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“That’s kind of dangerous, Love” Vilem said, gritting his molars as he kept himself from pouncing on the shifter. Mika quickly took back his knee, but even with the pressure on his groin taken off, the Vampire was still excited beyond relief.

“Mika, I need to know if I have your consent. I would like to perform the binding ceremony right away, and it will lead to us making love. Are you fine with it?” The King asked, looking at the man under him with soft, but burning eyes. He felt like he was going to explode from containing his desire. However, he would still wait for the shifter’s answer. If he hurt or scared away the man, he would never be able to forgive himself.

“I-I’m fine with it. Please, treat me gently, it’s my first time.” Mika let out the words in a soft voice, his cheeks feeling increasingly hot. He couldn’t believe he had said such embarrassing words, but it needed to be said. It was also his true feelings, he needed to accept them. From the moment he had seen the Vampire, his body had been intensely attracted to the white-haired man, constantly seeking his touch and looking for ways to be dominated. He wouldn’t call the attraction “love” yet, it was more of a physical thing. 

However, even if it was in his nature to want a dominant, Mika knew he had never felt that way with any other men. Growing up as a prince, and trained like one, he had met plenty of bulking and dominant men. He must admit that he had had a few crushes in the past, and had masturbated while thinking of being dominated by some of his guards. Still, it couldn’t compare to what he was feeling right now with Vilem. It was far from it.

Mika felt like he belonged to the man, but in a good way. As if, with him, he would never be rejected, despised or hurt. He could let the man control his body and mind without fearing.

Had he not been abused by his father, his rationality would have been completely taken over and he would surely have climbed on the man and begged the Vampire to take him as a slave. With his painful childhood experience though, he was still cautious.

In the present situation, Mika knew that the right choice was to follow his instinct. Just by asking his consent, he could see that the Vampire truly cared for him. It didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be hurt, in the present or in the future, but he preferred the King to be the one to take his first time.

It was also part of their contract.

“Of course I will be gentle. Also, if you ever feel like you want to stop, even if we are in the middle of doing it, please, feel free to say a specific word. A “no”, while having sex, doesn’t necessarily mean no sometimes, so I want to be sure. Maybe we can go with “dragon”?” Vilem uttered, rumbles after rumbles leaving his chest as he looked at the delicious panther laying defenseless under his strong body. Even if Mika had a strong build and trained, his submissive nature made it so that it was harder for him to build muscles, and as he had trained less those days, his body had started to become more lean. So now, Vilem could easily tower over the shifter, even though the black panther was still more built than normal human males.

“Humm, o-ok. Oh! We need to use condoms, please!” Mika agreed, before he exclaimed, having just remembered that he could get pregnant. He liked children, and he had always wanted to give birth to many babies, be it with a partner or with some semen donations, but he wasn’t mentally nor physically ready yet. 

He still had Episodes that lead him to be unable to leave his bed for days, even if they were fewer, and his body was still malnourished, mainly because he couldn’t eat while the Episodes lasted. He was also afraid that he couldn’t be a good mother, as he didn’t have one growing up and his father was the worst exemple possible as a parent. All in all, he wasn’t ready to get pregnant. He didn’t even know if the Vampire would take it well. Would he be disgusted by his ability to get pregnant? Would he even want to have children? Mika had so many questions, but now wasn’t the time.

“Alright, Love, everything my sweet kitten wants. Now then, thank you for the meal.” Vilem said, before leaning down and softly brushing his nose against Mika’s collarbone. The Vampire found it strange for a request, as neither Vampires nor shifters could catch sexually transmitted infections, but maybe the panther just didn’t want to have a sticky feeling inside himself.

His hands started to roam the soft, but firm olive skin offered before him, fingers slowly helping Mika take off his clothes without breaking contact. Vilem could become addicted to the velvet touch. Sometimes, his fingers would brush a scar, and he would linger there, rubbing circles on the marked skin, as if he wanted to sweep away all the pain the man must have felt while being inflicted such injuries. Most often than not, Vilem would bring his mouth to the scar, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the skin, trying to erase it with his touch. He wanted the shifter to forget his scars, and to only remember the feeling of his lips on his skin.

He could see how the scars bothered the shifter, how he would try to twist his body away when his eyes or his fingers approached the marks. Mika would stabilize his body shortly after, trying to please the dominant by staying put, but he would soon start fidgeting again.

Vilem’ eyes took on a darker shade as Mika's body finally exposed itself in all its naked glory. The shifter was beautiful, there was no doubt about it in Vilem’s mind. Each curve and stretched muscle running along the shifter’s body was screaming for him to sink his fangs into it. The man’s panther spots were dispersed a little everywhere, some in bigger clusters of dots, while other places had nothing or close to no spots. Vilem liked the way Mika had a long trail of spots on his right hips, starting at his mid-thigh with little spots, growing larger at his hips, before becoming a single little trail of spots when nearing his rib cages. It made his hips stand out even more, arousing Vilem’s sexual desire.

The Vampire leaned down once more after admiring the shifter's whole body, dragging his lips on Mika’s soft panther ears. The fluffy things had been teasing him since he had seen them for the first time, each twitch making his heart itchy. He pressed soft pecks on the appendages, liking the way Mika softly moaned, showing just how sensitive his ears were. They curved, coming closer to his head in an effort to hide in between his dark bangs, but Vilem quickly took one of them with his fangs, chewing it slightly as he tugged it up. Mika’s whole body trembled at the weird butterflies that erupted in his stomach, and an even fiercer blush took over his features as he realized he was already hard from only this much stimulation.

Vilem left the man’s poor ears alone after covering them in love, leaving the poor fluffy things shaking with their fur striking up in every corner. Mika watched with lustful and dazed eyes as Vilem slowly took his shirt over his head, making all his abdominal muscles stretch deliciously.

The panther felt precum ooze from his rock hard dick as the Vampire also took off his pants, allowing his monstrous rod to spring free from its restrain.

He clenched his thighs in anticipation, excited to have such a tower penetrating him.

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I already far exceeded the number of words for the chapter, and honestly, I love making you guys all hot and bothered before leaving you hanging to wait for another week, mou hahahahaha XD

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