Chosen Bride of the Seven Dark Princes

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

Dante slowly reached up and picked the data chip still hovering in the space between himself and his new bride.

He could hardly believe that in the space of a week, he had won her hand in marriage, then lost her, then won it back again.

His heart had been pounded into the sand so hard, so many times that he could barely breathe sometimes, it hurt so badly.

And all of a sudden, fate had handed him yet again another chance to be with the woman who had taken his heart, lock stock and barrel.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had been so afraid to choose a data chip, for fear he'd choose badly and end up losing her again.

The last time he did not choose, he had gotten last place. And now, he was in first place. Life threw some curve balls sometimes.

Just when he thought he'd lost, all of a sudden, he was allowed to hit a home run.

"When…" his voice caught in his throat and he had to clear it to get the words out. "When do we start?"

Candace stood up and came towards him. Reaching out with a palm, she placed it over his heart and looked up at him with earnest hazel eyes.

"You pick the day you want to start, and that will be the first of your seven days."

Dante's heart began pounding so hard, he knew she could feel it through his thin black shirt.

"Tonight." His voice sounded hoarse and rough, even to his ears.

She nodded and took hold of both his hands in her small ones.

"Then tonight and for the next seven nights, I will be yours."

The men nodded their approval.

It would not be long before it was their turn to be with her.

In this, she got to choose, and if she was happy with the arrangement, so were they.

Dante leaned down and picked her up.

"If you men need me, I will be at my moon for the next seven days." He paused for a moment. "Sorry. I meant to say I'll be at my wife's moon."

And with that, he carried her out the star viewing lounge, through the hall, and into one of the transport pods in the hangar.

Within minutes, they had taken off to his own Mother Ship, the Chiroptera 450.

His men were still maintaining status quo when he arrived. One of his attendants met them at the hangar and escorted them back to the command deck.

"Take me and my wife back to my moon. If there is any problems, contact the Prime Warrior and do as he commands."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness." The space warriors on deck saluted him.

Without another word, Dante carried his wife and took off in long strides to his quarters.

"We have seven days, Dante. You don't need to rush so much." Candace smiled as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm dying right now, Love." Was all he could muster to say.

In truth, he'd been dying for days now. His heart was so battered and his body in such great need, he could barely keep moving forward. He desperately needed some healing from her.

They had barely walked into the room when Dante began to suckle on her neck. His hunger for her had grown at such an alarming pace that he could no longer hold back.

"Haaaah. Hold on Dante. You're making dark bruise marks all over my neck." Candi laughed and tried to move away.

"It's okay. They're called love marks, and I'll heal them afterwards if you don't want to see them." He mumbled into her throat as he tore off their clothes, strewing them across the floor.

"I'm so sorry Baby, but right now, I need to taste you so badly, I can't hold myself back."

He took her mouth, suckling and tasting with exuberance, his hands busy at the same time, tearing their clothes off, not caring about buttons and zippers.

They never made it to the bed. Dante had pushed her up against the wall and had begun to assault her body with his mouth and his tongue.

Still holding up her body with one hand, he reached out with his remaining hand to cup her ample breasts and fixed his mouth onto her pale sweet pink areole.

His tongue swirled her nipple round and round, and then he began sucking in earnest.

'So you're happy that we're actually legally married, hmmmm?' Dante asked her mentally.

"Haaaaaaahhhh. Ahh!" She moaned, feeling a rush of sensual delight running directly from her nipples straight towards her loins.

Her hands reached down and caressed his head, running her hands through his long blue hair, even as he took her other breast into his mouth and suckled it as if he was a hungry babe.

"Hmmmm. Yes. Very happy. You asked me to be your wife, and I agreed, remember?"

He lowered her to the floor and sank down in front of her, kneeling at her feet. He began trailing kisses down her stomach until he reached the top of her mound.

"How can I forget?" Dante looked up at her, his crystal green eyes heavy with passion.

Reaching for her thighs, he spread them wide. Without hesitation, he dove in with his tongue and mouth, licking and tonguing her womanhood.

"Aaaaaaahhh!!!" She cried out. The feeling was so intense she could barely stand.

Without a word, he leaned in and took her soft pink bud into his mouth.

"Haaaaaahhh, haaaaahhh," she panted with delight, her toes curling and uncurling as his tongue began tickling the tip of her clit, licking it in rapid successions.

"Oh my God, that feels so good. Haaaaaaaahhh!" She mewled and moaned.

His lips began playing with her pink bud, sucking and nuzzling until her fingers dug into his shoulders as she gushed thick viscous fluid from her body. There was so much moisture that some of it dripped onto his toes.

Candace was panting as shudders of ecstasy wracked through her tiny frame. She could barely see, as sparks and whorls of delicious sensations roiled within her.

"You're so wet, you're gushing, Love." Dante's deep voice rumbled. She hadn't even touched him, but he had gotten so high on giving her pleasure, his cock was hard as a rock and aching with need.

He rose up and reached around her. Lifting her body up with his arms, he rested her back onto the wall and her buttocks on his forearms.

Then, Dante positioned her onto his shaft and plunged himself into her depth.

"Haaaaaaahhh!!!" They both gasped as the sweet sensation of wet, engorged flesh embedded deep inside wet, engorged flesh swelled within them.

As Dante began to move his hips, their sensitive flesh rubbed into each other, pushing both to higher heights. All Candace could do was hold onto his neck and shoulders, crying and shrieking with pleasure.

The smell of their sexual coupling, along with the steady sounds of her slapping buttocks against his pelvis and her mewling and moaning of pleasure drove him out of his mind.

The heat their bodies generated was insane and they were both drenched in sweat.

Dante could not hold back as his passions rose like the rising tides, causing his bat wings to spring forth unbidden.

He barely had enough control to sheath his claws so he would not hurt her, but there was no controlling his fangs as they grew longer and sharp as a knife.

He growled as his head leaned in towards her neck.

At the last possible moment, he wrenched his head away. He could not satiate his need for her blood in that manner. She was his wife, not a food source.

"Bite me.." He heard her moan into his ear.

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