The Tyrant's Pet

<strong>[ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. ]</strong>

Abel did Aries all day until late in the evening as if he was punishing her. He had so much energy to spare, and only when she literally begged him to rest did he reconsider. Because of his seemingly endless energy in their union, Aries instantly fell asleep.

She didn't know what had happened and passed out while catching up on her breathing. When midnight rolled in, the dryness of her throat woke her up. A faint moan slipped past her shut lips, moving, only to realize she was still confined in his arms.

Aries looked back. Abel was hugging her from behind, his strong arms wrapped around her securely. When she moved slightly, her nerves tensed up upon the realization he didn't pull out.

'Goodness… he should pull out if he's gone to sleep,' she thought, attempting to slip away to get a glass of water, but his arms pulled her closer against his body. She frowned as his waist moved, poking her passage slightly, making her core clench on instinct.

'What is he doing?' she wondered, holding his arm that was wrapped around her body like a snake. 'Is he having a dream?'

Abel moved his hips mildly, not enough for her to assume he was awake, and deliberately stretched her passage until she was dripping to lubricate their joint organs. Hence, Aries thought he was simply acting on instinct or having a perverted dream.

"Abel," she called, trying to take his arm from her.

To her surprise, he suddenly grabbed the hand that was taking his arm away. He pinned it to her side, and the next thing she knew, his warm and sturdy body covered her back.

"Darling, you are so naughty. How can you tease me the moment you wake up?" His voice was low and coarse, tilting his head to the side with a misplaced puzzlement in his weary eyes.

"I didn't —"

"If that's what you want, then I don't mind continuing where we left off." Abel bent over, biting the tip of her ear.

Aries raised her shoulders as her body shuddered when his hips moved in a slow and careful manner. He went through her passage and stretched her flower seams until the soreness and dryness slowly turned hot and soaking, making his thrust smoother.

Another moan slipped past her lips as his hand crawled around her body, cupping her breast from behind her, and kneading them sensually. Her mouth fell open, allowing his teeth to sink into her bare shoulder. Aries didn't even notice that it wasn't just his normal teeth that were into her, but Abel had bared his fangs and was simultaneously drinking her blood while sinking his member into the very depths of her canal.

The sleep restored her energy, swallowing him whole enthusiastically. Her moans were unrestrained, echoing across the entire chamber, enjoying his dominance she barely enjoyed earlier today as it was just suffering with a bit of pleasure.

After minutes of continuous pounding and moaning, kissing and sucking, a wave of heat washed over her as she convulsed underneath him. She felt him jerk inside, filling her to the brim, as the fluids damped the junction in between her legs and the sheet.

Abel collapsed on her back, watching his weight so as not to crush her. He was catching up to his breathing, and the natural scent of her skin wafted through his nostrils. It smelled pleasant. He licked the tiny holes his fangs left on her shoulder, pressing his body on her back to calm her trembling body.

"Water," she whispered, throat even drier now. She glanced over her shoulder, noticing the tiny holes in it.

"I was thirsty," he confessed, drawing his head back. His expression was bright, somewhat rejuvenated after another round of passion instead of exhaustion. "Should I get you water?"

"Can you?" she curled up her lips, but her eyes revealed slight exhaustion. Aries shut one of her eyes when he planted a kiss on the corner of her eye.

"Of course." He grinned, pulling out reluctantly to get her a glass of water.

Abel stood bare on the end of the bed, eyes on her bare back with the sheet covering her rump. Her hair was set messily to the side of the bed, still lying on her tummy, using her arms as her pillow. His lips curled up into a smirk when she glanced down at him.

"I'll be back, darling," he said, picking up the robe draped on the chair nearby. Abel covered his body with it while walking out of the room. There was no servant in the forbidden mansion, and he had also fallen asleep right after she nodded off. Hence, he wasn't able to prepare the water, which he always had prepared because Aries had a habit of drinking water in the middle of the night.

When he returned with a tray with a porcelain jug and a glass on top of it, Abel smiled. Aries was still lying in the same position. She didn't even move an inch.

Abel walked over and placed the tray on top of the nightstand on her side of the bed, pouring her a glass, which he offered to her immediately.

"Should I help you sit up?" he asked, but Aries already pushed herself to sit up lazily.

"I'm not crippled. Thank you," she complained, taking the glass of water that she chugged in one go.

Abel's brows rose when she handed the empty glass back to him, asking for another glass. Aries seemed to be very thirsty, so he poured her another glass and she drank it in one go. She had three glasses of water before she thanked him again.

Abel sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at her. "You were thirsty," he pointed out the obvious while she combed her hair through her fingers.

"You haven't even given me a glass since yesterday," she complained with a frown. "And you even drank my blood without telling me."

"I did tell you, but you were drunk with pleasure and the only response I got was a moan." He shrugged.

"You did?" she asked, and he nodded. "Well…"

Aries scratched her head. Watching her try to recall cluelessly, he chuckled.

"Sleep some more now," he said, planting his hand over the other side of her lap.

"What about you?"

"I will."

Aries clipped the hem of his robe, blinking adorably. Her eyes gleamed with a need for affection.

"Then lie down with me," she proposed, tugging his robe slightly. "I'm already exhausted, though. So don't mistake this as an invitation."

Abel blinked, smirking. "How did you know I was thinking of pouncing on you?"

"Goodness. Don't forget, I am mortal and I can barely keep up with your sexual drive."

"Haha. I'll do my best." Abel assisted her to lie down, slipping under the quilt beside her.

"Do your best to stop yourself, and not your best at making me say yes."

He chuckled at her response, taking her into the safety of his embrace. Abel casually stroked her back until her breathing grew heavier, but he didn't fall asleep. He simply listened to each of her breaths while counting her heartbeat. His mind wandered off to the encounter he had when he got her water just now.