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Dohmenic

The answer you seek... shall be yours in the Moonlight.

The Dralan felt his whole body spin and his heart dissolve in his chest as he watched his Mihrisa strip for the moon. He stared breathlessly at her.

Bare as the day she was born... bare and as fulsome as The Blithesome Miss had created her, the Moon shone an incandescent light over the female's pale, primed body and highlighted her like a beam of light in the dark of times to him.

- The answer had been in his arms all along.

The Dralan lifted a hand to his heart and watched in awe as his Mihrisa stood under the moonlight, showing a gentle shyness, but a passion within her, burning through her pores. As she lifted her eyes and met his, it was like a knife to his heart, a jab that woke him up.

She had always meant to be his.

His Sahl Amorsa.

He had pondered it before, had believed her to be his, but now he saw that it was never his own belief that had chosen her. Right in this moment, The Blithesome Miss revealed to him that this female... this beautiful, empowered and primed female was his to cherish. And she always had been.

"Sahl Amorsa," He whispered. He watched his Mihrisa look at him with a slight frown, the Olden Words no doubt confusing to her.

But they were true; She was his chosen Sahl Amorsa, the one The Blithesome Miss had created for him and sent right into his room that day, many moons ago. She had saved him then and she would save him forever more.

Rising from the bed, the Dralan slowly walked up to his timid female and watched her peak up at him through her lashes. He had never known beauty like hers. Beauty was unmeasurable by any criteria, but in his eyes she was the definition of it. She held all things that he desired before he knew what they were and she gave them to him in the simplest form of just breathing.

Her aliveness ached his heart and completed his soul. How he had not let himself realize this sooner, he didn't know. Maybe he had feared the day he would have to let her go and had blocked those forbidden thoughts from his mind.

But now there was no letting her go.

Kneeling down in front of his Mihrisa, he let out a broken sound and wrapped his arms around her. He heard her gasp of shock when she witnessed her Dralan kneel before her in the way a male never did unless he had fallen in battle. The Dralan closed his eyes and started whispering an ancient prayer to The Blithesome Miss against her skin, a prayer of thankfulness and gratitude for bringing her to him; his female, his Sahl Amorsa, his Dralaq. Tonight, he would celebrate not his own birth, but hers.

"Amorsa tua, mey Sahl Amorsa Leyla," He pressed his lips tenderly to her pure body and saw the goosebumps spread in response to his touch. "Amorsa tua, my darling Leyla."

"D-Dohmenic..."

He rose to his feet when his Amorsa started shaking in his arms, smelling the scent that was exuding from his very soul. It was a scent only known to the destined mates, a scent more hypnotic and blissful than any other known to vampires - and it was only her who could smell it.

"Dohmenic," Her hands tightened around his arms and tears welled up in her beautiful amber eyes, sliding down her cheeks without fear. He could feel every emotion going through her body, could feel her body calling out to be held by his.

He curled his arms around her and cupped her face lightly. Pressed his mouth against her sobbing one. She somehow knew what had happened here tonight, even though she didn't understand it, she could feel his emotions as much as he could hers. She cried softly as he lifted her off the ground and carried her safely to his bed—their bed. Nothing in his world would ever just be his anymore. This kingdom, this palace, this bed, his heart and his soul... they were all hers from the moment they first locked eyes.

The Blithesome Miss had known all along, and he had been too blinded to see. He had not listened when She had spoken through her, but now he saw everything so clearly and could hear nothing but his Amorsa's heart beating in tact with his own. He wondered how long it had done that.

"My sweet, beautiful Leyla," He whispered against her lips, his voice in crackling awe like a dying fire against timber. She opened her wet eyes as he sat her down on the bed and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "You were meant to be mine. The Blithesome Miss showed me my true path tonight. All along I thought you were a distraction in my path to greatness as Dralan, a distraction I had to overcome... but now I see she put you in my path not to block my way, but to show it. You are my path, Leyla. You better me. You are my Sahl Amorsa."

