novelraw Chapter 215 - Filling Her Throat
Chapter 215 - Filling Her Throat
His entire universe had narrowed down to the scalding heat of Evangeline’s throat, the freezing grip of her hands on his hips, and the blood smearing between them.
The friction was building too fast. The venom was pushing him over the edge.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
"Haaah... haaah...!"
His thrusts quickened, losing their measured rhythm, turning frantic. The heavy smacks of his pelvis against her face grew louder, more violent. Evangeline didn’t choke. She didn’t gag. She simply took every brutal inch, her golden eyes locked onto his, shining with a dark, twisted satisfaction as she felt his control completely shatter.
The pressure in his groin reached critical mass.
It felt like a supernova was about to detonate in his lower stomach.
"F-fuck...!"
He pulled her hair violently, dragging her face up slightly, breaking the seal just enough to look into those mocking, ancient eyes.
The blood from his cock was smeared all over her cheeks, painting her pale skin in the violent colors of his climax.
He couldn’t hold it.
His spine locked. His hips bucked forward in one final, devastatingly deep thrust, burying his cock so far down her throat that his pubic bone ground against her lips.
"You dumb woman," he yelled, his voice cracking with the sheer, agonizing force of the release. "Take this!"
He grunted.
A guttural, animalistic sound that tore from his chest as the first thick, heavy rope of semen shot from his cock.
It exploded directly into the back of her throat.
Throb. Throb.
The force of it was staggering. Hot, thick, and endless. He came with the violent intensity of a man who had been pushed past the absolute limits of human endurance.
Wave after wave of dense, boiling seed pumped directly into her mouth, mixing with the lingering taste of his blood.
Evangeline’s throat worked instantly.
She swallowed.
Gulp.
She didn’t let a single drop escape. Her throat contracted around his throbbing shaft, milking every last ounce of the heavy load, pulling the climax out of him with an expert, devastating suction.
"Rghhh.... shit..."
Cruxius’s head fell forward, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air. His grip on her silver hair finally loosened, his hands sliding down to rest heavily on her shoulders.
His legs were shaking. His entire body felt hollowed out, drained of every ounce of energy, floating in the terrifying, venom-laced aftermath of the most intense orgasm of his many lives.
Evangeline stayed there for a long moment, her mouth still sealed around his softening shaft, her golden eyes looking up at him through the messy curtain of her silver hair.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she pulled back.
Her lips slid off him with a soft, wet pop.
A thick string of saliva, mixed with stark white semen and a faint tint of pink blood, stretched between his tip and her plush lips before snapping onto his thigh.
She didn’t wipe her mouth.
She simply looked at him, the red and white smeared across her chin, her golden eyes glowing with a terrifying, absolute satiation before lickibg her lips She looked towards the pendant in her neck, which was glowing tremendously, as she chuckled and said,"Do you know, I had some doubts regarding why this pendant was aggressively reacting towards you, but now I am sure, after sucking you off."
She simply looked at him, the red and white smeared across her chin, her golden eyes glowing with a terrifying, absolute satiation before licking her lips.
The soft, wet glide of her tongue sweeping across her plush lips gathered the lingering traces of his climax and his blood, pulling it back into her mouth with a slow, deliberate swallow.
She looked down.
Not at him. At her own chest.
At the pendant resting against her sternum.
It was glowing tremendously. No longer just a rhythmic pulse, but a frantic, blinding crimson flare that illuminated the dark space between them, casting harsh red shadows against the pale swell of her breasts and the sheer white fabric of her gown. It vibrated with a desperate, trapped energy.
Evangeline chuckled. A low, dark sound that vibrated with ancient amusement.
"Do you know," she said, her voice a purr of cold silk and absolute malice, "I had some doubts regarding why this pendant was aggressively reacting towards you. But now I am sure, after sucking you off."
Cruxius’s chest heaved, his lungs pulling in the damp, heavy air of the stone room.
His dark eyes tracked her gaze, locking onto the furious red glow of the ruby.
He didn’t just look at it. He ’knew’ it.
The SS-rank intellect, slowly booting back online from the catastrophic, venom-laced overload of his orgasm, instantly cross-referenced the artifact with the sprawling, bloody archives of his future timelines.
It wasn’t just a piece of enchanted jewelry.
It was a prison.
Naturally, in the far future from where he had regressed, he knew exactly what was trapped inside that stone. He knew because, in that distant, overwritten reality, he had utterly, comprehensively broken it.
He had fucked this Queen.
But not ’this’ version of her.
The consciousness of the Vampire Queen had been fractured. Cleaved perfectly in two. The entity kneeling before him—the apex predator with the golden eyes and the suffocating killing intent—was the corrupted, unadulterated evil. The pure, ancient hunger.
But the consciousness trapped within the glowing pendant?
That was the rest of her.
The ’weaker’ portion. The vessel that held all of her original humanity. Her capacity for love. For kindness. For mercy. And, most importantly, the repository of her true, untainted memories.
In that far future timeline, after the consciousness trapped in the pendant had been freed from its ruby cage, Cruxius had found her. And she had been almost insultingly easy to manipulate. Bereft of her dominant, predatory half, the ’good’ Evangeline had been vulnerable, starving for connection, desperate for an anchor. He had provided it.
He remembered the absolute, pliant submission of her body in that lost timeline. Enjoying her pussy had been a simple matter of leverage and emotional conditioning. She had surrendered everything to him, weeping with gratitude and affection while he thoroughly ravaged her.
That was why the pendant was reacting so violently now.
The weak, loving consciousness locked inside the ruby was dormant to the world, but it was recognizing ’him’.
It was sensing the resonance of his soul, the echo of the man who had claimed her, possessed her, and dominated her in a future she hadn’t even technically lived yet.
Her memories of him hadn’t fully awakened because they were suppressed by the seal, but the emotional instinct—the sheer, trapped desperation of a woman recognizing her master—was making the gem scream.
Cruxius’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, the cold calculation overriding the lingering haze of lust.
This was a razor’s edge.
If the current Evangeline—the corrupted, psychotic monster currently wearing his semen as lipstick—realized ’why’ the pendant was reacting... if she realized that he possessed the power to unlock, manipulate, and dominate the hidden half of her soul... she wouldn’t hesitate.
The moment the consciousness of that lovely, tragic woman who had been severed from the evil half threatened to emerge, this Evangeline would perceive it as a fatal weakness. She would kill him on the spot just to eliminate the variable.
He couldn’t force it. He couldn’t overpower her.
He needed to ’tame’ her.
And to tame a monster of this magnitude, he couldn’t use force. He had to use ego.
He was going to use that exact same pendant. He would turn himself into the ultimate target, an obsession that ignited her twisted enthusiasm. Make her want to conquer him just to prove her superiority over the weak half trapped in the stone.
Evangeline moved.