CH:2 The King in Shadows

Vexia’s POV

For a heartbeat, I thought I imagined it. I stopped. I looked at his face. A twitch, a shift of muscle beneath me. I was frozen in my place, breathing heavily.

No… no, it couldn’t be.

It was so faint that no one else could have noticed it. But no, because I was so close to him. I saw it and felt it, his chest, beneath my hands, rose with a deep and strong breath, and his fingers twitched against the sheets, brushing so lightly that my body filled with joy. I couldn’t believe it, but I have to continue my effort; maybe he can get back to life.

I will endure this pain. He is responding to my touch; even if it is a small movement, it is hope, and I could not stop. I had to believe that Alpha King could come back…

My body was on fire, and the feeling of his hard cock rubbing against me was making me crazy. I hugged him, pressing my whole body on his chest, and clenched my thighs around his waist.

The intimacy of our position sent more fire burning through me. I slowly took his cock inside, it slipped a few times… But I kept trying, and finally I was able to get the tip of his cock inside my wet pussy.

Just as I moved, I felt a sharp pain in my pussy.

I bit my lower lip to stop a whimper, as my nails dug into his chest. The tears came to my eyes as I was slowly getting his whole big cock inside me. My eyes were wide open, and my breath caught in my throat.

The pain was unbearable, and my body was shivering; my legs were trembling. I wanted to run out of this room.

But I forced myself forward again.

“Alexander?” I didn’t recognize my voice when I whispered his name, my voice so hoarse.

I was aching so badly, the pain and heat mixed until I could not separate them.

Alexander's strength pulsed again, and it was undeniable. I gasped. My thought lodged in my mind: this is working. His body is responding to me.

I stopped to catch my breath and sat on top of him, my eyes burned with tears, mixing with the sweat on our skin. I kissed Alexander on the corner of his mouth; his lips were warm, even in their stillness. I imagined him kissing my lips and holding my body with his strength.

My hips rolled because of the heat coming out of my pussy, the friction against him drove me further, and the wetness of my pussy made it a bit better as I moaned, my voice echoing in the quiet chamber.

Slowly enduring the pain with my tears as proof, I finally was able to get his cock inside me. My pussy was so tight, and my body was covered in sweat. I thought I might collapse from the storm inside me.

As the heat spread deep inside my body, the pleasure replaced the pain, and my body betrayed me, rocking up and down on his cock, dampening the skin of his cock.

The hesitation and shame vanished as I was feeling so much pleasure in the lower part of my belly, and the desire rippled inside me. I moved more desperately, my legs trembled as I pushed harder and faster, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

I was feeling the raw heat of his body, tugging at me, begging me to keep going. My hands clutched his shoulders as I put my forehead on his chest.

“I will give you everything, Alexander… please wake up,” I whispered hoarsely against his chest, clutching his body. My lips touched his neck, and I kissed him.

My heart stuttered as I wiped a lone tear from my eyes. I buried my face in his neck and kissed him, his scent engulfing me.

I didn’t know how much longer I could go on, but I know I couldn’t stop now. He is responding to me in small actions. I can hope that my closeness becomes the light that brings him back.

And more than that, I was feeling alive, alive in a way I never had before.

I moved again, slowly and clumsily, and his length twitched inside my pussy. A shock wave of strength inside me, a push that made me shudder and cry out softly.

I bit my lip so hard it nearly bled, but my moans slipped free, soft at first, then louder, in desperation and need.

“Oh, Moon… Ahh, Alexander!” I murmured, my forehead pressing against his shoulder as I left a bite mark there, “Please.” It was a desperate plea. My body was out of strength as I was feeling my movements slow; I was burning with a need for more.

I clung to him, my lips pressed to his neck, my breathing a mess of whimpers and pleas. I felt the wetness pool out of my pussy, and I dropped on his body, clinging to him. The exhaustion finally came over me, and I closed my eyes.

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Alexander’s POV

My eyes were closed, but I was aware of all the things happening around me. And right now, I was a bit shocked, but this… warmth. Pressure. Movement.

At first, I thought it was some fever-dream, my body tricking me as it tried to heal. But no, this was real. There was weight on top of me, soft and trembling. Heat clung to my skin, wet breath brushed my jaw, and a fragile voice whispered my name like a prayer.

My mind struggled to claw through the fog, piecing together the sensations. The heaviness of thighs straddling my waist. The frantic rhythm against me. The sound of moans, raw, innocent, desperate.

I forced my eyes to flutter open, only slightly. And I saw her, a young girl above me. Her dark hair falling loose, face flushed, lips red and swollen from kissing me. Her eyes were squeezed shut, as though she was both ashamed and determined, caught between pain and desire. Her body was wet with sweat. I felt her pussy throbbing against my cock.

For a moment, I could only stare, stunned. My instinct, my pride, demanded I push her off. Who dared touch the Alpha King in such a way? Who dared use my body while I lay helpless?

But then… I felt it.

The sincerity in her movements. The way she clung to me, not out of lust alone, but out of something deeper, need, despair, hope. Every shift of her hips screamed of someone who believed this act was her only salvation.

She wasn’t just talking. She was giving.

And gods help me… my body responded. My chest rose with hers, my hips shifted in rhythm. The fog of unconsciousness loosened its hold as heat surged through me. Primal instinct awoke, the beast inside me recognizing her, answering her, driving me to move in sync with her.

Her gasp when I moved back nearly undid me. Her eyes flew open, wide and disbelieving, before another moan slipped from her throat. She thought she was imagining it. She thought I was still lost.

But I wasn’t. Not anymore.

I let her continue, watching her, memorizing the curve of her neck as she arched, the way tears and sweat mingled on her cheeks. She was so raw, so vulnerable, and yet she hadn’t stopped. Even when shame must have eaten her alive, she hadn’t stopped.

Against every command of reason, I found myself moving with her, my muscles responding to her desperation. For the first time since the accident, I felt alive, truly alive, and it was because of her.

Her breathing grew ragged, her body trembling with exhaustion. She collapsed against my chest, still clinging, still whispering my name as though afraid the sound alone would anchor me to life.

I closed my eyes again, not ready to reveal myself, not yet. But my hand twitched, ever so slightly, aching to touch her, to claim the mate who had risked everything to rouse the Alpha King.