His little female looked at him with her almond-shaped eyes. The moonlight still vaguely kissed her lips, highlighting them as she carefully licked them and looked at him with confusion, yet pure love.

"Dohmenic, I..." She swallowed when a lump threatened to disrupt her words. "Dohmenic, I have never felt this inside me before... this feeling in my chest right now..." As if to emphasize her point, she squeezed her eyes shut and laid a tightened hand over her heart. "Every time I look at you, I feel... I feel..." She opened her gateways again and looked at him with her soul. "I feel a sensation inside my heart that's indescribable. I've denied myself to feel it for months because you... I knew you would have to..."

The Dralan closed his eyes as well and laid his forehead against hers. She had felt the exact same as him; They had denied themselves to feel these things, had denied all of it and clung to the reality that was that her blood would never be able to sustain his heirs. Her lack of nobility and his responsibility to the throne and his people would never allow their union, and for that, they had known they would both have to say goodbye one day.

But a force larger than life were pulling them undeniably together now, and nothing, not even the heavens and the seas or the terrors that plagued the battered ground, could stop them from colliding.

"There's a strength within you," The Dralan softly spoke after listening to his Amorsa silence her quiet tears. "A strength that flames up when you face your battles, one that proceeds to burn everyone who dares step up to you. I once considered that flame defiance, but now I see it was a fire made to match mine," He cupped her face in both his hands and met her eyes with steel in his own. "You were made to be my strength, Leyla. I want to see that strength get passed on to my youngs. I want to see the same flame I see in your eyes in theirs," He suddenly growled and felt the flames inside himself burst out as his Amorsa's eyes strengthened with his words.

"My youngs will carry my blood and your strength, and they will be fiercest to roam this land, so that when the time comes - when they must face their own battles - their enemies will burn like ashes to the ground and bleed until nary a drop of their tainted blood remains in their broken bodies," He clenched his jaw tightly and leaned in to her lips when her breath vanished and the air dissipated around them. "Only you can give me this, Leyla. I could search the kingdom far and wide for a Dralaq that could try and match that, but I will never find a female with your strength and with your same fire."

His Amorsa was hyperventilating when he finished. Her heart was pounding, but the flame in her soul burned harder and stronger than ever with every word he had spoken. She gripped on to his neck and pressed her lips tightly together, no more tears in her eyes.

"Amorsa tua, Dohmenic," She whispered back strongly, pulling him in. "Please... please..."

His own body vibrated with need and he knew what she wanted. Her blood was rushing through her veins, calling for him, and as he pushed her down on the bed and climbed in over her, he realized...

The first time she had ever laid on these sheets, his first thought had been that she belonged there.

How right he had been.

"Dohmenic..." She writhed beneath him and curled her arms around his neck, pulling at his hair as he lowered. The robe she had made him pooled around them and blanketed them on the bed; a sea of red moonlight streaming through the thin material. The Dralan felt his fangs elongate in his mouth, throbbing with need as she exposed her vein to him. "Feed from me."

With a rumbling roar, he struck her throat and bit through her delicate skin with his large fangs. She cried out beneath him, but arched up, trying to pull him further down as he took his first gulp.

In heaving mouthfuls, he lusciously drank her blood and listened to her moan beneath him, struck by the same fever that was raging through him. His fangs worked in her neck and his whole body emanated with vitality, frenzied by tasting her blood for the first time in six days, the blood of his female, his Mihrisa, his Amorsa.

Her blood had never tasted sweeter and stronger on his tongue than in this moment.

All of the candles in the room came alive and the furniture started shaking as the Dralan with a groan drank his Sahl Amorsa's blood. She was breathing raggedly beneath him, whimpering with elated need and used her nails to rip at his tunic till it came undone down the middle. Her hands roved up his chest as he with his final gulps swallowed her blood and felt her power course through him. The second he detached himself from her neck, his head rolled back and he gave a roar that could've been heard across the kingdom.

