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Isla looks up, eyes wide as though I caught her in the midst of the hunt. In a way, it’s true. The moment I bury myself inside her, those royal eyes glaze over. Her neck arches. Her mouth parts. I capture her cries and slam my fist against the tree from the shock of her sleek sex enclosing me. Oh, gods, she is raw and warm and wild. So damn tight as my deathly member stretches all her luxurious flesh. And yet, she does not cry from my reaping. Instead, she clasps herself around me, her muscles clenching around me so much, I must lower my head to her shoulder, overwhelmed by her passion.
She’s so fucking wet and tight, I want to bury myself inside her magical sex for eternity. And between the times of taking her hard and long, I’ll bow before her to drink from her sweet fountain forever. I’d keep her flushed, aroused, heated, and wet for me always, for Isla Bandye would be worth more than thousands of my harems throughout all time.
Desperate, her hips circle and stab forward, her channel accepting and receiving me even deeper until I’m She pleads for me to move. She pleads for more! Goddesses never want more. They already have enough. They have everything.
So, I raise my head, brandish my eyes against hers, and lower my hands to grip her hips. In a brutal moment of Death meeting Life, I ram into her hard. The momentum causes countless flowers to waterfall from the tree. They shed onto her ethereal waves. My shades brew, growing to plunge inside her, propelling my cock inside her even deeper. Isla clenches, eyes slamming shut.
“Bandye...” I whisper her name in a concerned prayer.
“Do. Not. Stop,” she hisses, shrill without opening her eyes.
I don’t. Her thighs tighten around my hips. I love how her pulse thunders, her blood like thousands of crimson butterflies thrumming through those beautiful veins. I forge my way into her warmest depths, into her innermost chamber while her vulva seals around me. I’d live inside the eternity of this moment.
Without warning, I sink my teeth into her flesh beneath her collarbone, savoring her scream of pain as it ebbs into a moan of pleasure once I stroke my tongue to taste her blood. No barrier of a Corpse King between us, I luxuriate in the quintessence of the strongest heart and spirit locked within a shell of human flesh and blood. A shell I know she will shed one day and trade for her rightful goddess form?the most glorious goddess of all time.
“Feel me in your soul, little spirit goddess?” I tilt my neck to stare up at her, licking my tongue where her blood stains my lips.
Isla rocks against me in a silent plea. Her sweet passion undoes me. She buries her face in my neck, kissing the veins abounding with my spirit essence. While her lips rub along my neck, I lap at her sweet blood and flesh on the other side. In the second she bites my flesh, I growl and dig my teeth in her more.
Death and Life trade bites and scars and spirit. She licks at the black life force. No blood. For gods have no blood. Her desire drives me onward. I grind my hips against her. And feel those tight muscles clench. A sob rises in her throat, but she drinks at my deathly soul, taking me inside her in more ways than one.
In a moment of pause, she lifts her head to mine. “Ary.”
I lose myself in her royal eyes, an echo of her goddess-hood. All her body quakes while my organ throbs for her.
She touches my chest, and I peer down where her hand seeks my heart beyond my robes. Smiling, I tip my brow to hers and breathe a secret across her face, “Gods have no heart, Isla. It’s why we will always desireblood.”
Ever so slowly, Isla arches her neck, presses her lips to my ear, and whispers her command, “Take mine tonight, Ary.”
Her words drive my teeth into her flesh. I devour as much as I dare. Isle-fire. And the first dream of the heavens.
Isla shrieks, but I drive my member into her again and again. I fill her. I seal her closed while my shades nourish her, granting her icy ecstasy beyond the burning pain. I don’t once look away from the color scalding her cheeks. Or her glassy eyes as the heated tension grows.
“Yes, Bandye. Ride me. Take your pleasure, sweet spirit.”
Isla tightens her legs around my hips, rocks harder so my member rubs those inner walls. I groan deeply from the lust. I love the sight of her swollen lips mirroring the sweet, puckered pomegranate seeds of her nipples as her breasts jerk from her movements. Palming one, I lower my head to the other to suckle, to close my teeth around the one bud and pull tight to nick and take her blood.
Isla whimpers. But her insides, her entire body flutters, pulses, and quakes around me. Those legs tighten.
Before she may achieve rapture, I pull out.
“No!” she screams and locks eyes with mine, lips pressed to an incensed seam.
I stiffen. She glancesdownat me, eyes flying open vast from the sight of my thick and engorged cock. I tip it to her entrance in a gesture of what I want. And when she rakes her nails along my chest and pushes her hips forward in a moment of total surrender to receive me, I slide my crown along her folds. Beaming, I kiss her, dragging out the slow torment, consuming all her moans of lust.
The sound of her heartbeat, the taste of her blood, the touch of her flesh will forever be ingrained within me. Sealed like a burning goddess mark
With my mouth crushed to hers, I open my eyes to hers. Growling hungrily and darkly, I cover her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples to fill her with the same needy hunger. As I bring my chest down upon hers to feel the pounding of her heartbeat, I stop edging. She rolls her hips.
“I’m going to show you what being fucked by the God of Death truly means, Isla Bandye,” I whisper against her parted lips. “I’m going to reap all of you. Your soul is strong enough to take my death, little spirit goddess. Take it now, Isla.”
I unleash the force of my Death member deep into her. Seizing the back of her neck, I crash my mouth to hers and capture her scream. I drive myself into her, thrusting hardest and deepest. She comes, burrowing her nails into my robe, trembling and shuddering from her feminine waves of pleasure. With the aroma of her arousal drifting all around me, stoking my desire, I fucking snap. I roar my release and spill my Death-seed into her in cold, icy bursts.
We fall onto the soft bed of flower petals. I gather her close, touching my brow to hers, smiling from how she gulps for breath while my god lungs never want for air. Her heartbeat pounds against her chest, thunderous in the wake of her delirium.
And I will forever love the way she turns her whole body to mine, grips my robe, and begs, “Please, Ary, let it be my turn!”
I circle him,wearing a playful smile.
