The Dread of Damned Sweet Release

After a while, the voices in the hall died down.

"The heart-blood of His Highness, the Prince, is purer than any we have seen in the longest ti," Rowena announced, her voice clear and proud, causing the hall to break into murmurs of awe and reverence.

"It has indeed been a joyous night for us all. The moon has blessed my son, your prince, the future Patriarch of House Aetherisin," my father declared, his voice imbued with authority. Everyone in the hall imdiately quieted, bowing their heads in reverence.

"Indeed it is," the crowd chanted in unison.

"Then let us begin the feast now that the feeding of your prince has been more than successful," he added, signaling the beginning of the feast.

As if on cue, attendants entered the room carrying jugs filled with thick, crimson blood. Platters of food were also presented—delicacies for those who still enjoyed human cuisine. Despite common belief, vampires in this world could eat normal food, though it provided them no nutrients. So chose to indulge, taking the plates, but all held glasses filled with fresh blood.

The scent of the blood filled my senses, causing a thirst to stir within —one that was still controllable, but definitely growing. People ca and went, congratulating , bowing deeply. Among them were won, their graceful forms and alluring smiles stirring sothing primal within . My thoughts, dark and lustful, bubbled to the surface, and it took all my focus to keep my composure.

I felt like I was losing control of myself. I had never been this consud by desire, not even during the peak of my teenage years in my previous life. Sothing had definitely changed within .

"The Prince cannot drink any blood for the next forty-eight hours as his body is still stabilizing and adapting to the heart-blood," my mother announced, her voice commanding attention. Her words broke through my haze, forcing back to the present.

"So, he will now rest in his quarters," she continued, her eyes eting mine for a mont.

I noticed the curtains being drawn as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon. It signaled the start of a new day, a testant to how long my feeding process had taken—it had begun around two o'clock, and now dawn was upon us.

My mother led the way as we descended the platform. Heads bowed as we passed, and I beca increasingly aware of my still-present arousal, the evidence of my lust painfully obvious beneath my robe.

I walked behind my mother, her elegant form leading us forward. Her hips swayed with every step, her voluptuous figure ,supple buttocks captivating my attention, making silver blood rush through my veins and pool between my legs. It took everything in not to reach out and touch, to take what I so desperately wanted. The primal hunger clawed at my insides, my senses filled with nothing but her—her scent, her warmth, her presence.

I always considered myself to be a boobs person but she was awakening sothing in , the tornt I wanted to unload upon that soft enticing ass that moved like jelly with the mont of the swaying figure was unholy, almost like a dark beast had been unleashed within .

I was so lost in the sight of her swaying figure that I didn't realize we had arrived at my quarters until she closed the door behind us.

Now that we were alone, sothing snapped. The hunger roared louder, drowning out all rational thought. I lunged forward, my arms wrapping around her as I pulled her into , my hands tearing away at her dress. The fabric gave way, and her full, ample breasts spilled into view, their warmth enticing further. My lips found her skin, biting down, my fangs grazing her soft flesh as she moaned softly.

"Oh, my… It looks like excusing ourselves was the right choice," she murmured, her voice a mix of amusent and sothing darker, more enticing. "My baby looks so hungry, so frustrated."

She pressed tighter against her, her words fueling the inferno raging inside . My mouth latched onto her nipple that now stood erect coming out of their hiding, sucking greedily as my hands road over her body. Her warmth, her softness—everything about her intoxicated . My robe fell open, and my hardness pressed against her thigh. I couldn't hold back the need to rut against her, feeling her skin against , her presence overwhelming my senses.

The friction, the heat, the scent of her—it drove wild. My hands found her buttocks, kneading the supple flesh, my nails scratching her delicate skin. Her moans were like music, each one encouraging , pushing further into this abyss of desire.

I thrust against her thigh, the slickness of my own silver essence easing my movents. I sucked harder, bit deeper, my hands digging into her flesh, leaving marks behind. My mother only caressed my head, her fingers running through my hair, her voice whispering praises, her moans a sensual song that pushed closer to the edge.

The tension within built higher and higher until I felt it—the inevitable release, the rush that took over . It crashed through like a storm, my balls tightening as pure bliss washed over , spurt after spurt of pure silver essence burst forth from my length. It felt as if I was pouring my very soul into that mont, the feeling almost too much, my vision going white from the force of it.

The liquid trickled down her thigh, pooling at her feet, and I stood there, panting, my forehead resting against her chest. The bliss faded, replaced by a heat that still lingered, a need that hadn't been fully sated. The primal hunger roared again, demanding more.

Just as I was about to pull her back to , there was a knock on the door. The sound broke through the haze, bringing back to my senses, grounding in reality.