Their Dralan was strong, and his Amorsa's blood was stronger.

"Dohmenic," Leyla curled fingers through his hair as the rush of the blood coursed through him and rendered his body humming with awareness and sensitivity. "Dohmenic..."

"My Leyla," A possessive growl tore from his throat as he leaned down and grasped the back of her head, meeting her eyes with his electrifying blue irises; they had never shone brighter than in this moment. "Tonight... I'm going to have you."

She let out a cry when he descended upon her chest and caught one pert nipple in his mouth and sucked on it like he had just sucked on her vein; the last time he had ever tasted the sweet juices of her veins. In a few minutes, he would be nourishing solely on her love.

"Ah!" His female bowed up when his hand sought down and found the wet mounds of her womanhood. She was dripping wet and warmer than the fire burning in her heart. With a hollow moan, the Dralan parted her lower lips with his fingers and slid two digits inside her. "Ah, Dohmenic!"

He didn't know what The Blithesome Miss's plans were, but like all of Her children, he had to put his faith in her. She had created Leyla to make him a better male, and tonight she had shown him she was meant to make him a better Dralan as well. He realized his trial to become a true Dralan hadn't been when he proved his worth on the battlefield or how well he ruled. What defined him was how the closest person to his heart made him feel and how he chose to share that energy to the kingdom around him.

Fighting hadn't made him a Dralan. She had.

And now... he was going to make her his female forever more.

Leyla

Nothing and everything made sense in this moment.

As the Dralan's fingers slid inside her and pumped in and out of her with fervid movements, everything inside Leyla called out to him with desperate need.

Tonight, something had happened. She couldn't be certain, but by the look in the Dralan's eyes she would never find any more certainty than him. Tonight... he was finally making her his.

Leyla cried softly and arched her hips as he dipped a third finger inside her, stretching her aching core. Her lithe body writhed beneath his and her hands clawed at his shoulder blades, ripping at his tunic.

If they did this tonight... if he claimed her virginity and her purity, everything would change. He would no longer be able to feed from her, as she was not his Dralaq. Bedding her only meant he was claiming her body. To feed from her and her from him, they had to perform the ancient ceremonial bonding ritual in front of the honored members of the Dralan's court and council. He had to claim her his publicly and vow to be her Dralan for all eternity, or as long as they both should live. And her, him.

If they did this now, he could never do that. Her blood had to be pure upon the feeding at the ceremony or else he would be forfeiting his rights as Dralan. A Dralan could only feed from purity to remain pure, and what he claimed would henceforth remain pure as his blood would purify hers.

He drank. She drank. They mated. The bond was completed.

"Dohmenic," Leyla parted her lips and whimpered as the pleasure inside her toiled around in endless amounts. "D-Dohmenic, w-wait!"

"What is it, dahna?" His movements paused and his eyes found hers. He looked at her with concern, yet hooded desire. His electric blue eyes momentarily took her breath and thoughts away.

"I... we c-can't do this," She stammered, squeezing her legs together when his fingers still lodged inside her twitched at the words. She gave a weak moan. "Your kingdom... if we do t-this, who shall you feed from? Your strength will fade and the kingdom will die." He would die. And the kingdom would be left for Phlague to conquer.

The Dralan released a gentle exhale and his eyes softened. "Dahna... mey amorsa tua. There are things beyond me in this moment I do not understand. The Blithesome Miss knew all along you were mine, but waited until this night to show me the light. You have been with me for months," His thumb rubbed across her cheek when a single tear fell. "I cannot begin to fathom why she chose tonight, but I am grateful that she did. I am claiming you tonight, even if all kingdom come."

Leyla's breath left her lungs. "Dohmenic..." The repercussions... all because of a sign from The Blithesome Miss... he would risk it all for this night? For them?

