novelraw Chapter 213- This woman is a Crazy BITCH!
Chapter 213- This woman is a Crazy BITCH!
His voice was steady, but the cadence was off. A fraction too tight.
She didn’t answer. She didn’t even look away. Her ancient, golden eyes remained locked onto his, tilted upward now as her vertical elevation dropped.
Her cold hand trailed downward.
The sensation was maddening. Her soft, delicate palm dragged over the hard, sweat-slicked muscle of his chest, the freezing temperature of her skin raising goosebumps in its wake. She traced the defined ridges of his abs, her fingertips moving with a deliberate, torturous slowness that felt less like a caress and more like a butcher assessing a cut of meat.
Cruxius watched her sink to her knees on the cold stone floor.
His mind raced, attempting to categorize the action. She was a queen. A monster of legend. A gorgeous, terrifyingly lethal woman whose pride was as vast as her body count. For her to sink to her knees before him... he did not understand.
Her hand continued its downward trajectory.
Past the V-line of his lower abdomen. Hovering over his groin.
The freezing tips of her fingers brushed the heavy, low hang of his balls.
Cruxius’s breath hitched. A sharp, involuntary intake of air. The ambient vampire aura in the room was already playing havoc with his senses, but the direct, physical touch of her freezing skin against his most sensitive, overheated flesh sent a shockwave straight up his spine.
Her fingers curled slightly, a feather-light, possessive touch, before her hand slid upward, tracing the thick, vein-corded length of his cock.
He was already semi-aroused—the S-rank libido never truly slept, merely rested momentarily—but under her touch, he felt the immediate, heavy rush of blood engorging him further. The thick shaft pulsed under her cold palm, hardening rapidly.
She stayed on her knees, her delicate hands now cradling the base of his erection. Her silver hair spilled over his thighs. Her face was mere inches from his groin.
She looked up at him.
Her lips parted.
The soft, pink flesh of her mouth opened, revealing the dark, wet cavern within. The tip of her tongue traced her lower lip.
The calculation snapped into place in Cruxius’s mind.
’Is she...’
The sheer, arrogant absurdity of the thought almost made him laugh. The killing intent, the terrifying descent, the cold hands... all of it a preamble to submission? Was the Vampire Queen, overwhelmed by the sheer audacity of his dominance, kneeling to service him? To take him into her mouth and submit to the very man who had just denied her his neck?
’Is she going to give me a blowjob?’
A dark, intensely arrogant satisfaction bloomed in his chest. Of course. The ultimate conqueror’s prize. He relaxed his stance, his hips tilting minutely forward, offering himself to her parted lips. He prepared himself for the wet, hot slide of her mouth, the ultimate capitulation of the monster at his feet.
He was a fool.
And he realized it exactly one second too late.
His shock turned to a waking nightmare in the span of a single blink.
He looked down, expecting the soft envelopment of her lips. Instead, he saw it.
The teeth.
They didn’t just extend; they snapped down. Her canines, usually elegant and needle-fine when preparing for a neck, elongated. Not absurdly long, but thick, sharp, and gleaming with a predatory, bone-white malice. Small teeth, structurally perfect for puncturing dense tissue, snapping into position as her mouth closed.
Not around the head.
Directly over the thickest part of his shaft.
And she bit down.
Hard.
"RGHHHH—!"
The scream tore out of Cruxius’s throat before his brain could even process the command to make sound. It wasn’t a grunt of pleasure. It was the raw, guttural roar of a man having his most sensitive anatomy impaled.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK THE HELL!!"
The pain was blinding. An absolute, white-hot flare of sheer, unadulterated agony that short-circuited every nerve ending in his lower body. The sharp canines punched through the thick skin, sinking deep into the engorged, blood-filled chambers of his cock.
He was taken entirely aback. His carefully constructed persona, the cold supervillain who manipulated timelines, shattered into a million pieces of panicked, entirely human reaction .
His immediate, violent instinct was to tear her away.
His large hands slammed down, fingers tangling in her silver hair, the heels of his palms finding her shoulders. He shoved. He pushed with the explosive, desperate strength of a man fighting for his literal manhood.
She didn’t move an inch.
Evangeline was like a bulldozer cast in marble. Her delicate, pale hands, which had been softly cradling him a moment before, suddenly clamped down on his hips. The grip was supernatural. It felt like steel bands had been welded to his pelvic bones. No matter how hard he shoved at her head, her body remained rooted, an immovable force of ancient gravity.
She pulled.
Not pulling away. Pulling ’blood’.
’Squelch.’
The sound was obscene. Wet, heavy, and sickeningly precise.
Naturally, she sucked blood. Blood from his cock.
Cruxius trembled violently. His entire frame shook as he felt the impossible, horrifying sensation of the thick, arterial pressure within his erection being physically drawn out through the puncture wounds. He flinched, a full-body spasm of sheer disbelief and agony.
But then, the second phase hit.
The vampire bloodline.
The same ancient, erotic current that had just sent Ytrisia into a mind-breaking, squelching climax merely from a bite to the breast. The venom. The aphrodisiac effect inherent to the feeding of a royal predator.
It didn’t just enter his bloodstream; it exploded directly into his most concentrated nerve cluster.
The blinding pain fractured. It didn’t disappear, but it suddenly warped, twisting inside out to become a blinding, terrifyingly intense surge of pure, radioactive pleasure.
"Nngghhh—!"
Cruxius’s frantic shoving ceased. His hands, still buried in her silver hair, curled into fists, his knuckles turning white as his knees buckled slightly.
His cock, despite having blood actively drained from it, didn’t soften.
It did the exact opposite.
It became rock hard. Harder than it had been a moment ago. The tissue engorged impossibly, swelling against the confinement of her teeth, throbbing with a frantic, desperate pulse that sent waves of electrocuting arousal straight up his spine.
It was a violation of biology. It was torture. It was the most intense physical sensation he had ever experienced in any loop.
He looked down, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving as the supernatural high flooded his brain, melting his resistance, pushing him in, his hips actually twitching ’forward’ into her mouth against his own will.
He looked into Evangeline’s eyes.
She was still looking up at him. Her cheeks were hollowed slightly around his shaft as she drew from him. Her pale skin was flushed, a faint, beautiful pink rising in her cheeks from the heat of his ancient-blooded essence.
And then, as she swallowed the first heavy pull, she did it.
Her gold eyes, shining with an utterly psychotic, satisfied gleam, gave a high, deliberate twitch.
And she blinked at him.
One slow, mocking, perfectly lucid wink.
The last shreds of Cruxius’s analytical mind flatlined. The arrogance, the calculation, the assumption of control—all of it burned away in the searing heat of his violently throbbing, bleeding erection and the absolute terrifying reality of the monster attached to it.
The thought crystallized in his mind, sharp and undeniable as the fangs buried in his flesh.
’’This woman is crazy BITCH!!’’