Chapter 26 - Losing Control (18+)

The tall guard came forward to hold Rosemary's waist as she was about to fall. SHe could feel his hands trying to stroke into her clothes.

"No.. get… get away from me." Rosemary tried to get out of his embrace.

The words of defiance nearly became an aphrodisiac under the effect of the drug, and the guard's eyes glowed with the color of desire as his hand slowly moved down to probe under Rosemary's dress, hovering her thigh.

"Don't worry, I will be very gentle."

Breathing sound hit Rosemary's ears, panting lightly to feel the man brought her stimulation, at this moment her body did not belong to her, her soul deeply remembered the touches from the cold Alpha.

She was just one of his playthings, how could she expect him to come save her?

As if summoned by the moonbeams, a figure materialized on the distant battlements. Vernon, the Alpha, eyes flashing crimson in the silver light, vaulted down, landing in the chamber with a silent grace that belied his urgency.

His gaze, a storm cloud gathering, landed on Rosemary's pale form. A growl, raw and primal, ripped from his throat as he saw the telltale signs of drugging. And the hideous man's hands on Rosemary's waist.

With a blur of movement, the Alpha intercepted him, his hand a steel vice around the guard's wrist. Vernon, his crimson eyes blazing like furnaces, cradled Rosemary in his arms. Each breath she took raked her lungs as the drugged tea's venom clung to her, but still, a flicker of defiance burned in her emerald eyes. She was weak, yes, but not broken.

"You dare?!" Vernon roared, his voice a torrent of thunder echoing through the gilded cage. The air crackled with raw power, the moon itself flinching before his fury.

Vernon's eyes turned into molten lava, his fangs glinting dangerously. The Alpha, had been awakened, ready to unleash his fury upon whoever dared threaten her.

The guard, his face contorted in a mask of fear, whimpered, his bravado melting like wax in a forge. His arm twisted under Vernon's grip, a bone-crushing pressure that spoke of centuries of honed fury.

"Mercy, Alpha," he croaked, his voice a pathetic rasp. "I beg your forgiveness. My actions were… misguided."

But Vernon's gaze, sharp as moonlight on frost, saw through the guard's facade. "Misguided? Is that what you call violating your oath, preying on the vulnerability of the Institute's guest?"

The guard, sensing the Alpha's unrelenting anger, blurted out, "But… But I'm not just any guard! I serve under the Elven Ambassador. You cannot touch me without-"

He didn't finish. In the blink of an eye, Vernon's grip tightened, a silent promise of annihilation radiating from his crimson eyes. The Ambassador, the guard's flimsy shield, dissolved in the face of the Alpha's primal rage.

"My protection extends to all within the labyrinth's walls," Vernon growled, his voice a low tremor. "But it does not shield those who seek to harm my Omega."

Rosemary, still weak from the drugged tea, watched from the safety of Vernon's arms, her emerald eyes mirroring his resolve. This wasn't just about physical punishment; it was about upholding a higher principle, an unwavering line drawn in the sand.

Suddenly, a cold realization sliced through the guard's panic. "The Ambassador will know!" he shrieked, a desperate attempt to claw back his power. "She will unleash the wrath of the Elven forces upon yo…"

Befor he could finish his sentence, he vanished into a pile of sand. 

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Moonlight, a celestial eavesdropper, painted silver stripes across the opulent chamber as Vernon, his crimson eyes still smoldering with righteous wrath, cradled Rosemary in his arms. The drugged tea clung to her like a serpent's venom, stealing her strength, she was hot all over, her body tingling, and she wanted more.

He navigated the labyrinth's corridors like a wraith, his every step silent and swift. His anger, though receding, had left a residue of protectiveness, a primal urge to shield her from any further harm. The shadows, sensing his mood, held their breath, the whispers subdued to a reverent hush.

Arriving at her chamber, a haven of silk and moonlight, Vernon laid her gently upon the bed. The mattress, yielding to her weight, swallowed her whole, but her emerald eyes met his, a heated conversation woven between breaths.

"Help… help me please." Her fingers trembled slightly as she went for his belt.

At this moment, she was controlled by the flood of desire tormented dazed, a mind to undo his belt, but the more eager she felt, the more disobedient her fingers were.

The Alpha looked into Rosemary's eyes, his palms holding her hands. He forcibly stabilized his mind and straightened up from Rosemary's body.