"This could be another trial to test my strength. Something I must survive to show my love to my kingdom. To you," The Dralan lowered his lips to hers. "Either way, I have no kingdom without you, Leyla. You are my future, and tonight, I am claiming you."

Leyla cried as his mouth covered hers. Her hands tangled in his hair, just as his hand started moving again, sliding in and out between her legs and faring up and down her body.

She couldn't grasp the situation, but some part of her felt the truth of it. Tonight wasn't about lust. It wasn't about wild grinding and wanton need, it wasn't about sex.

It was about changing history and their lives, fusing the two of them together as one. From this night on, whatever challenges met them, they would face them together.

Tonight... tonight everything came together through destruction.

Leyla arched her hips again when the pleasure inside her spiraled out of control. She welcomed the Dralan's touch and surrendered to the higher authority that had fated this moment. She met his passionate lips thrust for thrust and curled her arms around his body, lifting his tunic and ripping open the front of his breeches.

The Dralan pulled back for only a moment to kick off his boots and discard his pants. Leyla sat up and helped him unhook the cape she had made him, letting it fall to the ground in a heap of red.

Laying back down on the pillows again, Leyla's body blossomed at the sight of him.

In all his naked glory, the Dralan knelt before her, crawling in over her body to fuse his own with hers. Leyla opened up and arched her body up, shivering as his skin met hers. Both of them let out a purr of pleasure, but then the Dralan slipped an arm under her body and claimed her lips, fiercely.

Leyla moaned and instantly jerked as heat boiled inside her. Her body was primed and the Dralan growled against her lips, his body responding to hers. She felt the heavy warmth of his flesh resting against her stomach. Writhing, her hands sought down the broad planes of his torso and curled around his girth. The Dralan hissed and his fangs extended against her lips, curling in pleasure as she stroked him. "Dahna."

He was so big and heavy in her hand. Leyla felt as slick wetness pebbled from the tip and rubbed against her belly. As if knowing where it wanted to be.

There was still a chance she could get pregnant. Her bleedings had only just ended, but there could still be residual blood left for impregnation.

It was a slim chance. Very slim. But the Dralan was a fierce male and his body was pure and alive with vitality. His blood and semen was strong - if anyone could do it, it was him. And from the look in his eyes as he pulled back and met her gaze, he had every intention to.

Taking her hand, he removed it from his member. Threading his fingers through hers, his other hand slid down and grasped her thigh. Leyla gasped as he moved himself and slid the thick length of his shaft down to her pubic bone.

"Leyla," He whispered her name like a prayer against her mouth. "Will you let me make you mine?"

Leyla's throat closed up with emotions. She nodded gently and forced her voice to work. "Yes." Her dream... oh, her dream was finally coming true.

The Dralan rumbled and then possessively kissed her lips a single time before moving again, lining his member up with her awaiting, primed core.

And then, the last time, the Dralan inhaled the scent of her pure vein in her neck with a rumble before pressing forward and sliding inside her and taking it from her.

Leyla cried out and clawed her fingers down his back, her nails breaking through his skin.

As the Dralan slid his length deep inside her, Leyla felt the massive intrusion split her apart and stretch her. The pain tore inside her, and with a scream, she released it. "Dohmenic!"

"I'm sorry," He whispered, the words of an apology coming from the King momentarily causing Leyla to gasp. Then, his hips withdrew before thrusting forward again. Leyla screamed and felt him slip further in.

Sweat slicked down her skin and her breath left her lungs in heavy, quick pants. He was huge and too thick. Still, her body stretched to accommodate him, and as the Dralan brushed his lips against hers and claimed her mouth while claiming her purity, the pain dissolved and her body eased. A few seconds later, it was as if the pain had never been there.

Leyla moaned and relaxed as the Dralan's hips started rolling against hers. His lips were hungry against hers and the growls that ripped from his chest were desperate. For months, he had waited to claim her, his primal instinct fighting with his honor as the Dralan. Now, locked together as one, imbedded deep inside her, he was finally where he wanted to be; home, inside her womb and small body.

