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Chapter 19: Fevered Cravings

Chapter 19: Fevered Cravings

Anya’s body felt like it was tearing itself apart from the inside. The virus raged hotter than ever, turning her blood into liquid fire. Yet even as pain wracked her, the need for Dmitri burned even stronger. She lay naked in the back of the moving armored SUV, her thick thighs spread wide across Dmitri’s lap as the convoy raced through the dark Moscow streets.

Dmitri held her close, his massive cock buried deep inside her soaked pussy. He was not thrusting hard. Instead, he rocked slowly into her with deep, sensual movements, trying to keep her conscious through pleasure.

"Stay with me, little orchid," he growled against her neck, his voice rough with desperation and lust. "Feel my cock stretching this greedy cunt. You are mine. You are not allowed to die."

Anya moaned weakly, her heavy breasts pressed against his tattooed chest. Sweat glistened on her silver hair and curvy body. "Dmitri... it hurts... but you feel so good inside me..."

He kissed her feverish lips deeply while continuing those slow, possessive thrusts. One large hand cupped her ass, guiding her to ride him gently. Every time she sank down on his thick length, a fresh wave of pleasure cut through the pain.

"That’s my good girl," he praised, sucking on her stiff nipple. "Ride my cock. Let me fill you up. Your tight little pussy is still so wet for me even when you are sick."

Anya whimpered and moved her hips faster, fucking herself on his massive shaft. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the back of the vehicle. Dmitri groaned and thrust up harder, hitting that perfect spot deep inside her.

"Fuck... yes baby," he rasped. "Cum for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock."

Anya shattered with a broken cry, her pussy clenching tightly around him as an orgasm ripped through her fevered body. Dmitri followed right after, flooding her with thick hot cum while holding her tightly.

He stayed buried inside her, stroking her hair as she trembled in his arms.

"I will not lose you," he whispered fiercely. "We are getting Elena and the cure tonight. Then I am going to fuck you for days until this virus is gone and you are carrying my child."

They arrived at a secret safe house on the edge of the city. Dmitri carried Anya inside and laid her on a large bed. His doctors immediately hooked her up to IVs and gave her another dose of the temporary inhibitor. It helped a little, but everyone knew time was running out.

While the doctors worked, Dmitri stripped and climbed into bed with her. He spread her thick thighs and buried his face between them, licking and sucking her cum-filled pussy with desperate hunger.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he groaned, thrusting his tongue inside her. "Even with the virus your pussy is perfect."

Anya moaned loudly, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. She rocked her hips against his face as he devoured her. He sucked hard on her swollen clit while sliding three thick fingers deep inside her, curling them perfectly.

"Dmitri... oh god... yes..." she cried out, her back arching.

He ate her pussy like a man possessed until she came hard on his tongue, gushing into his mouth. Dmitri drank every drop then rose up and slammed his cock back inside her.

He fucked her hard this time, pounding her soaked cunt with raw need. The bed slammed against the wall with every brutal thrust. Anya’s heavy breasts bounced wildly as he railed her.

"Take it baby," he growled. "Take every inch of my cock. This pussy belongs to me forever."

Anya came again screaming his name. Dmitri filled her once more before collapsing beside her, pulling her into his arms.

"I have to go meet my contact about Elena," he said kissing her forehead. "Stay here and rest. I will be back soon."

Anya nodded weakly, but fear gripped her heart as he left.

Dmitri met his informant in an underground parking garage. The man had information on Elena’s location.

"She is being held at the old Orlov mansion outside the city," the informant said. "They are planning to use both Blood Carriers to create a super strain of Krov. But security is insane."

Dmitri’s silver eyes burned. "I am going in tonight. Alone if I have to."

He returned to the safe house determined. But when he entered the bedroom, his blood ran cold.

Anya was convulsing on the bed. The inhibitor had failed completely. Her fever was dangerously high and she was barely conscious.

"Anya!" Dmitri rushed to her side, pulling her into his arms. He quickly stripped and slid his cock inside her again, hoping the connection would help stabilize her.

"Stay with me malishka," he begged, fucking her slowly. "Fight it. I need you."

Anya’s eyes fluttered open. "Dmitri... it is getting worse... I feel so weak..."

He fucked her gently but deeply, kissing her and drinking small amounts of her blood to try and share his strength. The pleasure seemed to help temporarily. Anya moaned and wrapped her weak legs around him.

"Harder..." she whispered. "Make me feel alive."

Dmitri gave her what she wanted. He pounded into her soaked pussy with powerful strokes, bringing her to another orgasm before filling her again.

Afterward he held her close, his mind racing. He could not wait any longer.

"We are going now," he decided. "I am taking you with me. I will not leave you behind again."

He dressed her in warm clothes and carried her to the convoy. They sped toward the old Orlov mansion under the cover of darkness. Dmitri kept Anya on his lap the entire way, his cock buried inside her to keep her conscious.

The Orlov mansion was heavily guarded, but Dmitri’s rage made him unstoppable. He led a small elite team in a stealth assault. They took out guards silently until they reached the inner chambers.

There they found Elena chained in a luxurious room, looking terrified but alive.

"Dmitri," she gasped when she saw him. "They forced me to help them start the new strain. But I can make the cure for Anya. I need her blood and mine mixed properly."

Dmitri freed her quickly. "Then do it. Now."

But as Elena started working with the portable lab equipment they brought, alarms suddenly blared throughout the mansion.

They had been detected.

Hundreds of Orlov men swarmed the building. Gunfire erupted everywhere. Dmitri fought like a demon, protecting both women while his team tried to hold the line.

In the chaos, one of the Orlov lieutenants grabbed Anya and dragged her away. Dmitri roared and chased after them, shooting anyone in his path.

He burst into a large bedroom where the lieutenant had Anya pinned against the wall, his hand between her thighs.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" Dmitri snarled, putting a bullet through the man’s head.

He caught Anya as she collapsed. She was burning up again, barely able to stand.

"I have you baby," he whispered, carrying her back toward Elena.

But when they reached the lab room, Elena was gone. A note was left on the table.

*"Come alone Thorn. Bring the girl. One final trade at the old church. Or she dies."*

Dmitri crushed the note in his fist.

Anya looked up at him with fading crimson eyes. "Go... save her... I will wait..."

"No," Dmitri growled. He laid her down on a couch and quickly freed his cock. "I need you first."

He spread her legs and slammed into her soaked pussy, fucking her hard and fast in the middle of the war zone. Anya moaned weakly, clinging to him as he pounded her.

"You are not dying," he snarled, drinking from her neck while railing her. "Cum for me malishka. Fight with me."

Anya came with a soft cry. Dmitri filled her one last time before dressing them both.

He carried her out into the night toward the old church, determination burning in his silver eyes.

But as they arrived at the ancient abandoned church, a trap was already waiting. Dozens of armed men surrounded the building. And in the center stood a figure they thought was dead.

Viktor Kuznetsov.

Alive. Stronger than ever. Enhanced by a new version of Krov made from Anya’s stolen blood.

"Welcome Thorn," Viktor called out with a twisted smile. "Did you really think I would die so easily? Now... hand over the girl. Or watch her die in your arms."

Dmitri held Anya tighter, his body tense and ready for war.

The final battle for the Blood Orchid had begun.