Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 529: Real?

Irene’s tears alone filled the room as by then Arabella was completely out of commission, nearly collapsing, but holding on by a thread.

The thread that split her family between safety and harm. Should she fall, it might as well be when unconsciousness fully claimed her mind. At least then, it would be a viable excuse for breaking the pose.

"Is that your own blood on your foot or hers?" he broke the stifling silence in the room.

Although, both women would have been grateful for a different voice and not his own. it was just a reminder that... Well, he was still there standing watch that their torments didn’t end.

But indeed, the bridge of Irene’s foot was painted entirely red as she scrambled the last bits of effort in order to appease the prince, even though the latest kicks had significantly dropped in intensity as her forces kept depleting.

"I... I do not know, your highness," every meek word in her sentence cracked and broke.

"Are you in pain as well?" he twisted his cords to render a comically forced concerned tone, "Is that why you are crying? Or are you weeping for a different reason?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"It is the pain, your highness," she squeaked.

Good answer! Saying that she was crying out of pity would most certainly not have cut it with him. Faintness of heart is sure to be a crime in his books.

"Come here. Get on the bed, face her and submit," he ordered the blond.

At last, the assault ceased, but that was only half the battle for Arabella as her hands and knees threatened to cave under her weight and the pressure of gravity. It was as though their numbers had tripled or more.

"Look up, whore!"

At those words, Arabella immediately lifted her head, assuming he would address only her with that... Not so venerable title.

And her guess was right. The sooner she raised her gaze; it captured Cedric taking a sip out of a cup on his nightstand.

The look in his eyes somehow shifted... The dreadful glint that lived in them grew brighter, sharper as if reinvigorated.

Liquid life itself might’ve been in it for all the exhilaration and light he radiated after that one slurp.

Arabella knew of only one substance that could bring its consumer to such an orgasmic height of rejuvenation: Silas’ blood.

The man, still in a white linen robe, then climbed on the bed and placed himself behind Irene’s rear, his hands fondling her ass at will.

"I want you to see what you could’ve had, what you could’ve been to me," he grinned.

Without a warning, he plunged himself right up her hole, wrenching a scream out of the blond.

Taking her by the hips, he rammed into her without a hint of mercy while keeping eye contact with Arabella.

"Spread those legs further apart for me," he ordered while not stopping for a second. Only landing harsh spanks left and right on her bums.

Arabella could do nothing but shed tears of her own and watch as Irene was humiliated before her eyes.

"Look at her!" with that, Cedric grabbed the blond sheet of hair atop Irene’s and pulled her head up, forcing the women to lock eyes with each other as he pounded her insides.

Irene’s eyes were glazed... Generally, a good indicator that the owner had long since detached from their reality. Whatever world her mind traveled, it had to be far away from theirs, allowing her enough strength to maintain her position on all fours throughout the banging he subjected her to.

He hammered to his heart’s desire, only yanking her head up any time she slouched for rest between thrusts.

It went on for nearly an hour. A whole harrowing hour. By then, there was not the shadow of a doubt that lived in the young woman; he had ingested Silas’ blood to keep going for that long.

Cedric didn’t stop until he finally released himself into her. Arabella only wished her body wasn’t as sensitive to stimulation as it was. Irene resisted it and didn’t reach an internal climax, merely quivering on the bed where he threw her to the side.

The prince strolled over to Arabella’s figure, stopping for a few seconds before abruptly kicking her in the ribs, sending her tumbling to the floor.

His foot then went right on her head, progressively pressing down on her skull...

"You could’ve had it all," he hissed through gritted teeth, "All you had to do was toe the line and serve your country,"

Even though her cranial box threatened to crack, there was not a wisp of energy left in her to scream.

Nothing but meek moans escaped her already constrained throat.

But thankfully, a knock on the doors brought his attention away from the act.

"Tsk... I can’t have peace for a second," he grunted, "I do not wish to be disturbed. Turn around before you land on my executioner’s list!"

"’Tis concerning the king, your highness!" the trembling voice spoke from beyond.

That got him to react quicker, "You! Get dressed and return where you belong," he spat at Irene, "You, on the other hand, I am not quite done with you,"

She was left there, a bleeding mess, on the floor as the prince’s butlers rushed in to get him dressed.

"Stay right there. Don’t you move an inch," he towered over her, glaring down at her helpless figure.

The silence that followed their exit was neither comforting nor stifling... It was just idle. Like the quiet before a devastating tornado. Just another disaster waiting to happen.

No! No! Her eyes couldn’t betray her! As much as a lick of limbo was craved, the last thing needed was the wrath of Cedric upon finding out she was napping.

That would all the more enrage him...

Although Arabella did not have to fight that battle on her own. The faintest of chirps reached her ears.

The melody came first and the vision second. Blurry but real.

It was real, wasn’t it? That beautiful black bird was real, right? It was no hallucination!?