The Vampire King’s Captive

ONE MONTH LATER

MARIA

“Put the head in.”

“Bob your head faster.”

“Squeeze it-yeah, just like that.”

Flattening her tongue along the underside of Bran’s cock, Maria watched his hands clench into fists, lost in the throes of pleasure and pain, his face contorted to match the emotions.

In broad daylight when they both had things to be doing, such as Maria learning her new duties as a queen and Bran who was supposed to be having a meeting with his most trusted advisors, they had both snuck off into their room, wanting to take the edge off.

One would think that with how hot their passion was, it would burn out quickly, but instead, it was like the more they had each other, the more insatiable they became for one another, seeking each other out during the day to get the most intense parts of their desires off before they would meet at night.

But then again, maybe it was because they rarely saw each other during the day lately.

Right now, he was leaning against the door shirtless, with jeans still on but the top button and zipper undone. His legs were spread wide with Maria kneeling between them, his shirt probably somewhere behind her.

His words urged her on, stroking her desire and prompting her to take him deeper. She swirled her tongue around the tip, marvelling at how he felt both hard and soft in her mouth, the smooth velvety feel of him making her want to see if she could take him into the back of her throat. It wasn’t the first time she was giving him a blow job, but it was the first time she was actually considering it.

Bracing herself and holding his heavy-lidded gaze, she slipped him down her throat and the urge to gag came up immediately, but she fought it back down.

“Fucking shit,” Bran muttered and squeezed his eyes closed, head banging against the door.

Tears burned her eyes but she kept him there for a second longer to get herself used to the sensation, before she slipped him back out, gripped him at the base and started pumping him as she closed her lips around the head, tightened and sucked hard. His whole body shuddered and his knees bent even more, the movement looking like he wasn’t aware of it.

“Maria.” His voice was hoarse, rough like gravel. “Fuck, that mouth is going to be the death of me.”

He swelled in her mouth and she knew that he was close. She moved her hand from where she was gripping his left leg to keep balance, to her core, touching herself as she pleasured him.

Blowing him should be something that only him benefitted from-or at least that was how it looked at first-so why was she growing ten times wetter than she’d been before just from doing it?

“I’m going to come, Princess. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, then let me out now,” he warned, the words as harsh as his breathing.

His chest was shining with sweat, his legs trembling with his nearing release that he had just warned Maria about, but instead of her to let him go, she tightened her lips around him and fluttered her tongue along the head, triggering him.

“Oh shit fuck-” His words cut off as he swelled almost impossibly inside her mouth, then the first spurt of cum landed on her tongue, followed rapidly by another one and another.

He came buckets, and Maria swallowed everything, not allowing a single drop escape.

Placing a kiss on the head of his still-hard dick, Maria was delightedly surprised when she was pulled up roughly by Bran and he kissed the ever living shit out of her. She felt the aftershocks still travelling across his body.

“Did I wring Your Majesty dry?” She teased, dragging her tongue along his bottom lip.

Bran growled and yanked her to him, saying, “You’re going to pay for that.”

Next thing, she saw that she was sitting on the dresser and Bran was standing between her thighs, all hard, gorgeous male. Standing between her thighs like that with his erection out and proud, the flaps of his jeans on either sides of it and his chest covered in a sheen of sweat, his intent was clear and he looked very much like a sex god.

And he was all hers.

Gods, Maria couldn’t explain what seeing him like this did to her. Eliciting such primal reactions out of him that he lost all control of himself and handled her as though she was nothing but a rag doll, an object to use as he desired, made her hot and just as hungry for him.

She brought her lips to his ears. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I fall in love with you all over again every single time I look at you.”

When she pulled back, he was scowling.

“I’m beautiful?” He asked with narrowed eyes, but she could see the tenderness in his eyes over her telling him that she loved him.

Maria fought a smile and lost. “Yeah.”

“I’ll show you beautiful.” He yanked her to the edge of the dresser, positioned his shaft at her entrance, and entered her in one hard thrust that had Maria’s head falling backwards.

The smile dropped from her face and she groaned, long and low, her inner walls clenching around him as she struggled to adjust to his size. Every single bloody time, it was a damn struggle.

Then Bran started moving. Slowly at first to get Maria used to it, before his strokes grew faster, longer and harder.

Her back arched and sounds of pleasure escaped her lips as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders to hold him in place-as if he was going anywhere.

“Bite me,” she said, offering her neck to him and she watched through almost-shut eyes as his own eyes turned black. “Feed from me. You haven’t fed enough today.”

Ever since the night he’d claimed her, marking her as his forever, he had been drinking from her. His bite was the most pleasurable thing she had ever known, and it was her that had suggested he started drinking from her after he’d told her that her blood was the sweetest he’d ever tasted.

Other creatures would probably consider it an odd compliment, but it was one of the best she’d ever gotten.

“You are straight out of my dreams, Princess,” Bran murmured before his head lowered and he bit into her.

Maria screamed in pleasure as her orgasm crashed into her, shaking when she felt the pulls from within as he drank from her, prolonging her orgasm as it always did whenever he drank from her during sex.

Who knew that a vampire’s bite could be so pleasurable?

“Ah, fuck. You’re wringing the come from me.” No sooner had the words left his mouth didbhe start coming inside her, the heat of his spend marking her inner walls as his bite had marked her neck.

He withdrew his fangs and dropped his head into her neck, still thrusting lazily as he flicked his tongue over the spot he had bitten. “When you clench around me like that, you make me come sooner than I’d like.”

