novelraw Chapter 214 - A Cock-Sucking Queen
Chapter 214 - A Cock-Sucking Queen
’This woman is a crazy BITCH!!’
The thought screamed through his mind, ricocheting against the shattered remains of his SS-rank composure. It wasn’t a deduction. It was a raw, primal realization of absolute survival.
He was being consumed.
But not eaten. Plundered.
The ancient, suffocating pressure of her killing intent had completely evaporated, replaced by something infinitely more dangerous—the sheer, bottomless gravity of a vampire queen feeding.
"Hgghh—!!"
Cruxius’s back arched, his spine locking as another violent spasm wracked his frame.
The pain was still there—a sharp, piercing anchor buried in the most sensitive flesh of his body—but the vampire venom was overriding it with terrifying speed. The aphrodisiac effect wasn’t a slow burn; it was a detonation. It flooded his nervous system like liquid fire, turning every pain receptor inside out, converting the agony of the puncture into a blinding, white-hot ecstasy that made his vision actually blur at the edges.
He looked down at her.
Evangeline’s delicate, aristocratic face was pressed into his groin. Her silver hair pooled in a glowing halo over his thighs, contrasting violently against the dark, sweat-slicked muscle of his legs.
Her cheeks hollowed again.
Squelch.
She drew another mouthful of his blood. Directly from his cock.
Cruxius felt the thick, heavy pull of his own life force being dragged out of him. It was a sensation of impossible, terrifying violation. Yet, defying all biological logic, his cock didn’t wither. The loss of blood didn’t soften him.
It made him harder.
The sheer trauma of the bite, combined with the radioactive surge of her venom, turned his S-rank libido into a rabid beast. The tissue of his shaft engorged to an agonizing degree, swelling so violently against the confinement of her fangs that he felt he might literally burst. The thick, corded veins pulsed against her cold lips, throbbing with a frantic, desperate rhythm.
It was vulgar. It was a complete inversion of control.
And Cruxius Blac, the man who manipulated timelines and bent S-rank heroines to his will, absolutely refused to be reduced to a mere juice box.
If she wanted to act like a monster, he would treat her like a whore.
His large hands, which had been frozen in panic against her shoulders, moved. His fingers dragged upward, sliding through the incredibly soft, heavy mass of her silver hair. He didn’t push her away this time.
He grabbed.
His fists clenched tight, tangling thick handfuls of the silver strands, anchoring his grip firmly against the sides of her head.
Evangeline’s golden eyes flicked up to his, widening a fraction of a millimeter. A silent, ancient question.
Cruxius answered it by violently jerking his hips forward.
"Rghh... you think you can just..."
He didn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t. The sheer surge of arousal choked the words in his throat. But his body spoke perfectly.
Using his iron grip on her hair, he pulled her face hard against his groin while simultaneously thrusting upward.
Pah!
The heavy, low hang of his balls slapped wetly against her delicate, aristocratic chin.
The impact was sharp. Disrespectful. Completely antithetical to how one treats a millennia-old sovereign.
Evangeline’s throat worked, swallowing the thick mouthful of his blood. A thin, brilliant crimson line of it escaped the corner of her lips, trickling down her pale chin, smearing against his skin as his hips ground into her face.
The sight of it—his dark, rich blood painting the lips of the untouchable Vampire Queen, directly at the base of his rock-hard cock—sent a shockwave of absolute, corrupted dominance straight into Cruxius’s brain.
"Ahhh... fuck..." he growled, the sound low, ragged, vibrating with a dark, terrifying arousal.
He pulled her hair again, angling her head slightly.
"Drink it. But take the rest of it too."
Evangeline didn’t rip his throat out. She didn’t vaporize him with ancient magic.
Instead, a slow, incredibly dark smirk curved around the thick girth of his shaft. The golden irises gleamed, recognizing the sheer, suicidal arrogance of the man, and finding it... intoxicating.
She opened her mouth wider.
The sharp, bone-white canines smoothly retracted. They slid out of his flesh with a sickening, wet slide, breaking the seal.
Cruxius gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as the teeth left him.
But she didn’t pull away. The moment the fangs were gone, her soft, freezing lips sealed back over his thick shaft, and she sank forward.
She took him in.
Deep.
The transition from a predatory feeding into a flawless, wet deep-throat was so sudden it gave Cruxius whiplash. The freezing cold of her hands on his hips was entirely offset by the impossible, scalding heat of her mouth. Her tongue, slick with his own blood, wrapped tightly around the underside of his cock, swirling over the sensitive frenulum.
Squelch... slurp.
She slid her head forward, taking the entire impossible length down her throat until his heavy balls were pressed flush against her blood-smeared chin.
"FUCKK—!"
Cruxius’s head fell back, his neck straining, the tendons standing out like steel cables.
He gripped her hair tighter, holding her there, feeling the tight, wet vacuum of her throat milking him. The venom was still coursing through his veins, amplifying the friction a hundredfold. Every microscopic movement of her tongue felt like a live electrical wire dragging over his skin.
He pulled his hips back, sliding his cock out of her mouth almost completely.
Schllck.
The sound was obscene in the quiet room.
He looked down.
His cock was a terrifying sight. Rock-hard, impossibly thick, and completely coated in a glistening, viscous mix of her clear saliva and the bright crimson of his own blood.
The puncture wounds from her fangs were already closing, sealed by the supernatural, regenerative properties of the vampire saliva, leaving behind only two dark, bruised marks that leaked a fresh, thin trickle of red.
It was fully clean from the gaping wound, yet painted in the evidence of her feast.
Evangeline looked up at him from her knees. Her silver hair was messy in his grip. Her lips were stained red. Her chin was glistening.
She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick a drop of his blood from the corner of her mouth, her golden eyes daring him.
Cruxius didn’t hesitate.
His SS-rank intellect shut down completely, handing the wheel entirely to his S-rank libido.
He drove his hips forward.
Pah!
He slammed his thick cock back into her mouth, burying it to the hilt in one violent, seamless motion.
She took it flawlessly, her throat expanding to accommodate the brutal thrust.
And then, he started to fuck her face.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
The rhythm was merciless. He didn’t treat her like glass. He treated her like what she was in this exact second—a receptacle for his overwhelming, venom-laced lust.
His large hands anchored her head by the hair, holding her perfectly still as his hips snapped back and forth like a piston.
Squelch! Pah! Squelch! Pah!
The wet, slapping sounds echoed loudly against the stone walls, drowning out the ambient hiss of the steam.
"Woahh! Yes, take it...!" he grunted, his voice completely raw.
Every thrust pushed his blood-slicked cock deep into her throat. The slick mixture of saliva and blood acted as the perfect lubricant, making the friction impossibly smooth, yet devastatingly tight. The ambient vampire aura in the room surged, pulsing in time with his thrusts.
Behind them, Lira and Ytrisia were still entirely paralyzed.
Lira was hyperventilating, her golden eyes wide, watching the impossible scene of her master violently face-fucking the most terrifying entity she had ever felt.
Ytrisia’s massive, bruised breasts jiggled and bounced with every violent tremor that wracked her heavy frame, the aftershocks of the venom still keeping her pinned to the sheets, her violet eyes blown wide in sheer, unadulterated shock.
But Cruxius was entirely blind to them.