Forbidden Seductions

Chapter-8

The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting a silvery glow on the landscape as I embarked on yet another hunt. My guards and I ventured deeper into the heart of the forest. Our senses were heightened, every rustle and crackle registering with precision. As we delved further, an unusual scent drifted toward us, increasing our curiosity. We followed the scent trail, leading us to a clearing. There, amidst the ethereal glow of neon flowers and moonlit grass, two figures emerged, silhouetted against the night.

One was a man, seemingly ordinary at first glance. But the woman beside him seized my attention, her presence captivating me in an unexplainable way. Drawing closer, I focused on her, and my heart quickened its pace. My eyes deepened into the darkest hue of violet, a response I couldn't control. My c**k throbbed in my pants as I glanced down her body. Big and fuller breasts and a perfect waist. A whole hourglass figure. Her features were delicate, framed by cascading black hair that shone like moonlight. This woman can make any man drop to his knees in an instant. I felt a magnetic pull.

It's just lust. I have already found my soulmates.

Maybe the goddess has given me 2 mates?

2 mates means a threesome. Hell yeah!

Fuck I sound like a f*****g pervert.

Instinct took over, and I signaled my guards to remain silent. We observed from the shadows, hidden by the cover of night. The man created a campfire, its crackling flames casting a warm glow across the clearing. He gently settled the woman on a mattress, tucking her in with a blanket. Yet, her words tumbled out nonsensically, as if she were under the influence of some substance.

I issued a direct command to my guards, "Detain the man, but do not lay a finger on the woman." As my guards efficiently bound the man, I approached with a steady gait, my gaze firmly fixed upon him. His eyes, however, met mine with an unwavering intensity that betrayed anything but fear.

With unwavering authority, I demanded, "Who are you, and how dare you trespass into our domain?"

he responded evenly, "We are humans, my lord. My name is Valaris. We are victims of a witch's cursed sorcery that accidentally led us to this dimension. Our intention was never to invade your land."

Well, who doesn't know about witches and their stupid experiments with these poor creatures?

Still, I asked him, "We've heard stories like this before, but how can we believe your words?"

With a calm yet resolute tone, he explained, "Sir, it's only the realm of powerful fae that holds the ability to craft such potent dimensions. We are but ordinary humans, and if you wish, you can examine our very DNA to verify our claims."

My discerning eyes studied him closely as I inquired further, "And who is the girl accompanying you?"

Meeting his gaze directly, I stated, "She is my fiancée. Her name is Valera".

Valera, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.

I bit back my tongue to say something further.

I ordered my guards to escort him to the dungeons, where he would await further inspection. Turning my attention to the woman who had captivated me from the moment I laid eyes on her, I felt an unfamiliar anticipation flutter within me. I knelt beside her, a sensation of electricity coursing through me as our bodies came into contact. As I lifted her, a curious sense of déjà vu washed over me, as though this touch was somehow familiar.

I carefully settled her onto my lap, her ridiculous singing filling the air around us. Suppressing a chuckle, I observed her closely. Despite her current state, she exuded an undeniable charm, her innocence shining through even in this bewildering circumstance.

The forest was abundant with wild fruits, some of which could be hazardous if consumed without knowledge of their effects and potential side effects. Luckily, her condition seemed to be out of danger. The substance coursing through her system would likely dissipate within a few hours.

All of a sudden, Valera shifted in my lap, unintentionally causing a jolt of pleasure and pain through my lower body. If she was one of my whores, I swear I would have taken her right there.

Her legs were over my shoulders, while I dug deeper inside her. Her moans mixed with the forest voices.

control alaric control.

I swiftly suppressed any inappropriate images. What should I do with her? She seemed so young and innocent. I can't leave her in the castle alone. Exposing her to my species would only cause her death in a matter of time. It's not like there are no human servants within the castle walls, it's just that something inside me was willing to protect her at any cost.

Maybe I can make her my personal w***e.

Nope, she was more than an object of desire.

Maybe I can make her my personal maid, who does all my chores.

Yes, that's perfect.

