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The Cost of Blood (Father and Belle)

Aelia gave out another long cry of desire and submission as she felt her father's tenth clench tight around the soft, smooth skin of her neck. Her eyes closed as she instinctively arched her neck to the side so that he could have more of that sweet, delicious flesh to feast upon should he wish it. She could not deny him that...Aelia doubted she could deny her father anything, truly. It would feel as though she was denying her own self. Pressing her lips together she shivered as he used his lips to suckle on her flesh. She was unaware of the mark this would leave - but if she did know - it would only make her want to offer up more of her skin for him to mark. She had made her choice. She wanted this - she wanted him - and right then she couldn't care if the entire world knew! The touch of his teeth, the pressure of his impressive shaft, the grunts in his throat...it was all so intoxicating!

She felt his hips shift slightly so he could gain better traction and suddenly his thrusts came much harder and faster than before. Aelia gasped deeply and quivered as though she were a lioness in heat. There was bits of pain that echoed through her lower body, but that made the moments when he hit those several special spots of pleasure all the more heightened. Aelia felt his body pulling hers, jerking her back and forth. The ripples in the water around them had become like waves on the ocean - sloshing back and forth around their bodies as his hips repeated slammed into hers. She could feel the tips of her pink nipples brushing against the stone floor - sending more sensation through her body that helped dull the pain.

And when it dulled she began to feel something building in her lower abdomen. This was not more pain, this was the exact opposite of pain. Aelia was a maiden, but she was not stupid. She knew this was the ultimate goal and what every woman wanted and somehow - despite the pain and discomfort - she had begun to feel it growing! She focused on it, willing her body to seek out trace moments of this pleasure. She listened to Eurotas's grunts, focused on the touch of his teeth, and the pressure of his body on hers as she willed that pleasure to grow. And slowly, surely, it did. As she arched her back and turned her head to the side slightly she kissed his exquisite jaw bone and groaned. "I-I think I'm getting close...please-please don't stop," she panted, "Do I have your permission, Sir?"
 
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