CHAPTER 124: SPLURT

It had been shocking to feel him suddenly drink from her, but beyond that was the immense, mind-blowing pleasure that came with it.

It was like climaxing over and over without end, which made Aria understand—even in her induced state—just how crazy and intense bloodlust was.

To make matters worse, she couldn’t believe it when she felt Zyren’s cock—which was inside her—begin to swell, increasing in size even more than it already had.

Her insides felt like they were on the brink of bursting, but still, her body craved it... begged for it... needed it. It slowly became more uncomfortable, but the pleasure that followed was more than enough to drown it out—until she felt him pull his fangs out in a way that made her shiver as her body climaxed again, from head to toe.

The shivers that ran through her entire being were mind-numbing. It shook her to her very core, and she gasped, even as she felt Zyren kiss her neck, running his tongue over the place he had punctured.

"Zyren—" Aria gasped, trying to flutter her eyes open, unable to understand what was happening as the dizziness deepened and her body no longer felt like her own.

"Now you whisper my name," Zyren whispered back, his voice thick with satisfaction as he continued to thrust into her, each movement bringing with it a different flavor of pleasure that made her want to scream. She felt him increase his pace, pulling her flush against him until there was no space left between them.

A few moments later, they both reached the edge at the same time. Aria gasped as she heard Zyren say words that confused her.

"I, Zyren Blackthorn, bond with Aria Duskbane," he gasped, and in the next breath, she felt him splurt his seed deep inside of her. The volume of it was enough to create even more pressure within her, and she gasped again, trying to pull away—only to feel nothing but weakness as her own climax made it impossible to breathe.

"Zyren!" she gasped, trying to call out to him. He stood behind her, and although she could feel a flood of sensations, she could not see him.

But instead of hearing him respond or pull away like her voice had demanded, she felt him push deeper than before.

"Aria," he groaned right into her ear as she felt him continue to fill every inch of her with his seed—so much so that Aria knew, even if he pulled out and she bathed, she wouldn’t be able to wash the scent of him from her insides.

Every pore of her skin tingled as she felt him hold onto her. Her vision blurred even more as her legs gave way, and she felt herself drop into the bed.

The last thing she remembered was darkness—and the feeling of Zyren’s cock, still embedded deep inside her, still splurging into her insides without pulling out.

Zyren was pouring himself a glass of wine as he leaned against the huge table on the right side of the room, diagonal to where the bed stood with a blank look on his face.

Aria was fast asleep, covered with a heavy blanket, and he himself had thrown on a black robe as he sipped from the gold cup in his hand.

The jar he poured from was transparent and one he rarely touched, but at that moment, a deep sense of satisfaction lingered on his face as he focused his gaze on the door.

He was satisfied when it opened and Savira—the old vampire healer who had served in the castle for generations—walked in, a stick in her right hand that Zyren knew she didn’t actually need.

She took one look around the dark room—the curtains had been drawn tightly to prevent any light from coming in—before gently closing the door behind her and falling to her knees.

"My King," she greeted. Though it was dark, her red eyes could see everything more clearly than daylight itself. She immediately rose and moved closer to where Zyren stood the moment he signaled her forward.

Bowing her head again as she came to a halt. "You called me," she said in the most respectful manner possible.

"I think I had a rut," Zyren said without delay, fixing his gaze on Savira with a warning look in his eyes—one that made it clear he wasn’t in a good mood.

Savira looked surprised for only a moment before her expression smoothed over, as if she hadn’t just heard a vampire speak of something that only happened to werewolves.

"I was convinced such a thing wouldn’t happen, since your vampire bloodline is dominant... but I’m not omnipotent, and clearly, I was wrong," she said, continuing calmly.

"The experiments your father performed on you were meant to make your werewolf bloodline manifest side by side with your vampire one, but what I’ve been trying to do is suppress it."

"Bonding with her might not be a good—"

"Do you know that even now, I can hear a voice in my head? One that’s clearly mad? If not... why else would it keep screaming that I tear you into pieces and crunch your bones into bits!"

"To burn this castle to the ground—and every vampire in it along with me!"

Savira bowed even lower than before as she began to speak again. "There has always been an intense, instinctual hatred between werewolves and vampires. That won’t change," she said, gritting her teeth to stop herself from stepping back.

The bloodthirsty aura in the air was nearly unbearable, and a trace of worry clouded her eyes.

"The bond could either balance it out—or it could strengthen the werewolf side, which would be disastrous for the vampiric realm."

"The bond has to be done according to vampire ancient rituals! It’s the only way!" Savira reminded him, fully aware that no matter how much she tried to resist the idea, she might as well be fighting against air.

She would always lose.