Page 11 of The Princess’s Pet (Soul Match #1)

I awoke to a glass of water and painkillers on the bedside table. But I wasn’t as disoriented or weak as the first time the Princess had fed from me. She must have taken less blood, but I took the painkillers, drinking the water.

I could hear the Princess talking in the other room while I got out of bed and found that I was still naked, and walked to the closet.

Warm arms encircled my waist and a nose pressed painfully into my neck unexpectedly.

“Hmm, I like you better with no clothes,” the Princess spoke.

“Ma’am!” I exclaimed in fright, my hand rising to my chest. “Sneaking up like that will give me a heart attack,” I admonished, catching my breath. I was sure she was speaking in the other room not a moment ago.

She laughed brightly, turning me in her arms. I saw that her eyes were still bright, molten-silver, sparkling. She dipped her head, kissing me hard, her tongue demanding entrance and forcing me into submission. Heat began to rise in my body when her hands moved to my ass squeezing, and she swatted me as she ended the kiss. Leaving me breathless and turned on .

“I would know if you were having a heart attack, pet,” she said with an air of seriousness.

“Uh, okay,” I replied, catching my breath and trying to calm my racing heart and growing desire.

“You slept only six hours. Are you well-rested?” the Princess asked, her arms never releasing me, head tilting to the side in thought. I realised that my Princess was still experiencing a bloodhigh and had been for six hours? Was that normal?

“I’m well-rested, Ma’am. How are you?” I asked cautiously, looking closely at her reaction.

“I’m very well, pet.” She hummed, dipping her head to my neck and licking her bite mark. “You smell and taste so good,” she spoke against my shoulder. I was very much enjoying how affectionate the Princess was being, but I was also aware that it was not her usual behaviour.

“Ma’am, are you bloodhigh?” I asked softly.

“So high.” She laughed, her teeth nipping at my neck painfully, and I gasped. “Your blood, pet, is like nothing else. I’m keeping you,” she stated, and to make her point bit me harshly where her fangs had left their mark, causing me to cry out.

“Were you speaking to someone?” I asked, trying to distract the Princess, her behaviour was a little aggressive, and I didn’t know how much control a vampire had when bloodhigh.

“Yes,” she said, leaving my neck to look at me. “I was speaking with Clara, nothing concerning you,” she told me before breathing in deeply and pulling my naked body flush against her clothed one. “You seem worried, pet,” she commented, with her nose pressed against my head.

“Are you, uh, in control, Ma’am? The bloodhigh...” I stuttered and trailed off, resting my face against her collar .

“I have enough control. You’re perfectly safe if you’re a good girl,” she spoke softly, her voice becoming playful with her warning. I swallowed, unsure whether the fluttering in my chest was from excitement or anxiety. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Percy?” she asked, her hands running up my back.

“Yes, Ma’am.” My words came out breathy. She purred happily in response, and I felt the vibration against my cheek pressed to her chest.

“I suppose I should let you get dressed,” she mused against my head. The Princess released me reluctantly from her grasp, and turned to the closet. “No panties,” she said, turning to look at me in a way that had all the blood in my body rushing to my face.

She handed me a pair of short cotton shorts and a thin-strapped vest top that left my shoulders, neck, and chest very much exposed and her bite on full display. “Put that on,” she commanded.

“Can I wash first? I feel all gross,” I asked.

“No, you smell good, like me and sex,” she said seriously, and I blushed harder at her words. She waved her hand for me to get dressed and watched as I did so.

She reached out, taking my hand and led me from the bedroom to the small kitchen table where a bagel and coffee sat waiting. Pulling out my chair, she guided me to sit and demanded that I eat.

The Princess sat at the opposite seat and watched me. Her attention was making me quite anxious. The way she watched me, like she thought I might try to run away was concerning. I felt like she would pounce on me at any moment.

“You’re very fragile. I can’t forget to feed and water you,” she commented as I ate and sipped the coffee .

“You eat too, Ma'am,” I pointed out.

“Not as much as you. You eat and sleep as much as a human. I require far less so long as I am well fed with blood,” the Princess explained, her eyes focusing on my neck.

“Did you sleep last night?” I asked curiously.

She shook her head “no.”

There was a knock on the door and the Princess tilted her head curiously, her gaze leaving me for the first time since sitting. She stood and walked to the door, opening it to reveal the guard and Clara stood behind them.