His heart was beating extremely fast, his body was hot, and Rosemary underneath him was even more mesmerized, her skin flushed with an abnormal flush. Her body was tingling, her mouth was dry, and she couldn't move her hands, so she was bewildered for a few seconds, and then she leaned over and kissed the Alpha on the lips.

The two bodies on the bed were tightly entwined, and Vernon thrust his fingers into Rosemary's hair, his tongue demanding fiercely in her mouth. Rosemary was breathless from his kisses, her face flushed red and moans leaking from her mouth.

Her dress was rolled up around her waist and her panties had been ripped off, revealing a flowery honey hole already brimming with water. Vernon's whole body rolled with heat, and his desire had risen to the point of pain.

Rosemary was then picked up by the Alpha Vampire and sat on top of him with her legs apart. His one hand wrapped around her waist and began to knead her tender breasts, while the other went between her legs. Slipping his hand between her legs, his fingers spread the lips of her pussy to tease the delicate nub.

Under Vernon's skillful flirting, she quickly surrendered, her body paralyzed into a puddle of spring water, leaning into his arms and letting out an unbearable gasp.

Vernon held her by the waist and half picked her up, his hot parting against her hole.

"Don't ..." Although she didn't resist mingling with Vernon, watching such a hideous huge thing entering her body again still made Rosemary couldn't help but feel fear, and struggled against Vernon's shoulder.

Wrapping his arms tightly around this tiny, unsteady body, he opened his mouth to take in the tender nipple that was bobbing around in front of his eyes, his tongue swirling around to entwine and suck, and taking advantage of the young girl's momentary lapse of concentration, he slammed her body downward.

"Ah...!" The sensation of her honey hole being instantly stabbed open made the young girl scream out. All the folds of the inner wall were forced open, and the soft canal was expanded to the extreme, nearly tearing apart.

Rosemary's lips turned white, the pain of her lower body being expanded and propped up by a foreign object was mixed with a hint of the satiating pleasure of her body being filled, causing the screams that followed to take on a bit of a strange sweetness.

The large rod had reached the end of the honeyed channel after only a good portion of its entry, but the intrusion didn't stop there. Vernon let go of her body, allowing her to be penetrated a little by the rod under her weight, her insides on the verge of being squeezed out of shape, and the young girl screamed in pain as she swallowed the torturous, hard mass flush.

Vernon's kisses from the lips all the way down to the chest oozing with fine sweat, he twisted Rosemary's hands behind her back to prevent her from moving around, and after a slight pause, he once again ruthlessly penetrated her body amidst the young girl's screams.

Rosemary's hands were bound, there was nowhere to get strength to avoid the penetration, only to let Vernon move inside her body. Her body was held and pressed downward over and over again, the hot, thick split pounding in mercilessly, rooting into the deepest part of her.

"Don't ... stop it ..." It was as if her internal organs were going to be pushed through, the hard phallus crushing the center of the flower one by one, sending electric pleasure, the pain mixed with sweetness made Rosemary want to die.

She threw her head back, her sweat-soaked naked body tensed into an arc, crying out as she reached her zenith.

Her body shaking violently and uncontrollably, the post-orgasmic teen went limp in Vernon's arms as if she'd died once before, her pussy still contracting with pulsating contractions, sucking on the firm hardness within.

Her lower body was still pinned in place by the thick rod, preventing her from spreading herself the slightest bit. Vernon spun her around in the thrusting position, holding her on the shaft of the rod, and pressed her upper body face down against the edge of the bed.

The grinding of the inner walls elicited another shuddering moan, her body hot and sensitive from her recent orgasm, the soft flesh of her chest pressed against the soft bed, and Rosemary sobbed and begged for forgiveness, feeling like she would actually die if she kept doing this. The Alpha, however, had no intention of letting her go, holding onto the white and tender buttocks and thrusting rapidly.

Each withdrawal was sucked tightly by the honey hole, the inner wall and the rod biting so tightly together that it was almost taken out of the body. 

Rosemary could not even cry anymore, her whole body was swinging along with Vernon's attack, her breasts being squeezed and deformed, her throat letting out unconscious waves of screams.

Vernon aimed at the most sensitive point in her body and pushed his desire all the way in again and again, feeling the young girl screaming and struggling madly underneath her. Eventually, as if broken, her whole body convulsed, her honey hole spasming and twisting, and warm bodily fluids sprayed over his rod embedded inside her.

And the satisfied desire spewed white fluid as her pussy clenched. The scent of whisky and rose lingered. The Alpha's fangs were put on Rosemary's neck. He could not resist but to mark her again.