"Dahna," He groaned against her mouth as her legs locked around his hips and followed the rhythmic thrusts of his cock. "Leyla."

Leyla moaned and threw her head back as the pleasure soared inside her. Her body moved against his, arched up and met each of his deep thrusts that had her cries intensifying. When his hips started to speed up, fueled by need, she let out a desperate cry and screamed into the high ceilings. "Dohmenic!"

"Dahna," He growled and gripped tightly on to her legs. He curled them up and angled them to deepen his merciless thrusts. "Will you carry my youngs, dahna? Will you protect them?"

"Yes!" Leyla cried out and felt as her whole body started to unravel. "Yes, Dohmenic... please..." She would carry them. She would protect them. She would nurture them in her womb and birth them safely into this world. There was nothing she wanted more in this life and she would love them every bit as much as she loved their father. She wanted to be whole with him. Only him.

The Dralan scraped his fangs against her vein as his hips quickened. The whole bed started shaking and Leyla had to cling to his body not to slide up on the sheets under his fervor. His thrusts were powered and determined, his cock surging inside her with more than need.

"Amorsa tua, Leyla," He whispered against her lips, then growled and hissed as her body bowed up under his. "Take my seeds."

- Leyla came undone like she had never come undone before.

Stiffening, her whole body seemed to have lost all usage and purpose as she writhed helplessly in waves of pure ecstasy. She screamed out and sobbed his name, begged her Dralan's name and clung to his body as he with a roar exploded inside her.

Thick streams of warmth filled her. Leyla completely froze up and parted her lips as the Dralan curled above her and thrust his hips against hers.

He filled her up with his semen, jerked inside her until Leyla could feel him begin to drip out of her. He groaned against her neck, whispered her name as shivers went through his body while he continued to empty himself till she was full.

And full, she felt.

Leyla's body collapsed beneath his. She could feel his seeds in her belly, warming her up and burning her insides along with his warm length that still remained inside her. Spent, she tried catching her breath, feeling the Dralan breathe heavily against her neck as well. None of them moved for minutes.

The room was filled with a heavy scent, a scent Leyla closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. It was thick and sweet, like sugar and alcohol fused together, combining in savory, heady scent. She heard the Dralan hum as he smelled it too, the scent of her purity being claimed and mixed with his strong essence.

"My Leyla," The Dralan slowly pulled out of her, his length still stiff and spotted in dark red remnants and their combined juices. Leyla shuttered at the feeling of him leaving her and instantly tightened her legs around him.

"Don't stop," She whispered, drawing his lips down to her, threading her fingers through his tousled black hair. "Please, my Dralan... don't stop."

His body exploded with pride and possessiveness, the scent mixing in with the already heady scent of their mating. So many scents, it created a cacophony. Leyla felt drunk on all of them.

The Dralan growled lowly and then descended upon her lips again, just as he gripped her wrists and pinned them to the mattress. For only the second time that night, he sunk back inside her and completed them both, letting not even the air separate them as they continued celebrating the bond they shared in the most carnal of ways.

Finally, they were one.

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And FINALLY, she updated.

Hi guys. Guess who? Depression-stan!

Yeah, guess who went and got herself a depression. It's been going on for two months now and I disconnected to deal with it. Sorry for the wait guys, but mental health comes first! 💗

Aaaaaanyway, I hoped you liked the chapter and it lived up to your expectations. I felt like there were 49 chapters of pressure to this moment, so uhm, please don't hate me if it's bad, ya anxiety-stressed-depressed girl did her best. (I'm only guilting you a little to like it, sue me😂)

I love you all, and thank you so much for getting Dralan to 2mil!💗 And for getting nominated for the Fiction Awards and for all of those who voted while it was open! It means the world to me even if I don't win. I just love you guys above and beyond. 💗💗💗

Yours truly,
Karin xoxo 💗