Chapter 5 Troy Rescue's Diana

Chapter 5

The light went off in the room,I could feel his warm breathe on my neck,he used his tongue to trickle my neck,my body was charged up a bit but I tried resisting,he removed my clothes and my underwear,he knew where to place his hands,he started touching me in my sensitive areas,he then went straight to my pussy,I let out a soft moan,it was then he was convinced that I was enjoying it,I couldn't resist anymore.

I surrendered to his touch,I took his face straight to my pussy so he would suck my juice which made me feel extra ordinary,all of a sudden it was like I gained consciousness,I began to struggling,I tried pushing him away,I was wailing but no one to help,I cried but he kept forcing himself on me,he was trying to penetrate when the door opened,Troy immediately pushed him away and said "get your filthy hands off my wife".

The king, remembering Troy's name, taunted him, "Troy, you'll never leave this place alive! I'll make sure my men have their way with your wife, and you'll be forced to watch them before you meet your end!" Troy, undaunted, charged at the king again. But the king was prepared, wielding a silver blade that glinted in the dim light. With a swift strike, he sliced Troy's left hand, causing him to cry out in agony. Yet, Troy refused to yield, continuing to fight with every ounce of strength he possessed. The battle spilled outside, the two combatants clashing in a flurry of punches and kicks. But the king's men were armed with silver blades, a formidable weapon against vampires. Troy's chances of winning seemed slim, and I feared for his life. Could this be the battle I had envisioned? The one where Troy's fate hung in the balance?"

The battle raged on, hours passing like grains of sand in an hourglass. Troy and his vampires fought valiantly, their strength waning but their spirits unbroken. I watched in horror as the king produced a pistol, its silver bullets glinting in the fading light. He aimed straight for Troy's heart, and I screamed his name, but my voice was lost in the chaos. In desperation, I reached out to Troy with my mind, but before he could respond, the king pulled the trigger. Time seemed to slow as I sprinted towards Troy, my heart racing with fear. But alas, I was too late. One of Troy's vampires, in a selfless act, threw himself in front of the bullet, but its force was too great, and it pierced through, striking Troy's left arm. Troy's scream echoed through the night, and I felt a surge of power course through me. I could sense the emotions of those around me - the agony, the fear, the desperation. And in that moment, I knew I had the power to manipulate the outcome. With a fierce determination, I turned the king's men against each other, their minds clouded by my telepathic command. They fought each other with ferocity, their blades clashing in a deadly dance.

Troy's eyes grew heavy, his strength waning as the battle raged on. The clash of steel, the scent of blood, and the cries of the fallen filled the air. I watched in horror as Troy's body began to succumb to the darkness, his consciousness slipping away like sand between my fingers. Finally, the battle subsided, and we vampires gathered around Troy, our faces etched with worry. We rushed him back to our sanctuary, his body battered and bruised. The physician arrived, his face grave with concern, but his words brought a glimmer of hope. "The bullet has been removed," he said, "and Troy will recover." But I knew better. I could sense Troy's life force ebbing away, his spirit struggling to stay afloat. I reached out with my mind, calling to him, and he responded, his thoughts weak but present. I breathed a sigh of relief, my own strength renewed by our telepathic connection. Troy would live, and for that, I was eternally grateful.

We left Troy in the physician's care, and after hours of treatment, he emerged strong and vital once more. Vampires possess the gift of rapid healing, but the silver blade's dark magic had made this recovery a miracle. That night, I donned a sultry attire, my heart still heavy with the weight of apology for the child. As Troy entered the room, his eyes locked onto mine, and he chided, "Diana, what were you thinking, venturing out into the night in search of me? What if danger had befallen you?" His words were laced with concern, but I drew closer, my lips inches from his. Before he could protest, I claimed his lips with mine, and he resisted, but only for a moment. My hands wandered inside his pants, and his heartbeat quickened, a sign of his vulnerability. I knew in that instant, he was mine, and I could sense the surrender in his eyes, like a whispered promise of forever.

he raised me to the bed,he pecked my neck to my lips,he went straight for my boobs with his tongue to my nipple while his fingers were busy with my clitoris,I couldn't resist this pleasure.

I had to moan for him to know I was enjoying this,he took his tongue to my clitoris and sucked me heavily,I gave out a loud moan and said "Troy, don't stop",Troy continued until he knew I was juicy enough,he wanted to go for penetration but I needed to give him that pleasure too,I told him to wait,told him to lay on the bed,I held his dick,I could feel it pumping,I knew he has missed me a lot,I used my tongue first to lick the tip of his cap,then I started sucking and gagging,he could hear him moan,I knew he was enjoying it,I continued as he kept saying don't stop,now I was ready for penetration,I took his dick by my hand and inserted it to my pussy.

But our intimate moment was shattered by a deafening explosion from outside, like thunder in the dead of night. The sound sent shivers down my spine, and Troy's eyes snapped towards the door as if summoned by an unseen force. A loud knock echoed through the room, urgent and insistent. One of the guards shouted, "We're under attack!" Troy's face hardened, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. He knew we had been ambushed, caught in a trap like prey in a hunter's snare. The night, once filled with promise and passion, had turned treacherous, and we were thrust into the heart of darkness.