And someday I will. For you, Luna. I will hang them for you.
“Will I hurt you if I touch you here?” I asked quietly, petting her swollen slick pussy with agonizing gentleness.
“N-no,” she whimpered immediately, hips flexing upward instinctively.
Fuck.
“So wet for me,” I growled darkly. “How am I supposed to resist that?”
Then I buried my face between her thighs again.
And gods—she tasted even sweeter now.
Like devotion.
Like sin.
Like something the Fates themselves crafted specifically to destroy me.
I licked her slowly first.
Then harder.
Making out with her slick folds greedily while her cries echoed through my chambers alongside the storm outside.
“Sten—oh gods?—”
Mine.
Always mine.
Her fingers buried into my hair desperately before wrapping around my horns.
And something monstrous inside me snapped completely.
Possession detonated through my bloodstream violently.
My tail lashed hard enough to crack stone somewhere behind us while I devoured her harder, drunk on the sounds spilling from her mouth.
I wanted everything.
Every moan.
Every trembling orgasm.
Every drop of sweetness she offered me.
And I took it.
Greedily.
Reverently.
Like a starving celestial Monster finally tasting heaven for the first time.
Because that’s what she was to me… heaven.
And it was mine now.
