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I whimper from the loss of his mouth, his ravenous tongue. Legs too weak, I am powerless to do anything when the God of Death plucks me from the throne by my hips and seats himself upon its powerful base. He spreads my thighs until they are curved on each side of him. I gasp, blushing and burning in understanding of what is coming. That magisterial and mighty member like a great reaper entity in and of itself poises its crown at the heat of my sex. For a span of a moment, Ary brushes his knuckles across my cheek. I shiver, lick my lips, arch my spine, and tip my waves back.
Ary growls, draws my chin, my eyes back to his. As soon as they land, he brings me down, impaling me on that cock of almighty Death!
“Oh, Kryach!” I scream, slamming my eyes shut from the pressure of his shaft like an iron scepter penetrating me. “Oh hell!”
“And heaven,” Ary whispers in my ear, arms surrounding my back, mouth lowering to capture my breast.
“Death!” I whisper, and then he grips my hips and raises me until he withdraws fully. I whimper in a fleeting moment of fear right before he spears me again, ripping me open. And I explode. A rip-roaring orgasm tears through my body. I ride him. I raise my voice, “Death!”
“Good little spirit. Ride my damned Death-hood. Unravel yourself on my cock, sweet Isla.”
Elated heat spikes in my blood as he thrusts deep inside me. I churn my hips, desiring friction, and lean into him more so he may suckle my erect nipple, teeth closing around to tug on the rouged bud.
All the souls transform to wild blurred starlight as Ary pounds me upon his throne until my face turns scarlet. Shades gather around us, bowing to us to mirror the host gazing in stunned silence as we spiral closer to hellfire and heaven’s light.
Ary raises his mouth to kiss my throat up to my lips. My mouth embraces his as he rocks me up and down, stabbing the secret spot within me again and again until my head dizzies from all the climaxes ripping through me. Moaning into his mouth of spice and my nether musk, I twist my hips to match his movements. I writhe in desperation as he hammers me hardest and deepest, striking and piercing me to the core. Just as he spills his Death seed into me, Ary reaches down to clasp my breast with one hand and to rub my pleasure knot with his other.
We fall over the edge together. Into shades and stardust. Into goddess light and god darkness. Into Death and Spirit.
Lightning and comets of ecstasy explode up my spine. Thorny vines shoot from my heart, binding around his entire form. They pierce him. I bleed his liquid fire. I reap his essence. I suck it down. I draw his Death into my spirit as his shades wrap all around me. He reaps parts of my flesh and blood. I reap parts of his High God soul,
We tremble in the aftermath. Gasping for sweet air.
And when Ary pulls out of me, he chuckles, peering at my sex. I thread my brows low and gaze down with him, I giggle at the sprig of spirit roses sprouting from my vulva. Drops of blood speckle their insides.
Ary plucks the sprig, raises it to his nose, and scents the blooms, flicking his tongue across one to taste the blood. “I believe I will keep this. A memento as it were.”
I nod and drop my head onto his shoulder, nearly swooning.
Chortling deep, Ary sweeps me into a honeymoon hold and declares against my mouth, “Come, little wonder. I will carry you to my chamber where you will rest. But only for a short time before I feast upon your sex like the fruitful banquet it is.”
* * *
“Ary?” I murmur in question as he traces idle circles along my back.
“Hmm?” the God of Death dips his head to me. Millions of tiny tingles erupt all over my skin from our lovemaking. I’ve lost count, and yet, my sex seems starved for him, for his tongue, for his Death shaft still hard and draped across my side.
Pressed against his naked body from where we lie on his sumptuous bed, I lift my head, light my lips on his chin, and wonder, “All the bride souls are different here. They aren’t...unhappy. They do your bidding. You even granted a boon to Allysteir’s grandmother. So, why is Gryzelda so different?”
His sigh is heavy and deep like a dark cloak folding around me. As Ary strokes my hair, he murmurs, “It was not my intention to reap only a fraction of her soul. Gryzelda was the most hostile to me and even more to Thayne. Her path was carved for her, set in stone by her misguided parents. On her wedding night, she jumped into the River Cryth, crossed the portal, and sought me out, believing she could convince me to spare her soul. But she was doomed the moment she jumped in.”
I trail my lips along his dark chest, already suspecting. “She touched the Gates?”
He nods, rubbing a thumb down my spine. “Regardless, if a mortal crosses into the spirit world, they are never the same. A certaindarknesstakes hold of the mind. I granted her a choice. I was willing to reap her soul immediately, and she could rest with her ancestors.” He pauses, tilting his head down. And I peer up to meet his silver chamber eyes. As I purse my lips, he kisses my brow and reveals, “I warned her that her mind would never be the same if she returned to Talahn-Feyal. But I did make her aware she would survive her wedding night. And she was determined to go back.”
I shift in his arms, nudge my hips toward him. “You didn’t reap a part of her soul?”
He shakes his head and cups the back of my neck above my Nether-mark. “I reap all or nothing. There is no in-between. Finleigh was...my only exception.”
“So, why would she?”
“Her mind was poisoned, and I never sought to correct it,” he sighs out while playing with my hair. “If it brought her meaning or comfort to hate me, for her hatred to grow and give her strength, however misguided, I was willing. In any case, I accept responsibility for my hand in the matter of the Curse.”
I swing my leg over his hip, so I’m mounting him, beaming with my hair radiating along the side of his neck. “Mmm, and your penance has been exceptional...so far,” I add and kiss my way from his throat, across his powerful chest, lower to his navel. A warmth engulfs me when his roused member nudges my center.
“So far?” he questions, playing with my hair with both hands now.
Grinning, I circle my hungry center around his godhood tip, revel in how his head tips back. And how he groans deep in his throat when I slam down on him, squealing from the pain and pressure...and pleasure. Ary grips my hips to steady me as I wince from the silken diamonded hardness. My eyes whirl to the tent canopy clothed in a multitude of vines bearing spirit roses like starry blurs in my vision.