“My Royal Highness, Lady Clara Vouna requests your audience,” the guard spoke, bowing low.

“Clara, I thought I made my stance clear on the phone,” the Princess said, and while I suspected that minus the bloodhigh, her voice would have been stern she sounded simply disinterested.

“Please, Selene you can’t refuse,” Clara pled from behind the guard.

The Princess exhaled, frustrated and opened the door wider, stepping aside to let Clara in.

The new vampire scented the air and turned with a sly grin on her face.

“You’ve been having some fun with that pet of yours. You’re still bloodhigh, aren’t you?” she accused amused.

The Princess smiled brightly, her only answer. She turned her gaze back to me over Clara’s shoulder.

“Come here, pet,” she demanded, and I stood extremely self-conscious at my lack of clothing .

The Princess pulled me into her, her hand tight at my hip.

“Oh my, Selene, you never mentioned that under that servant uniform, your little pet was so edible,” Clara commented and I kept my eyes on the toes of my bare feet.

“Very edible indeed, my friend,” the Princess replied, her free hand coming up to move my hair behind my shoulder and reveal her bite and hickeys.

“I’m jealous, I need to find myself a source as pleasing as you have. You’re absolutely glowing in your bloodhigh,” Clara complimented.

“Sit, Clara, I’ll give you a few minutes to argue your case,” the Princess instructed and Clara sat legs crossed at one side of the long couch.

The Princess sat at the other side, pulling me down in her lap, her hand going under my top to rest on my stomach. I felt like I was on display as her lips found my neck and nipped at her bite. And it was so horribly demeaning, but still, heat rose within me at the Princess’s touch even as I heard Clara giggle a few feet away.

“Careful, Selene, your pet looks like she might pass out,” Clara commented and the Princess left my neck. I could feel her eyes on me before I felt her responding chuckle.

“I do enjoy bringing such sweet blood to the surface,” the Princess commented. “Clara, now tell me, why are you so invested in my attending the Spring Festival? What has Lord Halvorsen offered you in exchange for your efforts to encourage me to his desires?” she asked more seriously, but I could hear the smile she wore in her voice.

“Nothing, nothing, dear friend,” Clara began.

“I’m bloodhigh, not a fool, you’ve never been so interested in my love life or courting, and yet here you are at my home to beg me to attend the Spring Festival on behalf of Lord Halvorsen,” the Princess said sternly, but her hand began to stroke my stomach.

“I’m sorry, my Princess. His brother, Lord Halvorsen, offers his younger brothers' hand in marriage if I help sway my Royal Highness to but accept his courting,” Clara admitted, sounding remorseful.

“I’m disappointed in you, Clara,” the Princess said, but she sounded disinterested. Her free hand began to stroke the inside of my thigh, fingers creeping under the shorts that only covered half my thighs.

“Please, Selene, my house is small, I don’t have the influence to gain a proposal from the house of Halvorsen on my own. My mother is demanding I find a suitor to marry before graduation or she’ll arrange for me. When Lord Halvorsen approached me, it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass by. He only wants the chance to court you,” Clara pled.

“And you sell your relationship with me for so little. If you had only come to me with your concerns, I would have helped find you a match of good standing. Now you have sullied our relationship beyond repair, I’m afraid that I will never be able to trust your intentions again. There will forever be a strain between us now,” the Princess explained, her chin coming to rest on my shoulder.

“Please, my Royal Highness, forgive me my weakness,” Clara spoke, sounding like she might cry.

“I may forgive you, but never trust you again. You may leave now.”

Clara stood, not speaking another word and I heard her leave and the guard close the heavy door.

“Just you and me again,” the Princess whispered in my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine .

Her hand on my stomach moved higher, tauntingly. My breath hitched as she finally found my breast, her thumb sweeping over my nipple, hardening the bud instantly.

“Fuck,” I moaned, pushing my chest further into her hand. Her hand at my thigh pulled back and swatted the inside of my thigh hard. I yelped in surprise.

“Language, pet, I thought you were my good girl?” she spoke against the juncture of my throat.

“Sorry, Ma’am,” I husked out as she groped me.

She hummed against my skin, kissing lightly up to my ear. “I think it’s time I took you to bed proper,” she spoke softly, and my core clenched at her voice made rough with lust.

