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Their skins were so wet and flushed, drenched with water and sweat. It had rained and then snowed and then rained again with petals and even glitter as they made love several times more through the sceneries the palace had created for them. On the bed. Against a wall. On the floor as the room had turned into a meadow, again only keeping the bed and the candles.
They didn't stop, both so deeply lost into each other. So eager to explore and enjoy each other's body, the pleasure that it could offer.

It felt so good...so incredibly addicting and Diana couldn't stop herself from seeking that pleasure into Nicholas' arms, over and over again. She understood now why those girls were screaming out so loud, letting those males pound into them like that.

It was pure ecstasy...exhilarating, and she didn't want to leave this bed. She didn't want to leave Nicholas' arms. His touch. She had gotten mad. Mad with lust. Want. Yearning for this god of a male currently holding her against him.

They were back into his bed now, kissing slowly as he guided her up and down in his lap, the girl already feeling way too sluggish and shaky to do all that by herself after the fifth time.

He kept a leisure pace, holding her by the thighs as he lifted her and then guided her right back onto him, burying himself deep into her with every thrust of his hips. Massaging her so erotically.
Diana moaned and gyrated her hips just a little as she held onto him, her breasts rubbing up against him so deliciously. Making her feel those tell-tale tingles, over and over again.

Nicholas broke their kiss and increased his pace just a little, making her butt and thighs audibly slap against him as he guided her up and down on his cock more fervently, reaching for that high. Yearning to jump right over that edge with her once again. Feel her body tremble and spasm against him as she came with his name on her lips. Crying out so deliciously. She was so fucking perfect, and he loved to feel her like that. Finally have her like that. He couldn't get enough of it. Enough of her. He wanted to hold her like that forever. Remain sheated into her forever. But he could tell that she was already way too exhausted, no matter how many times she'd insisted that she could still go on. He was honestly surprised that she'd lasted this long, and that she'd asked to do it again. And again. And again. He was evidently more than capable of keeping up with her, his stamina far more greater than a human’s.
But she was tired, and probably very sore by now. She needed to rest. Get some sleep. Maybe a little something to eat as well.

So he pushed into her even harder, fingers digging into her flesh as he fucked her fast. Unrelenting. Making those juicy breasts of hers bounce up and down so vigorously. Making her scream and moan and hold onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as she finally came with a loud squeal, again in perfect sync with his own orgasm.

They both moaned and shuddered, gushing with spurts of cum. Making an even bigger mess on themselves and those sheets beneath them.

He continued to hold her, his arms wrapping around her waist. Coaxing her to rest against his shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath. Panting so loud and fast.

He pressed a gentle kiss on her head, rubbing soothing circles on her back. Giving her time to calm down. Come down from her high. Her delicate palm shakily pressed against the middle of his chest, her heart still beating relatively fast. Feeling the puff of her breaths caress the skin on his pectoral. Making goosebumps raise on his body.
He caressed her back, offering her another kiss on the temple before he gripped her thighs again, finally easing himself out of her.
She whimpered a little, all those loads of cum that he’s shot into her now dripping out. Making a mess of her poor, tortured pussy.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go clean up,” he told her, raising himself up from the bed with her still in his arms. And then he was walking straight towards the pool, holding her plastered against him.
He walked to those stone steps that led inside, slowly descending into the water.

The girl twitched a little in his arms, barely able to hold her head as she pulled back to look up at him.
“I…uh…”

His brows knitted together, curiously peering down at her as he observed that conflicted look on her face. That mild blush in her cheeks.

“What is it?”

She hesitated for a moment, nervously biting her lower lip as she stared up at him from beneath those half-closed eyelids.
“I-Is it possible for me to get pregnant now?”

He smiled,
“Nope. Humans are not made for procreation with vampires. Vampire semen is way too strong for a human egg. It will destroy it before it could fertilize it,” he explained, earning himself a rather odd look from her.
“Oh…”

He smiled again, resuming to easing both himself and his mate into the water.

The girl mewled a little, feeling her body relax as soon as that warm and soothing water engulfed her, reaching her shoulders. She was so incredibly sore, and only now she was starting to notice. How much it actually hurt. How hard her legs were shaking. She could barely hold onto him, that was how spent she was. Overwrought. She thought that she’d heard him say something more, but she couldn’t make out what it was. Because in the few following moments, she let her head fall back against his shoulder, her muddled mind giving in to that darkness that kept poking at the edges.