Naomi came again, and her legs shook, about to give out but remained up so he could continue to fuck her there. This pleasure though felt…oddly familiar.
Naomi closed her eyes seeing flashes of memories pour over her mind. She was 18 again, and the sight of a younger Kazimir. He was the son of a vampire king, soon about to take the throne. But he had found Naomi one day picking flowers in a field. Although she appeared human, he could scent faint traces of werewolf on her.
Naomi couldn’t help but slowly fall in love with the vampire prince, but politely refused to go back to his palace, saying that his father would probably kill her just because of what she was. Kazimir didn’t care though, for he too was falling for her- he had even refused a harem just to have her by his side only. He invited her to the masquerade ball and Naomi had agreed..
That night he had danced with her, and soon she had ended up in his chambers, moaning out as he drank from her and took her virginity. It was only then after their night of pleasure that they were founded out by his father- she remembered pain after that, and a blur of memories being concealed, a voice yelling to heal her and send the mutt back to her pack- for no werewolf would be with his son.
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Naomi gasped as she opened her eyes, but Kazimir would just assume it was her pleasured voice from what he was doing to her in this moment.