She stood carrying me bridal style with ease into the bedroom and threw me to the centre of the bed. I bounced as I landed and couldn’t help my surprised giggle. She smiled brightly, eyes still glowing, and began to crawl towards me.

The boyfriend shirt she wore, only half-buttoned, fell off her shoulder, revealing the strap of her bra and half her cleavage. I couldn’t look away as she moved to me in a feline fashion on her hands and knees. I pushed myself back up the bed but stopped when my head met the pillow. She growled playfully as she crawled up to me, straddling my hips.

“There’s no escape, pet,” she purred, as she looked down at me. “You’re all mine now,” she added her fingers unbuttoning and discarding her shirt slowly. I was captivated, my upper body rising and my hands slowly reaching for the straps of her bra.

“May I?” I asked softly, and she smiled before her hands took my face and she kissed me.

“You may,” she answered as she pulled away. With care, I slowly pushed down one strap of her bra, my lips pressing against her skin with the adoration I felt. I followed the same process with her other shoulder. She unclasped her bra at her back and allowed me to pull the garment free from her body.

Her hands found my face again, pulling me in for a breathless kiss, her teeth pulling at my lower lip. Her hands removed my top, tossing it to the floor and finding my breasts roughly while crashing her lips back to mine. I moaned into the kiss, my arms coming up to wrap around the Princess’s neck.

“Everything about you draws me in,” she told me as she broke the kiss, her eyes meeting mine, my breath heavy. “Your scent.” She dipped her head to my neck and breathed in deeply. “Your taste.” Her tongue swiped up my throat, causing a moan to escape my lips. “The sound of your needy moans,” she whispered in my ear, pulling back for molten eyes to meet mine again. “You were made just for me, pet,” she told me seriously, her hands pushing me back against the bed. She moved herself to kneel between my legs, bending my knees open and her hands grabbing passionately at my shorts, pulling them down and off my body.

She held my knees apart. I felt my face heat during the long seconds she inspected me. When her eyes moved up to meet my own, her pupils were blown wide. “A delicate little flower,” she breathed, her hands running up my thighs.

“Princess,” I hushed in embarrassment as she looked back down at my pussy, bringing her hand to run her fingers through my folds. I quivered under her touch. My core twitching and hips bucking.

“I love how quickly you get wet for me,” she said teasingly as she held her fingers up for me to see them glisten with my excitement. She popped her fingers into her mouth and moaned.

“Oh, Poseidon,” I whispered; my whole being burning at the sight .

She smirked at me when she was finished cleaning her fingers. Her hands went to the blue jeans that hung low on her hips and she unzipped them.

She moved from the bed, sliding the jeans down her legs and I sat up to watch her. I felt my stomach twist with need as she pushed them slowly down her toned legs.

Legs had never been a focal point of attraction for me before, but the Princess’s legs were like something an artist would carve in marble, perfect in every way. Before I quite knew what I was doing, I was standing from the bed and falling to my knees at her feet.

She watched me closely and curiously as I carefully helped remove her ankles from the jeans. I looked up at her questioningly. She responded with a raised eyebrow, and I saw the way her chest lifted with her excited breaths.

I bent forward on my knees, my face low to the ground, and began to kiss one of her ankles, my hands coming up to caress the back of her calf. My lips slowly moved higher to join my hands. With each kiss, I tried to show my affections.

As I got to her thigh, her hand tangled in my hair, pulling me higher to the apex of her legs. I saw that her underwear was damp with her need and I’d never been prouder of myself. I leaned forward, my lips kissing her through the fabric of her panties, and I heard her breath hitch.

“Don’t keep me waiting, pet,” she warned through a deep growl. I slipped my fingers into her panties and pulled them down her legs. She kicked them away and pulled my face back to her sex. I breathed in, moaning at the heady scent of the Princess, my lips pressing softly against her.

She growled in frustration and pushed my head roughly against her, hips bucking against my face. I opened my mouth to taste her, my tongue running up to her sensitive bud and swirling around, sucking and flicking. My hands grasped the back of her thighs as I enthusiastically devoured the Princess. Her taste and moans made me lightheaded. The way she rode my face, the pain in my scalp from her fist in my hair, it was so intoxicating. She was a drug I could easily become addicted to.