But before that, I had to keep her with her fiance in the dungeon for a few days, under observation. The last thing I wanted to consider was the idea of her going into a dungeon. f**k, what the f*****g f**k is happening to me? I had only just learned her name mere moments ago and now I am all ninja to protect this woman. God, give me some strength to surpass all these incorrect thoughts or I'll go mad before my coronation.

Upon our arrival at the castle, the man, Valaris, was promptly escorted to the dungeons by my guards. With Valera still in my arms, I approached the two awaiting female guards. Though a moment of hesitation passed through me, I finally submitted her to their care. Valera had succumbed to slumber during our journey through the forest, her vulnerability apparent even in her sleep.

As one of the guards grasped her arms so tightly, a hiss of pain escaped her lips. My immediate reaction was a low growl directed at the offending guard, my voice laced with a warning, "Do not hold her harshly." The guard's eyes widened in fear, and she nodded quickly, her grasp easing as she gently took Valera from my arms.

The weight of the encounter remained with me as I made my way to my private chambers—emotions stirred within me, a mix of protectiveness and something I couldn't quite pinpoint. I entered my room, hoping that someone or something might offer some release for the emotions that had surged to the surface.

Upon entering my room, I discovered my mother, Cynthia, seated on the sprawling couch, engrossed in sipping a glass of blood. As her eyes met mine, a baffled expression crossed her features, and she inquired, "Who are you, and where is my son?"

Baffled by her words, I responded, "I am your son, Mother. What has happened?"

She whined back, "You cannot be my son. He used to share every detail of his life with me, without exception. You have become something different, Alaric. I fear I have lost my true son."

God, I needed peace, and here you sent the devil herself.

Cynthia, my mother, was always prone to being dramatic and was highly sensitive. Concealing even the slightest piece of news from her often resulted in vigorous rage and chaos. While I cherished her deeply, her overbearing concern sometimes felt suffocating.

Leaning in, I kissed her cheek affectionately and attempted to bridge the gap, "Mother, I'm here. I am your son. Tell me what you wish to know."

Her response was direct, pressing for answers, "You questioning me now, Alaric? Even after concealing everything, even today's incident?" I sighed, well aware that revealing my newfound connection to a fae mate could be disastrous. Vampires and fae had an uneasy history, a mutual disgust rooted in our divergent natures and abilities. Opting for choice, I revealed, "Nothing significant has unfolded recently, Mother. And about today, there is nothing much. We have just encountered a human couple within our forest lands. They appear to be victims of some evil witchcraft and seem innocent. To ensure safety, I've placed them in the dungeons for further investigation."

My mother, seemingly dissatisfied, pressed on, "Is that truly all, my son?" I confirmed, my nonexistent heart racing, "Yes, Mother."

An uncomfortable pause followed, and then she cleared her throat, her tone shifting, "Liar. liar. liar. The maids and I caught sight of the woman you carried in your arms, Alaric. Her beauty is beyond comparison. Never in my five centuries of existence have I encountered a soul so captivating. And I know that look in your eyes, son. The way you flinched when she was even in the slightest pain said it all. Were I in your position, I might have whisked her straight to my chambers and arranged a marriage the next day."

I couldn't believe what my mother was suggesting. I retorted, "She's engaged, Mother. She already has someone she loves, her own soulmate." Her response stunned me further, "Humans don't hold onto such exclusivity. They don't have predetermined partners, which makes it even easier for you to intervene, nullify that engagement, and claim her for yourself. She's the most beautiful thing possessed by anyone among all species And that someone will be you."

I couldn't hold back my frustration. "Mother, she's not an object to be claimed! How can you even consider someone in such a way? She's a person with her own feelings and choices. And yes, she's stunning beyond belief. But she's engaged, and I won't disrupt that. As for her comparison, remember those tails of the fae kingdom of Avalon, which is ruled by a queen whose beauty is beyond imagination. Haven't you heard stories about her? And if the tales are true, should I go marry the fae queen then?"

