Chapter 5 Prince of Bed

Warning: This chapter contains graphic sexual content and violence and is not suitable for all minor readers. Read at your own risk.

Dimitri Laxano, vampire prince and son of King Hades, groaned with pleasure, "Oh, god, baby, faster! I'm almost there," as the woman expertly manipulated him. Unlike his father, Dimitri was a creature of unrestrained appetites, a predator who reveled in the power he held over his victims. His god-like beauty – sharp cheekbones, eyes like molten gold, a body sculpted by centuries of decadent living – was a mask, concealing a brutal heart and a soul consumed by insatiable lust.

The woman, her face flushed with a mixture of pleasure and fear, whispered, "Oh, Dimitri, I love you," her words lost in the throes of passion. She was completely unaware of the fate awaiting her, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Dimitri, however, knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn't merely sex; it was a ritual, a prelude to a far more sinister act.

He was a psychopath, a charming monster who preyed on the vulnerable, using his allure to lure them into a false sense of security before unleashing his true nature. This woman, like so many before her, was merely a vessel, a means to an end.

He hissed, "Oh, sh*t! I can't take it anymore," his voice raw with barely controlled desire. He'd met her only hours ago at a dimly lit bar, her vulnerability instantly apparent. He'd chosen her for her naivete, her eagerness to please, her complete unawareness of the darkness that lurked beneath his surface.

"Ugh... faster, harder," she begged, her voice strained with pleasure.

"As you wish, my little plaything," Dimitri hissed, his voice a low growl. He entered her with a brutal efficiency that belied his languid grace. He didn't care about her pain, her discomfort, or her fear. This was his ritual, a dance of dominance and submission, where his pleasure was paramount and her life was expendable. The act was a prelude to the true violence to come; the woman's fluids and blood were the fuel that powered his strength, his immortality.

He moved within her with a savage intensity, his movements precise and unrelenting. He savored her response, the mixture of pleasure and pain a testament to his power over her. He pushed her to the very edge of endurance, relishing her gasps and moans, her desperate pleas for more. He felt his strength surge with each thrust, the woman's essence fueling his own.

He then moved to her back, his touch rough and demanding. Her surprise was fleeting, quickly replaced by a desperate need to please him. Her compliance, her willingness to submit to his every whim, was a twisted form of adoration. Her pleasure, however, was a mere by-product of his own gratification.

"Oh my god... that's it... good, this is wild," she moaned, her voice a mixture of ecstasy and terror.

Dimitri smirked, his hand moving from her navel to her breasts, kneading them roughly, his touch leaving bruises that would bloom later. "And maybe your last," he whispered, his voice a cold caress against her ear.

Suddenly, his father's voice intruded into his mind, a sharp, unwelcome interruption. "Dimitri! What in the hells are you doing? We've been waiting for you for two hours!"

Dimitri mentally retorted, "Shit! Not now, Father, I'm in the middle of something." He ignored his father's summons, his focus entirely on the woman beneath him. He was close to climax, and he wouldn't be deterred.

He focused on the woman's back, entering her without a word, his movements relentless.

"Ouch! Please be gentle, it hurts!" she cried out, her voice laced with pain. This was her first time, and his brutality was far beyond anything she could have imagined. She felt the blood welling, a stark contrast to the pleasure she had experienced moments before.

"Darling, that's not pain, it's pleasure. And I hate being gentle," he snarled, biting his lip. He pumped with relentless energy, his vampire physiology granting him inexhaustible stamina. He could go on for hours, days even, his body fueled by the woman's life force. He came inside her, filling her with his seed, a final act of violation.

"What the hell? You came inside me?" she gasped, shocked and horrified.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction. "Yes, and I'm not done."

He withdrew, his movements swift and efficient, and moved back to her frint, resuming his brutal rhythm. She was exhausted, her body trembling, but she couldn't protest. He was a beast, a terrifyingly powerful beast, and she was his prey. He came again, his release a final, brutal punctuation mark to his dominance.

"Are we done now?" she asked, her voice weak and trembling, her innocence a stark contrast to the depravity she had just experienced.

He grinned, his eyes cold and predatory. "Yes, darling, and maybe this is your last." He leaned over her, his fangs gleaming in the dim light. He bit her neck, his teeth sinking into her flesh, draining her lifeblood with savage efficiency. He watched her life dying, her body growing pale and lifeless. Even in death, she wasn't beyond his desires.

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"It's good that you still have thinking about attending our meeting." King hades was furious with his son, they waited for him for almost two hours.

Dimitri smirked, wiping blood from his lips. "Sorry, Father, I was busy having some fun. You know, fueling up."

"Majesty, we need you. We're on the verge of war," the Head Councilor's voice cut through the mental link.

Dimitri frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The Lutos tribe is preparing to proclaim their next Luna," Hades explained.

Dimitri chuckled. "So? Is she pretty? Can I have sex with her?" His father's glare was palpable even through the mental connection. "Fine, fine, I'm listening."

"The Lutos pack found Carmella's daughter with Apollo. She's the heir, the girl of prophecy," a council member stated.

"Son, please cooperate," Hades pleaded, his voice laced with a desperation Dimitri rarely heard.

"And what's my role in this?" Dimitri asked, his interest piqued.

"Find that Luna and make her fall in love with you," Hades said, his words blunt and to the point.

Dimitri smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Easy, Dad. No one can resist my charm. I'm the son of a goddess and a vampire king. I have the looks, the power, and the ruthlessness to get what I want."

"You also have my blood, son," Hades reminded him, his voice a low rumble.

"Fine," Dimitri agreed, his voice smooth and devoid of emotion. "Make her fall in love, then kill her and her pack? I'm in."

Hades' eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "If you succeed, you'll have your reward. Plenty of women to satisfy your needs."

Dimitri's eyes lit up. "Deal, Dad. Just make sure it's enough." The thought of countless women, all at his disposal, sent a thrill of anticipation through him. The hunt for the Luna would be exciting, but the reward would be even more so. He would have his fun, and the Lutos pack would pay the ultimate price.