Once Betrayed Never Forgotten

Chapter 64: Flying Solo

Hours later, I’m lying in my massive four poster bed, staring up at the ceiling. The pain of severing my mate bond with Luka is still raw, and I feel a bit like I’m missing a limb. I tested earlier to see if I could still speak to him without words, directly mind to mind, and of course I can’t do it anymore. There was just utter, cold silence, our connection cleanly and irretrievably broken.

Dammit! Did I make the right decision? I still feel like I’m too young to be tied down, and it wouldn’t be right for me to bind myself to Luka until I see a bit more of the world, experience more of what life has to offer and find out who I really am, what I really want.

My sexual chemistry with Luka is mind–blowing and off the charts, but then again, it’s just as strong (if not, even stronger) with Aleksandr… and Aleksandr’s a total prick and obviously a terrible match for me, so sexual chemistry clearly means jack shit.

The thought of how delicious Luka’s cum was earlier, how badly I wanted him to f*ck me with his colossal cock, a chance I will never get again….it leaves me with a serious case of blue balls. Or whatever the girl version of it is, anyway:

red up as part

So after a while I snake my hand beneath the covers, slipping my fingers into the soft lacey white chaste panties that Seraphina has conjured up as of my outfit earlier.

It turns out I didn’t even need the full modern outfit that Seraphina has created- not yet, at least. Immediately after I had recovered enough from the agonising pain of breaking the mate bond with Luka, I had wanted to find Mom and Konstantin, to tell them about my decision to leave the Castle of Endless Night and go back to California. I wanted to say goodbye to my mom properly, with nothing left unsaid. I needed closure, and hopefully I’d be leaving the door open for us to see eachother again in the near future. After all, the Vasiliev family are very active in the outside world (well, all of them except Seraphina, it would seem and there would be plenty of opportunities to see her in the future. This wasn’t goodbye, but rather, more like a

“see you later, let’s catch up soon” sort of thing. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

But Seraphina told me then that Mom had gone with Konstantin, Anya and that jerk Aleksandr to show face at some important business event, a conference hosted by one of the Vasiliev family’s many international corporations, and they would only be expected back in a few hours.

So now I’m lying in bed in nothing but my white lace panties, passing the time by reliving the thrill of milking the hot spunk out of Luka’s enormous cock

I’m still so turned on and I know that I won’t find real relief until I get an actual cock inside of me, but for now my fingers will do the trick. I can wait a few weeks until I ship off to college, where there will be plenty of hot and horny boys ready and willing to take my virginity. My eyes have been opened. and there’s so much for me to explore…

But still, the chances of me finding anyone with a cock even half as big as Luka’s eleven inch monster are slim to none. To think – I had it all, at my fingertips, and I chose to throw it away,

I’m such a f*cking idiot.

A horny f*cking idiot.

I begin by gently brushing my fingers across my nipples, which are painfully erect and as hard as diamonds, as I remember how Luka f*cked my throat raw just hours ago. I keep stroking my nipples with one hand, and with the other 1 trail my finger downwards over my stomach and my pubic area, touching and teasing my already dripping wet pussy for just a second before stroking my inner thighs, picturing Luka’s piercing silver gaze as I do it.

My panties are already soaked through, and I squirm with pleasure as I push the soft wet material aside, imagining Luka’s fingers in place of my own.

I push one finger further, feeling how deliciously hot and wet and ready my pussy is, exploring the slick pink folds, silently cursing myself for rejecting Luka and his behemoth eleven inch f*cking dick. If I hadn’t severed the bond, he could be in my bed with me right now, this could be his hand touching me like this…

I moan quietly and let my head roll back as I begin to finger myself, sliding one finger over my hard, wet, swollen little clit. I finger myself faster and faster, moaning as I get wetter and wetter. I’m close now, but I want to slow things down, to really take the time to savour the delicious sensations as 1 touch myself with Luka’s cum still in my stomach, the feel of his cock sliding down my throat still fresh in my mind.

I lick my lips at the thought of it, still able to taste the faint lingering flavour of his salty cum. I’ve made myself so wet and creamy, and I clench my legs together, knowing that when I climax, it will be the most powerful orgasm of my life. My clit is becoming harder as I stroke across it, the pleasure is so intense, but there’s something missing…

I pinch my clit slightly, tweaking the sensitive flesh and causing a surge of pleasurable pain to rock my body. The hand that was playing with my nipples now finds its way up to the raw, aching bite mark the Aleksandr had left on my neck, the puncture wounds where his teeth ripped into my skin inflamed and tender. I trace my finger along the aching flesh, crying out in pleasure at the memory of how he bit me, sucked my blood until I came.

Chapter 64: Flying Solo

I shouldn’t want Aleksandr, but I guess stupid, self–sabotaging part of me still does. Deep down, here’s some secret sadomasochistic part of me that likes to be hurt, and abused, and controlled- and that’s something that only Aleksandr can do for me.

I remove the finger that’s circling my clit to taste the creamy love honey now coating it, savouring the salty flavour as I taste myself, sucking on my finger before moving it back down to my hot wet cunt. Breathing heavily and moaning, I arch my back with every stroke of my fingers, the pace getting faster and faster, almost there…

I spread my legs wider, imagining Aleksandr in my bed now instead of Luka… Aleksandr’s piercing glacial blue stare, the dark hair falling over his eyes as he devours my pussy, licking the folds of my cunt with his long tongue, poking it inside, tasting me, bringing me to orgasm…

“Aleksandr!” I cry out his name as I bring myself to climax, my body quaking as bolts of lightning rip through my brain, the most powerful and pleasurable orgasm of my life. For a moment I see sparks of white light like fireworks behind my closed eyelids as wave after wave of intense pleasure surges through me. When I finally open my eyes I see a figure standing next to the bed, watching me, a wicked grin plastered across his cruel and handsome face

“You called?” Aleksandr says.

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