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Chapter 21: Breaking Point

Chapter 21: Breaking Point

Dmitri’s roar shook the burning church like thunder. Anya lay completely limp in his powerful arms, her silver hair hanging lifelessly, her curvy body burning with fever. The virus had taken over. Her crimson eyes were closed, her full lips slightly parted, and her thick thighs hung weakly against him.

"No... no no no!" Dmitri growled, dropping to his knees right there in the middle of the chaos. Bullets whistled past them but he did not care. He cradled her against his chest and pressed his forehead to hers.

"Stay with me malishka," he begged, voice cracking. "You cannot leave me. I will not allow it."

He quickly tore open her clothes and freed his massive cock. Even in the middle of war and desperation, he pushed her thick thighs apart and slammed into her soaked pussy with one brutal thrust. He fucked her hard and deep right there on the cold stone floor, trying to force her body to respond.

"Wake up baby," he snarled, pounding into her cum-filled cunt. "Feel my cock. Feel how deep I am inside you. This greedy little hole belongs to me. You belong to me."

Anya’s body twitched weakly. A soft moan escaped her lips even while unconscious. Her pussy clenched around his thick shaft on instinct.

Dmitri fucked her faster, gripping her heavy breasts and sucking hard on her nipples while railing her. "That’s it... come back to me. Cum for me one more time."

The pleasure seemed to reach her. Anya’s eyes fluttered open slightly as another weak orgasm rolled through her fevered body. Dmitri groaned and flooded her pussy with another thick load of cum, staying buried deep inside her.

Elena rushed over with the cure vial she had managed to keep. "Quick! It needs to be administered while her body is stimulated!"

Dmitri did not pull out. He kept his cock deep inside Anya as Elena injected the cure directly into her neck. The effect was almost immediate. Anya gasped sharply, her body arching as the antidote fought the virus.

Her crimson eyes opened fully and locked onto Dmitri’s.

"You came for me..." she whispered hoarsely.

"Always," he growled, kissing her fiercely while still buried inside her. He started thrusting again, slower this time, making love to her as the cure worked through her veins. "I will never let you go."

Gunfire and explosions continued around them as the three-way battle raged. Dmitri fucked Anya through the chaos, bringing her to another orgasm while protecting her with his body. Elena stayed close, defending them with a stolen gun.

Finally the cure took full effect. The fever broke. Color returned to Anya’s cheeks and strength flowed back into her limbs.

"I feel you," she moaned, wrapping her legs tightly around Dmitri’s waist. "Fuck me harder. I need you."

Dmitri growled like a beast and pounded into her soaked pussy with renewed savage hunger. The sounds of their filthy fucking mixed with the war around them. He sucked on her neck, drank her blood, and railed her mercilessly until both of them came together in a powerful explosion of pleasure.

He pulled out, quickly dressed them both, and lifted her into his arms.

"We are leaving," he said to Elena. "Now."

They fought their way out of the church. Dmitri’s remaining men covered their escape as they reached the convoy. The moment they were inside the armored vehicle, Dmitri pulled Anya onto his lap and slid back inside her.

"I cannot stop," he admitted, thrusting up into her slowly. "I need to feel you alive around my cock."

Anya moaned and rode him gently, her heavy breasts pressed against his chest. "Then do not stop. Fuck me all the way home."

The drive back to the mansion was long and filled with raw passion. Dmitri fucked her in multiple positions in the back seat while Elena politely looked away. By the time they arrived, Anya was glowing with health and thoroughly claimed.

Back in the master bedroom, Dmitri carried her straight to the massive bed and stripped her completely. He spent the next several hours worshipping every inch of her body.

He ate her pussy until she squirted on his tongue. He made her ride his face. He fucked her in every position imaginable — missionary, doggy, against the wall, in the shower, and finally on the bed again while staring into her eyes.

"You are never leaving my side again," he growled, pounding deep into her soaked cunt. "I am going to marry you. Fill you with my children. Keep this perfect body dripping with my cum every single day."

Anya came hard screaming his name, her nails raking down his back. "Yes... I am yours Dmitri. Only yours."

They collapsed together in a sweaty, satisfied mess. For the first time in days, Anya felt truly safe and healthy.

But as they lay in each other’s arms, Dmitri’s phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

He answered it on speaker.

A cold female voice spoke.

"Congratulations on saving your precious Blood Orchid, Thorn. But the Syndicate is not finished with you. We have been watching. And we want both girls. Deliver them to us within forty-eight hours... or we will destroy everything you have built."

The line went dead.

Dmitri pulled Anya tighter against him, his cock already hardening again inside her.

"Let them come," he whispered darkly, starting to thrust slowly once more. "I will kill them all. No one will ever take you from me again."

Anya moaned softly and kissed him deeply as he began fucking her again.

The war was far from over.

But for now, in this moment, she belonged completely to The Thorn.

And she no longer wanted it any other way.