Damien felt nauseous about what he saw in front of him and he vaguely thought of the fact that coming to that place was nothing but a great mistake. They were everywhere. Lot of them that Damien had a hilarious image of them having to roll over each other to have any space. He had no idea that he chuckled how loud until some of them left what they were doing and looked towards his direction.“Oooooh, good. A new game” one of them said and a few of them snickered while one of them made a catcall towards Damien that elicited a new round of soft laughter from some of them, while some didn’t bother to lift their head from what they were doing.“Hold on, baby. Let me fix this naughty baby first and Daddy would come to give you a good time” another said before he turned back to his partner that who was kneeling in front. Sucking sounds and groans soon ensued. As if taking that as a cue, the other turned back to what they were doing and the tempo of squishy, sucking, spanking and groaning so

Filled with adrenaline and a buzzing high from feeding. Damien was looking forward to a long, lethargic sleep. He smiled to himself as he climbed the staircase that led to this suite. He could remember how angsty he had felt after the first time that he fed. Yes, he was still very much aware of the people walking, working and ignorantly going about their business from every angle of the palace. Yes, his head was filled with the loud heartbeat of every human within reach, especially the fast-pumping heart and gurgling blood of those that were very busy at that moment as they tried to meet up with a deadline or the other.Of course, his blood quickened at the urge to take more. At the thought that he could take as much as he wanted without consequences, he salivated but it was unlike the first time. The three days away had been one of the self-imposed tutorials on discipline and all he could do to avoid being caught by his cravings the way he had been caught the other day. Now, he could

“Come out”Damien turned away from the tiny, barricaded window at that command. Another Garda police were opening the door. He gestured at Damien to follow him. And Damien followed. He mused at the fact that he was just one step away from doing what could have shocked the Garda before they came for him. He wondered what was the problem this time around when the Garda didn’t just take him outside this time; instead, he directed him to enter a van that was waiting outside already. Another Garda was at the wheel.Damien entered the van and the driver started the ignition.What now? Damien thought. He didn’t have to think much though because they were soon at the palace. The Garda police only escorted him to the entrance and watched him go in before they left.Damien was confounded by what was going on and he wondered why they would just let him go like that. Is the king no longer angry? Did the princess speak on his behalf? Was she still around at all? She had promised to leave after al

“You know what? Screw this. He could decide on this when he gets back. I am not getting late for anything” With that, Isabella gestured to Damien that he should get into her car. Damien gladly entered and he turned to look at her as she entered the car and gunned the engine. “You could have left me,” he said quietly. Isabella only laughed lightly, a sound he had not heard from her in weeks. It was a welcome sight to Damien but at the moment, he didn’t appreciate the fact that it was at his expense. Especially when she said “Oh, I am not doing it for you. I just felt that you might run away on the way to school if left by yourself” “I wasn’t…” “Oh, you mean that look on your face back there was all “Oh, I am enjoying this. Let’s have more of it?” she said with a laughter that grated on Damien’s nerves. He only grunted and turned away from her. “Loosen up, brother,” Isabella said as she stopped laughing. “It is not as bad as you are taking it. I am sure that you will soon get used

A few months later! “Congratulations Laura! I am so proud of you, my darling girl” Laura was jolted out of her reverie as she got enveloped in her great-aunt’s jasmine-doused blossom. “Uhh, Aunt Harry, thank you,” she said when she managed to raise her head while holding on to her graduation gown to prevent it from falling off. She wrinkled her nose up at her aunt, which made the latter laugh the way Laura had expected, and she looked around. “Where is Dad?” she asked. “Oh, he is packing that big monster he called a car. I will never understand why men think that cars have to be big before they could be respectable. I swear I feel as if a giant monster swallows me whenever I enter that car of his. ” Laura laughed. She could imagine the feeling. Her petite aunt does look small in the Skoda Kodiaq that her father was fond of using. Since any car that had more than two seats was termed big in her aunt’s book, Laura’s dad had stopped paying his aunt any heed whenever she protested a