“I think there’s a compliment in there so-”

“Bran? Maria?” A shrill voice rang out, causing Maria and Bran to jerk apart in shock. “Weren’t you told you haveba visitor?”

Oh shit.

About twenty minutes ago, a guard had knocked on their door and told Bran that he had a visitor but they’d both been too busy to respond to him.

“We’ll be out soon, Mother,” Maria called back, hoping that her mother hadn’t heard their shouts of ecstasy.

Her mother clucked her tongue loudly, before walking away saying, “These children are something else.”

Maria’s cheeks heated.

She’d heard them.

“She’s heard us countless times now,” Bran said, pulling her eyes back to him. There was a smug smile on his face and she felt like slapping it off. “Your embarrassment is pointless.”

“How are you so sure that she has?”

Bran slid out of her carefully and she moaned softly at how empty and cold she suddenly felt. His eyes darkened when he heard the sound and his eyes fell to her lips.

“Well, even if she hasn’t heard us, everyone knows why we come in here in the middle of the day.”

Maria frowned as she thought about that. Did people really know what they came in here to do?

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips and tugged her down from the dresser, holding onto her for a moment because he knew how weak her legs were after an orgasm, before letting her go to wear his shirt.

Maria was preparing to go wash up then head back to her training, when Bran slipped her hand into his. She looked up, surprised. “Am I coming with you?”

“You are.”

“But I need to wash up-”

“No,” he cut her off. “I like you smelling like me.”

And without panties.

Well then.

He traced them into the lower receiving parlor where guests usually waited and Maria was surprised to see that the guest was Corey. Bran was too, if his initial faltering was anything to go by.

“Corey?”

The big man, almost as handsome as Bran was, rose to his full height, and even from where he was standing, Maria had to crane her head to look at him. He was just so tall.

“Bran. You look great.”

“I wish I could say the same,” Bran said bluntly and Maria couldn’t stifle a wince. “Is something wrong?”

Maria understood why Bran had said that. Contrary to the last time they saw him, Corey was looking leaner, his usually light brown skin appearing pale, and his eyes, dark and sunken.

He held himself stiffly as though he might break-or attack-any second and his eyes looked troubled. They were so dark, Maria could almost see his demons within. No pun intended.

“Everything is wrong,” he said in that husky voice of his, rougher now, like smoke. “I come bearing good and bad news-for me anyway.” His eyes flicked to Maria as though he was just then seeing her, and he nodded. “Maria.” Then he turned back to Bran. “The good news is that I have found my mate.” Maria could not hold her gasp. “The bad news, however, is that she is the daughter of the enemy.”

Bran went tight with tension. “Your mate, brother? That is news worth celebrating.” Then he shook his head. “But how? What do you mean she is the daughter of the enemy?”

“That is all I want you to know.” Corey said, turned, then with a backward glance, said, “Do not worry about me.”

With those final words, he traced away, leaving Maria staring open-mouthed and Bran, looking suspiciously like he was fighting back a smile.

“He can trace?!”

“Yes. He just doesn’t like to.” Bran answered.

“And why the hell are you smiling?” She wondered. “Did you see his face? I feel so bad for him.”

The smile turned into a full blown laughter and Bran came to her, sweeping her off her feet. Literally.

He carried her like one would carry a bride.

“He looks exactly like I did when I told him I was coming after you,” he informed her and Maria’s mouth formed an ‘O’.

“Aren’t you worried about him?”

She wasn’t close to Corey at all-didn’t even know the man by all accounts of the word-but she found herself worrying over him. Why would he visit them, wait for long for them to see him, only to spend barely five minutes with them?

Bran shook his head. “He’ll be okay.” He walked into the hallway and Maria caught the intrigued looks on the guard’s faces as they saw her in his arms. “If he needs my help, he’ll come to me just like I went to him. That’s how it is between us.”

That seemed… Functional.

She turned her head and saw that they were heading up the stairs to their room. Bran did that sometimes-walk when he could easily trace, she meant.

“Why are you taking us to the room?” She arched a brow at him. “Don’t you need to meet your advisors?”

He shook his head, smiling down at her. Oh gods, his smiles. He gave them to her more frequently now.

“I have everything I need right here in my arms,” Bran told her and she swooned.

“Gah. You love birds are so disgusting,” a soft voice commented and Maria turned in time to see Iris running past them and down the stairs.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Love you too, Iris!” Maria called after her and heard her laughter.

“You are awfully cheesy, Your Majesty,” Maria whispered to Bran, her insides threatening to burst with excitement.

Bran grinned wide. “You are awfully amazing,” he murmured, swooping down to press a quick kiss to her lips. “Your Majesty.”

The sounds of their happy words and laughter carried all through the castle and all who heard them knew that they were joyful and contended.

When the people heard about the union between them, some were happy and some weren’t. Some found their story romantic and worthy to be written and told for years to come, some simply accepted it, and some found it strange and refused to believe it.

But Maria and Bran were past thinking about how others felt about them and they had chosen to start thinking about themselves only.

After all, they were happy with family that loved them. What else could they possibly want?

“I love you, Bran,” Maria told him, never wanting a day to go by when she didn’t tell him the words.

He dropped her on the edge of the bed and knelt before her, gazing at her reverently. “My whole being belongs to you, Maria. I love you too.”

Whatever came tomorrow, they would go through it together. There could not be a couple more powerful than they were anyway, and that was enough to kill her worries.

Maria cupped his jaw and kissed him.

They had each other and that was the only thing that mattered.