Chosen Bride of the Seven Dark Princes

Chapter 137 - A Blood Sacrifice

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

Dante caressed her legs until he reached her ankles. Then he gently pulled her legs up until they propped against his shoulders.

He tucked a pillow under her buttocks to raise her up a bit until his shaft was resting directly on her womanhood.

Dante's hands gripped her waist, and then he began to move his hips.

Candi let out a moan of pleasure as he rubbed the base of his hot thick shaft on top of her slick open petals and bud. The sweet friction built up the ecstasy she was feeling until she could barely keep from screaming.

"Dante. I want to feel you inside me," she moaned.

His eyes closed for a moment, and then he reached down to position the round tip of his member into her opening.

"I'm going in slowly. If it hurts, let me know."

Candi clenched her eyes and nodded.

"Ooooohhhhh," she mewled as the tip of his glans began to penetrate.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, a little. You're too big." She breathed.

"I've only pushed the head in. You're too tight. Relax a bit." He whispered.

Candi took a deep breath and relaxed.

He inched forward, not wanting to hurt her any more than he needed to.

She gasped.

He withdrew a bit to give her some relief, but then slowly edged himself back in.

Candi moaned again.

"Ahhhhhh....it hurts...but it hurts sooo good," she sighed.

He lowered his head and covered her lips. As he kissed her with tenderness, his hips thrust once more.

With a single push, Dante had broken through.

"Aaaahhhh!!!" She cried, tears springing from the corners of her eyes.

He moved from her mouth to her eyes and kissed away her tears. "Hush love. It's done. It will be a little easier now."

Candi nodded.

She opened her tear-filled eyes and gazed into his crystal green eyes.

"It hurts...a little." Then she looked down. "And I bled on the pillow, Dante."

Dante smiled tenderly. "It's a blood sacrifice you were willing to make for me. I take what you give with gratitude and love."

He remained motionless to give her enough time to grow more accustomed to his large girth, but in a short time, he could no longer maintain his stationary position.

Unable to hold still, Dante began moving his hips.

His throbbing member lunged into her in small thrusts. Then he gently pulled out until only his tip remained before gradually sliding back in an almost excruciating manner.

"Ahhh, ahhh!" She cried out.

"Are you hurt?" Dante looked worriedly at her.

"Haaahhhh—no. Feels so good."

He laughed gently. "Then allow me to be a bit less gentle, Baby Girl."

At her insistent nodding, Dante began pushing his shaft until he was hilt-deep within her. Then he started in a slow rhythmic rocking motion, pressing himself into her, harder and harder with every passing second.

Candi gasped every time the tip of his manhood pressed against her womb, sending her closer and closer to the edge of climax. As he continued to push into her body, Candi squeezed down with every thrust.

Dante could feel his self-control begin to slip. His neck veins bulged as he continued pumping himself inside her.

He maintained his steady thrusting, gritting his teeth as he felt the sensation building up. The feeling of her soft moist insides clutching and squeezing against his sensitive muscle was almost more than he could bear.

To maintain his erection without exploding into a million shards of exquisite release, Dante began slowing down. Moving with less intensity.

As he was desperately trying to control his raging desire, her body began shaking and she moaned with wanton desperation.

The heat between them was like a raging inferno.

Sweat rolled off their faces and from their bodies, commingling with the essence of their lovemaking. The smell of their sexual excitement was making him growl like a hungry beast, picking up the sweet heady scent of his mate.

Candi could feel the length of him pulsating inside her. She began to convulse, her body trembling, trying to reach the climactic point, which was about to happen.

It was so close…so, so close.

And then—a flash of light!

The sweetest sensation began washing over her as she squeezed his engorged penis in cascades of orgasmic release.

"Haaa! Ahhh! Ah!" She shrieked, clutching onto his shoulders, digging her fingers into his skin.

As she fell back onto the sheets, Dante kissed her forehead and increased the tempo of his thrust, his temperature sky-rocketing.

He could see the thick length of his hot slick member sliding in and out of her body and he had to quickly shut his eyes because it was such an erotic sight.

But there was nothing he could do to shut out the intense feeling of all the nerve endings on the head of his shaft, rubbing into that hot wetness that was her love canal.

Nothing was effective in blocking the sheer electricity that continued coursing through his body through that point of connection that fused him together with his bride.

In that tiny space and moment, they were completely joined together as a single entity.

Dante could feel himself losing his grip on his physical body. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his claws from springing out of his fingertips and his fangs from growing, but his wings sprang forth as he lost control of his body.

With the instincts of an ancient beast, he sought out her creamy softness of her shoulder. Unable to control himself, he sank his teeth into her artery, drinking in a gulp of her sweet heady wine.

As the venom shot into Candi's body, she again felt the rush of ecstasy coursing through her body. The intensity of pleasure was building up once more.

Coupled with the rocking motion of his pelvis and his huge member thrusting into her body, she again began to reach climax.

And then she reached it again.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh!!!"

She screamed, clinging onto his body with all her limbs as her body convulsed and squeezed its orgasmic explosion around his swollen shaft.

Her second orgasm pushed Dante past the point of holding on. He growled a deep rumbling sound that was formed at the base of his throat.

At the moment of hot release, he held his breath and discharged a torrential flood of himself into her.

His body wracked with pleasure, quivering with overwhelming sensations of bliss and joy and ecstasy as he gasped for air.

With the tiny amount of control he had left, Dante sank onto her body, fully formed as a human bat with his wings protectively enveloping them both in a cocoon of possessive protection.