She moaned deeply as she came against my mouth, her hips slowing to a stop, and I continued to lick her clean, not wanting to lose a drop of her. She pulled me away from her and her face was flushed as she gazed down at me.

“You’ll be on your knees between my legs often, I think, pet,” she breathed out heavily in praise.

“I could live here,” I replied, my senses in a daze as I leaned forward to place a delicate kiss against her pussy to make my point.

She laughed above me, pulling me up to my feet by the fist still in my hair. She dipped her head and kissed me hungrily.

“I taste good on you,” she hummed, pulling away and pushing me back down to the bed. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” she promised as she lay atop me, her hand moving between us to cup my throbbing pussy roughly. Her free hand grabbed at my breasts, her head moving down to suck and tease my nipples. There was no warning before two fingers were buried deep within me. I was already very wet, ready, and desperate for her touch. I moaned, arching my back and pushing myself further into her mouth, my hips bucking.

She thrust into me quickly and hard, her mouth switching between my breasts, sucking, and biting frantically. My building excitement was intense and yet still I wanted more of her. She released me from her mouth to watch me closely as she slowed her thrusting and added a third finger. The stretched feeling was wonderful, and I was soon moaning at the slight pleasant burn and full feeling. She kissed me roughly and resumed her rapid pace. Her hand that had been teasing my nipple moved up to wrap securely around my throat .

“Look at me, pet,” she demanded when she pulled away from the kiss. Glowing silver met me intensely, her fangs extended, pressing into her lower lip. “I want to see you when you cum for me.” Her words and stare had me flooding onto her hand and the bed.

She grinned as I felt her twist her hand as she thrust into me, her fingers curling and rubbing against a spot inside that had my head pressing back into the pillow and wanton moans flowing loudly from my mouth.

She growled, gripping my jaw, and forcing my head back up to look at her.

“I can feel how close you are. Your pussy’s clenching tighter with every thrust.” She punctuated her words with harder, more forceful thrusts into me. I felt like I was going to burst, so full and close to the edge.

“Do you want to cum, pet?” she asked me.

“Y-yes, M-ma’am. P-p-please,” I stuttered out, barely able to speak past the intensity of my pleasure. Her eyes glowed brighter.

“Cum for me, pet,” she husked, and my body responded almost instantly to her words, her hand tightened on my jaw, and I struggled to keep my eyes open for her as I fell apart.

She crashed her lips to mine just as the last waves of orgasm washed over me. I cried against her lips as she pulled herself from me, my sex pulsing with over-sensitivity and missing her fingers.

She brought her fingers to my lips, and I opened wide for her and dutifully cleaned myself from her fingers, humming in pleasure at my own taste. Her eyes watched me pleased, her other hand brushing my hair back and caressing my cheek.

“You’re my good girl,” she purred as I finished my task and she lay down beside me, pulling me into her arms and between her legs. She wrapped her arms around me, my head resting against her chest.

The skin-on-skin contact between us was relaxing, and she rubbed soothing circles against my back. I hummed in happiness.

“That was something else,” I commented, my pussy clenching and feeling empty at the memory of her fingers filling me. She pulled me closer to her a purr rumbling through her chest to me.

“Your mouth is quite talented,” the Princess praised softly, bending to nibble at my earlobe momentarily before pulling back. I whined at the loss, curling myself further into her embrace.

“The bloodhigh is beginning to wear off,” she commented as she pulled me closer, her nose pressing against my head. “I feel such a strong need to keep you safe and close to me,” she told me, and I was filled with warmth at her admission.

“I like being close to you,” I told her honestly, feeling safe while trapped in her arms. She hummed in response.

Later that evening the Princess was less possessive and allowed me to shower and dress. After, she had me sit on the floor between her legs, her hands running through my hair, scratching at my scalp.

“Have you heard about the Spring Festival?” she asked me as I leaned further into her touch.

“Only when you and Clara spoke about it earlier,” I answered.

“It’s an annual event held at Sanguis Academy. Classes are suspended for the day and there are activities, food, and performances much like a fair,” she explained. “We will attend, I am expected to start the festival by introducing the first performance of the day.”

“It sounds like fun,” I thought out loud .

“I suppose it can be. You’ll certainly enjoy the day, flowers will decorate the academy, and I may allow you some time to explore the fair with your friends,” she told me.

“Thank you, Ma’am.”