My mother retorted, her anger evident, "Don't you f*****g talk about that kingdom or that cursed queen ruling that throne. Those are just tales, Alaric. The fae queen is a young woman, unseen by all, and never thinks of becoming related to someone from that filthy kingdom."

I bet she would pass out right now if I told her who and of what species my mate belongs to.

She continued with an aggressive tone "And how the f**k can you be so self-centered? Think about the kingdom, think about your father. It's time for him to step aside and pass the throne to you. You're not just a mate; you're a leader. A man rules with a queen by his side, someone who supports and complements him. A king without a queen is like a soldier without a sword in battle. You'll stumble and fail, and the consequences will be dire."

The weight of her words hung heavily in the air. She was right to some extent, but the notion of forcefully taking someone as my own, disregarding their feelings and choices, was offensive to me. I needed to handle this situation with care, not just for myself but also for my people and the kingdom's future.

As my mother left, there was another knock at my door. I inquired, "Who's there?" A female voice responded, "It's me, Monsieur." Oh yes, I had forgotten that I had called upon one of my whores to relieve my thoughts, to distract myself from the alluring image of that captivating woman who had occupied my mind. I responded, "Enter."

finally some release.

Maria walked in. She wore a silk dress that clung to her caramel-hued body, highlighting her curves in a provocative manner. The dress seemed almost ready to burst at the seams, leaving little to the imagination. With an inviting smile, she took my hand and led me towards the couch, where my mother had been seated.

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Marie gracefully positioned me in front of the couch. She seemed excited as she slid herself down between my legs, unbuckling my pants, and my jeans dropped down around my ankles. My c**k came into view finally, bobbing in front of her. Gripping her face, I pushed it forward into her mouth. The head hits the back of her throat and she gags slightly against it. Concentrating on her breathing and wiggling her tongue out from between my c**k and lips, allows her to relax enough to let it fully pass through and into her throat. Like every other time he pauses.

Drool began to leak from between her lips and dribble down her face. My fingers dug into her face and applied more pressure as I pulled back till just the tip of my hard c**k rested between her upper lip and extended tongue and, with aggression, I began slamming back and forth. Pushing back into her throat each time, my balls slapped against her nose, forcing more spit out of her mouth and the breath out of her lungs. Each time I pull back she struggles to catch her breath but is unable to succeed.

My hand moves from her face and wraps around her neck. Pushing down against her distended throat, I groaned at the increased tightness. Her face turned red and began to turn purple. Restraining herself from raising her hands and pushing me away, she focuses instead on quieting the loud gagging sounds escaping her throat rising above the sound of my grunts and sloppy sounds of my c**k pushing through her drool-filled mouth.

Opening her eyes, fighting to breathe, her eyes looked down at the puddle forming on the wooden floor below her hanging head.

Constricting even tighter around her neck, my stomach forming familiar knots. Pulling myself back from her throat and into her mouth, my balls bounce and my c**k pulsates as shot after shot of c*m splatters against the back of her mouth. She gags against the fluid, forcing it up her nose, causing her to cough. It runs down her face, up her nose, and into her eyes. Pulled completely free from between her lips, he jacks off and directs his last few shots to land on her chin, neck, and t**s.

I went straight to the bathroom to freshen up, and upon my return, I found Marie's absence. Pouring myself a glass of blood, I found myself lost in thoughts about my potential mate. If she were to reject me initially, it could be a devastating blow. Her acceptance seemed unlikely due to my lineage, and my rejection could shatter her as well. Undeniably, she possessed her own unique beauty, yet Valera had an inexplicable allure that was hard to ignore. While she might not be my destined mate, I couldn't shake the feeling that she held the potential to lead. Her engagement notwithstanding, there was something captivating about her presence.

Another knock echoed at my door. I called out, "What is it now?" A male voice responded, "There's an urgent matter that requires your attention, sir." Irritated, I replied, "I'll address it in the morning." The guard persisted, "It's concerning the woman you brought back to the castle, sir." My body tensed at the mention of Valera's name. Hastily, I set aside my glass of blood and hurried to confront the issue at hand.

What did she do now?