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Chapter 17: Trap of Lust and Blood

Chapter 17: Trap of Lust and Blood

Anya’s fever was climbing again. She could feel it in every shaky breath, in the way her skin burned wherever Dmitri touched her. Yet even now, as they prepared to leave for the dangerous meeting with the Orlov family, her body craved him. She sat on the edge of the medical bed wearing only a loose black robe that barely covered her thick thighs and heavy breasts.

Dmitri stood before her fully dressed in tactical gear, but his silver eyes were dark with hunger. He stepped between her spread legs and cupped her face.

"You are burning up again, malishka," he murmured, voice rough. "Let me take care of you before we go."

Anya nodded weakly, her crimson eyes half-lidded with need and pain. "Please Dmitri... I need you inside me."

He did not need to be told twice. Dmitri pushed the robe open exposing her naked body. He freed his massive cock, already rock hard and throbbing, and rubbed the thick head against her soaked pussy.

"Always so wet for me," he growled. "Even when you are sick your greedy little cunt drips for its owner."

He thrust forward slowly, burying every thick inch inside her tight heat. Anya moaned loudly, her head falling back as he stretched her perfectly. Dmitri groaned deeply and started fucking her with slow, deep strokes, holding her close while she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Fuck... you feel so good," he rasped against her neck. "So hot and tight around my cock."

Anya wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper. "Harder... I can take it."

Dmitri’s control snapped. He gripped her thick ass and pounded into her harder, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the medical room. Her heavy breasts bounced with every powerful thrust. He leaned down and sucked hard on one stiff nipple while driving his cock deep inside her again and again.

"Yes... just like that," Anya cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Fill me up Dmitri. Remind me I am yours."

He fucked her relentlessly, the bed creaking under them. The pleasure helped push back the fever for a while. When Anya came hard clenching around his thick shaft, Dmitri followed right after flooding her pussy with thick hot cum.

He stayed buried inside her kissing her softly. "You are going to live," he promised. "I will not lose you."

Elena waited nervously in the armored vehicle outside. The other Blood Carrier looked exhausted but determined. When Dmitri finally carried Anya out wrapped in a warm coat, Elena’s violet eyes widened.

"You really love her," she said quietly.

Dmitri did not answer. He settled Anya on his lap in the back seat, keeping his cock nestled deep inside her under the coat for the entire drive. Every bump in the road made him thrust up gently into her, keeping her distracted from the pain and fever.

"You are being so good for me baby," he whispered in her ear while lazily fucking her. "Keep that tight pussy squeezing me."

Anya moaned softly biting his shoulder to stay quiet. The filthy pleasure mixed with her weakening body created a strange haze in her mind.

The meeting point was an old luxurious dacha surrounded by forest on the outskirts of Moscow. The Orlov family had turned it into a temporary fortress. Dmitri’s convoy arrived heavily armed but he only brought a small team inside to avoid provoking an immediate fight.

Ivan Orlov greeted them with a cold smile. His eyes immediately locked onto Anya with obvious lust.

"Such a stunning creature," Ivan said. "No wonder you are willing to risk everything Thorn."

Dmitri’s grip on Anya tightened. "We are here for the cure. Give us Elena’s help and the formula. Then we leave."

Ivan laughed. "Of course. But first... let us run some tests on both girls together. We need to see how their blood interacts."

They were led to a large luxurious room that had been converted into a medical suite. Elena was already there chained lightly to a chair. The doctors began drawing blood from both women while Dmitri stayed close to Anya, one hand possessively on her thigh.

While the tests ran, Ivan poured drinks and tried to make conversation. But his eyes kept devouring Anya’s body.

"Such thick curves," he murmured. "I can see why you keep her as your personal whore."

Dmitri’s silver eyes flashed with murder but he held back for Anya’s sake.

After an hour the head doctor approached with results.

"The inhibitor is failing," he said nervously. "But with Elena’s blood we can create a temporary cure. It will require... intimate mixing."

"What does that mean?" Dmitri asked.

Elena blushed deeply. "Our blood works better when... stimulated together. Through sexual fluids and direct contact."

Anya’s cheeks burned. Ivan smiled wickedly.

"Then we should begin immediately," Ivan said. "Both girls on the table. Naked. We need maximum stimulation."

Dmitri’s jaw clenched. He did not like this at all. But Anya’s condition was worsening fast. She was starting to shake again.

"Do it," Anya whispered to him. "I can handle it if it saves me."

Dmitri helped her undress. Soon both women were completely naked on the large medical table. Anya’s full heavy breasts and thick thighs were on full display. Elena had a slimmer but still beautiful body.

The doctors began the procedure. They made small cuts on both women’s thighs and collected blood while Dmitri was forced to watch. Ivan’s eyes gleamed with lust as he watched Anya’s naked body.

To stimulate the blood reaction, the doctors instructed Dmitri to fuck Anya while Elena touched her. Dmitri climbed onto the table between Anya’s spread legs and slid his thick cock deep inside her soaked pussy.

"Fuck," he groaned starting to thrust. "You are still so wet baby."

Anya moaned loudly as he fucked her right there on the table. Elena was told to kiss Anya and touch her breasts. The scene was incredibly filthy. Dmitri pounded into Anya harder while Elena sucked on her nipples and kissed her neck.

The blood samples reacted strongly. The doctors worked quickly mixing the fluids.

But Anya could tell something was wrong. Ivan was watching too eagerly. His men were positioned too strategically.

"Dmitri..." she gasped between moans. "It is a trap..."

Before Dmitri could react Ivan gave a signal. Gas started pouring into the room from hidden vents. Dmitri roared in fury but his movements were already slowing.

"Take them both," Ivan ordered. "The Thorn is finally mine."

Dmitri fought hard but the gas was too strong. He collapsed beside Anya still buried deep inside her.

Anya’s vision blurred as she felt hands grabbing her. The last thing she saw was Dmitri’s silver eyes filled with rage and desperation.

When she woke up she was in a different luxurious bedroom. Her hands were tied to the headboard and she was completely naked. Ivan Orlov stood at the foot of the bed smiling down at her.

"Welcome back Blood Orchid," he said stripping off his shirt. "Your Thorn is locked away. Now you are going to be a very good girl for me while we perfect the cure using your body."

He climbed onto the bed and spread her thick thighs wide. His cock was hard and ready.

"Dmitri will kill you," Anya spat weakly, still fighting the effects of the gas and virus.

"Maybe," Ivan said positioning himself at her entrance. "But first I am going to enjoy this tight pussy that drove him insane."

He thrust forward shoving his cock inside her.

Anya cried out in disgust and unwanted pleasure.

At the same time in the basement of the dacha Dmitri woke up chained to a wall. His silver eyes burned with murderous fury as he heard Anya’s distant moan through the vents.

He started pulling at his chains with raw power enhanced by her blood.

"I am coming for you malishka," he snarled. "And when I get out every single Orlov will die screaming."

But as he fought to break free he heard Ivan’s mocking laugh echo through the building.

The trap had closed perfectly.

And Anya was now at the mercy of a new monster.