"Judas, I want you."

Summer's voice trembled, cracking under the weight of her plea. She pressed her body flush against his, her movements frantic beneath the heavy wool blanket.

"Why are you not claiming me?" she begged, her fingers wrapping around his hardening length, stroking with a desperate rhythm. "Even if you don't like me, can you at least fuck me until I beg you to stop?"

Judas looked down. In the dim, flickering orange light of the fire stone, her crimson pupils were swimming in tears.

They spilled over her lashes, tracking hot paths down her pale cheeks. She looked broken and rejected.

'Summer… what is with that expression?' Zephriya's voice echoed in the vampire's mind, sounding genuinely baffled. 'Are you really crying? I didn't think you had enough hydration in you for tears.'

Judas was equally taken aback. He froze, his hand hovering over her waist. His hesitation hadn't been born of disgust or a lack of feelings.

It was a tactical decision. The slow crawl of her affection points had forced him to change his strategy, to play hard to get in hopes of sparking a chase.

He never expected her to be this deeply affected by his restraint. A heavy pang of guilt settled in his chest.

"Summer, it's not that I dislike you," Judas whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead. "I just didn't know the meaning of our relationship yet. I wanted to be sure."

Affection: 46 -> 49]

The change was instantaneous.

The tears didn't dry, but the misery behind them vanished. A slow, satisfied grin stretched across her lips, transforming her face from a tragic victim to a pleased predator.

Judas blinked, amused despite himself. He internally noted this new characteristic of his fourth wife: she was a terrifyingly good actress.

"Why make things complex in sex?" Summer shifted her hips, increasing the pressure of her grip on him. She squeezed, wringing a guttural grunt from his throat. "Just fuck me till I beg you to stop. That is all the meaning we need."

'Summer, I never expected you to be this desperate,' Zephriya scoffed, though there was amusement in her tone. 'Is his blood that desiring? Or is it the man himself?'

'You shut up,' Summer cursed internally, shutting the spirit out. She increased the speed of her hand, her nails grazing sensitive skin.

Judas's breath hitched. He was a man. She was a beautiful, willing woman. There was no way he could remain unaffected by her ministrations.

They were hiding in a cave, in the middle of a Rift zone, with monsters prowling the darkness outside. Yet here she was, yearning for him.

The contrast between the lethal danger outside and the raw lust inside was intoxicating. A strange sense of excitement flooded his veins.

To lose themselves in desire while surrounded by death… it was the ultimate defiance.

He reached down, catching her wrist to stop her movement.

Summer glanced up at him, confusion clouding her red eyes. "Husband?"

Judas leaned forward. He extended his tongue, licking the salty tear track from the corner of her eye.

"It's my turn," he murmured against her skin.

He climbed atop her, his knees bracketing her hips. Without breaking eye contact, he slid down her body, his hands tracing the curve of her ribs and the flare of her waist.

With a decisive pull, he removed her pants, tossing them to the foot of the bed.

The scent of her arousal hit him instantly—musky and sweet. The fabric of her undergarments was soaked through.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled it down, exposing her completely to the cool air of the cave.

The pink petals of her womanhood waited for him, glistening in the low light.

Judas lowered his head. He didn't rush. He paused inches away, letting his warm breath ghost over her sensitive flesh.

"Ah…" Summer arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He closed the distance. His tongue flat and broad, he took a slow lick from the bottom up, savoring the taste of her.

"Oh god…" Summer gasped, her head thrown back against the pillow. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more pressure.

Judas obliged. He used his nose to nudge her folds apart, burying his face between her thighs. He began to feast, his tongue flickering against her bud rhythmically.

"Judas!" she cried out, her voice echoing too loudly in the small space. She bit her lip to stifle the sound, her legs trembling around his ears. "Yes... right there... don't stop."

He grasped her thighs, holding her steady as he increased the tempo, drinking in her pleasure as she unraveled beneath him.

Judas could feel the change in her. Her hips began to stutter, abandoning their rhythmic bucking for chaotic, sharp spasms.

Her breathing turned into a high-pitched keen, her hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. She was on the climax, teetering on the edge of a violent release.

"Husband... please... I'm close..." she gasped, her head thrashing from side to side. "Don't stop... oh god, don't..."

Just as her body coiled for the final release, Judas pulled back.

He lifted his head, breaking the contact instantly. The cold air of the cave rushed in to replace the heat of his breath.

"No!" Summer wailed, her voice filled with frustration. Her eyes snapped open, blazing with unfulfilled need and genuine indignation.

Her body remained tense, hovering in that agonizing limbo between pleasure and climax. "Why? I was right there! You devil!"

Judas wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a dark smirk playing on his lips. He liked seeing her this undone.

It stripped away the acting, the manipulation, and the vampire princess persona, leaving only a woman desperate for him.

"Not like this," he rasped. "I don't want to watch you finish from the outside. I want to feel it happen around me."

He moved up her body, the friction of his skin against hers sending shivers through them both. He positioned himself between her spread thighs, his knees sinking into the soft mattress.

Summer looked up at him, her chest heaving, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.

She didn't argue. She simply widened her stance, offering herself completely.

Judas guided himself to her entrance. The tip of his length brushed against her slick opening, teasing the swollen flesh. She was wet, ready, and tight. Incredibly tight.

He pressed forward.

"Ah!" Summer hissed, digging her nails into his shoulders.

There was resistance. A barrier. Despite her arousal and her species, she was untouched. Judas paused for a heartbeat, looking into her eyes. There was fear there, mixed with anticipation.

"Relax," he whispered.

"Just do it," she challenged, though her voice shook.

Judas didn't hesitate. He thrust his hips forward, a single motion. He felt the membrane tear, a distinct pop of resistance giving way to his invasion.

Summer cried out, a sharp sound of pain that cut through the silence of the cave. Her body went rigid, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as she stifled a sob.

He was inside. Buried to the hilt.

Judas held perfectly still, allowing her body to adjust to his presence. The tightness was suffocating. Like a hot, wet glove that pulsed around him. He could feel the slight trickle of blood mixing with her fluids.

"It hurts," she mumbled against his skin.

"I know," Judas kissed her hair, his hands soothing her tense back. "It will pass."

'Congratulation bitch. You are successfully deflowered now.'

Summer didn't tell the spirit to shut up. She just nodded against Judas's chest. The sharp sting of the tear was already fading, replaced by a throbbing fullness that felt incredibly right. The emptiness she hadn't realized she carried was filled.

She lifted her head, her red eyes meeting his. The pain was gone, replaced by the returning tide of lust, now amplified by the intimacy of their connection.

"Move," she said softly. "Please."

Judas pulled back slowly, almost leaving her, before driving back in with a long, smooth stroke. Summer gasped, her head falling back against the pillow. The friction set her nerves on fire, the sensation infinitely better than what she had felt before.

He moved in rhythm. Slow at first, then harder and deeper. The bed creaked under their combined weight, the sound merging with the wet slap of skin on skin and Summer's growing moans.

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