Dark Whispers

chapter 2

My chest rose and fell as l looked at his shadow face , my belly flipped and throbbing sensation in my p***y and it was becoming more painful, he was naked , his c**k taunting my wet entrance ,

my mind was in a mess a real horny mess and I needed to be f****d by him

There weren't any warning , soft whispers , nothing .he slammed inside me and I literally, cried out "ah ah " he confide through his gritted teeth as he started to pump inside of me ,

my n****es were so hard they could cut diamonds and when the grazed against his hard Chest

I couldn't contain my moans he held me tightly and slump inside me, my p***y was taking all of his big c**k in, as he shoved inside of me , an holding my hips in one place

This was so good so good!

"Milady , milady"

The maids voice drove to my wild dream and woke me upCalantha POV

Oh my, it was just a dream. "Milady, good morning,"

I stirred my eyes open, my feelings complicated. I didn't know if I should be angry with the maid or myself, wanting more of the dream. "Morning," I groaned out.

"Breakfast is ready, and the king asked me to call you. I have prepared your bath."

I nodded to her. "You can go now."

"Should I stay to help you bathe?" She suggested.

"No, I will take care of it myself."

She bowed and left my chamber.

When she was gone, I quickly lifted up my night dress and touched my undergarment. It was filled with wet moisture. I slammed my hands on my forehead, as I brushed my finger on my mouth, ready to slip it in, when the maid's voice came from outside my room, "Please, I'm asked to inform you to hurry up."

"Ok," I screamed back, clearly annoyed with what I was about to do.

I rushed into the bathroom; everything was ready and in place. I took out my long dress.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Calantha, meaning "an ancient being reborn for greatness." My mom suggested the name; she's a witch. My dad is a vampire king, ruling our kind and the pack. Vampires and witches weren't allowed to mix, but with my father, he was able to overthrow some of the laws and marry my mother. We interact with some werewolves peacefully; with my dad ruling, our pack is among the most powerful, strong, and united.

But I'm different. I didn't get my mom's witch gene or that of my father. I smell like a vampire sometimes; sometimes it vanishes without a trace, making me... half human, I guess. I'm just different, making everyone treat me like a delicate flower, afraid I'll break. I hate it when they advise me on the way I should run, walk, handle swords, and all that. I just want to be like my mom; she's brave and treated with great respect.

My dreams – should I say nightmares or fantasy dreams? – started happening last month when I turned 20. It began with me just visiting the cemetery gate, not going in. Not that I didn't want to go in, but because the gate was locked. I'd find myself staring at the gate for hours until I woke up. Sometimes, the cemetery would morph into a festival ground where everyone was celebrating.

The previous dream I had before this last one was that I was at the gate, this time it was open, with people preparing a welcoming ceremony like they were waiting for someone. The children were dressed in stylish clothes, the men were searching for their mates... they were different, not human, but... different.

But last night – or this morning – I went inside and...

When I came out of the bathroom with a rope dab around my body, water dripping from my hair, I scanned the room, looking for my dress.

Until I found it resting on the chair – a long, purple dress mixed with royal gold. I quickly wore it, staring at my flushed cheek in the mirror. The dream scene replayed in my mind. This was the first time... she was experiencing that. Not that she was naive about it, but she hadn't found her mate yet, or anyone she liked.

The door to my room was pushed open softly. Elena, my personal maid, walked in with a smile. "Good morning, my lady." I smiled back at her. I was so excited she came. "What kept you so long? Come dry my hair," I ordered her in a playful manner, and we burst out laughing.

"It seems you've kept your parents waiting for you again," she teased with a smile as I glared at her through the mirror playfully, while she arranged my hair and styled it into something beautiful.

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"I had the dream again," I told her. She was quiet at first. "For the fifth time?" she asked, moving to arrange my bed. "Yes, it was different, though... but it's the same dream," I said with a blush, hiding my face down.

But she caught my expression before I could hide it. "Oh, my! Why are you blushing? Your face is flushed, looking like a tomato," she teased, walking closer to me. I stood up and faced the wall, hiding my blushed expression from her. "C'mon, tell me what happened," she teased again, making me blush harder. Especially when I remembered the dream scene over and over.

I had no choice but to tell her the dream, blushing at each part. I knew by the time I was done, my face would be too red to behold.

Elena's not just my maid; she's my friend. We became friends the day her mother brought her. Her mother is the palace head maid and has been friends with Elena's mom – she was her only friend, someone to confide in after her parents. Elena's just one year older than me, but sometimes she behaves like a sister.

"Did you get to see his face?" Elena asked, curiously