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A sharp hiss escapes her throat after I’ve conjured my magic, binding her wrists and ankles with lengths of red silk rope to the bed frame. A blindfold for her eyes as if I may will her to imagine my god form.
Love is blind, my Butterfly.
Attentive to her every desire, I stroke my tongue in a seductive spiral along the swells of her breast, healing the accursed marks and bruises from Sorrow’s teeth and fingers. Aradia’s arousal heats her center and dampens her folds, slicking the labia with the lavender and honey of her sex, the white floral offering to my dead, aggrieved heart.
Blood fills the sinew of my wings. They grow from arousal, much like my cock.
I linger here. Worship her breasts with my lips, my tongue. Kneading the full mounds, I massage them with oil and thumb her nipples. Within the flickering firelight of the nearby hearth, she glows with a rosy flush. An erotic sight. How her breasts rise and fall with her breath—how heavy they’ve grown for me with her nipples, those flawless tips of rosebud beauty. Fuck, I love how they respond as I blow warmth upon them.
First, I suckle the taut buds, as if taking deep swirling drinks. Her fluids gush from her, trickling from those inner muscles. So desperate she is to be filled.
A growl rises in my chest. My balls ache. Hunger swells my wing muscles. But I cannot penetrate her like this. No matter how swollen her sex is, her petals unfolded and opened to me.
The moment she moans, I sink my teeth into her sensitive nipples. She cries out, breath cleaving from her overworked lungs. I am neither gentle nor tender. Because they were not. She needs to associate such pain with me—remember how I am the perfect balance of pain and pleasure.
By the time I’ve released my teeth, her nipples are hard, red as rubies, angry and inflamed. She’s gasping. Her pheromones consume my senses, and I grip my cock, where pre-cum beads along my crown. Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply and adjust to gain control, digging my tip into the bed. All it does is nudge her drenched folds.
“Eros!” Her knuckles whiten from how hard her fingers clench. “Please, don’t stop…”
My wings snap hard.
A deeper growl tears from my throat, and I shower her body with a host of kisses. Her cunt weeps a well into the bed by the time I arrive at the quintessence of pink perfection. This ripe unfolding flower with its swollen jewel. And my tongue will begin its climb at the very base…and work its way to the flaming heart inside.
Damn. One sweep of my tongue along her outer lips, and she’s already dripping more. Her cries are sweet notes, fusing into a melodic chain for my ears to memorize.
“God, Eros!” She jerks, her thighs twitching from needy tremors. My cock throbs, wetting the damned sheets with my pre-cum.
I plant my hand on her belly, willing her down. “So responsive. What do you need, Butterfly?”
“Please…need you…higher. And lower!”
Instead, I stab my tongue into her folds, tasting every drop of delirious cream. Her scent drowns my senses. If I’m going to fucking ache and die for release, then she will, too.
“Do you know how much I long for this, little Aria?” I tease the stony tip into the edge of her slit. Her muscles tighten, sucking the fingertip with a hot, soaked kiss. “Do you know how much I long to give you the gift of my cock?”
She moans. A thin layer of sweat sheens her skin, accentuating the luster of the oil until she’s damn near glimmering like a morning star, gilded with her pink dawn of curls.
I suck in a deep inhale and stroke my tongue along her inner folds.
“Do you understand how the god I am would love you? How he would make it last all night long? How I would feast uponevery drop of your sweet essence and the exquisite beauty of your sex?
“The monster would go to war with your cunt,” I warn. “No other option but your utter ravishment. The gargoyle would bring ruin and violence and wreck your flesh and heart. The god will bring you the love of the ages, the beauty beyond the beast, the raw carnality of the most ancient and powerful of god souls.” I drive it home by lashing her plump little nub, licking the swollen pearl of hypersensitive flesh. I suckle it, bite it, soothe it with my tongue.
Finally, I bury three rigid fingers in her drenched folds. One pump is all I need for a sudden scream to tear from her throat. I tangle my tongue around her clit, thirsting for her.
“Your heart, Eros!” she cries out amid her climax, inhaling deep and shattering from her convulsions, gushing all around my fingers.
I pause, come off her cunt as she comes down too soon, too unfulfilled. Her mewls and moans of frustration ring in my ears, but I don’t revel in them. With my fingers still buried in her drenched insides, I rise, cock my head just above her face, and breathe against her lips, “What did you say, Butterfly?”
What wild and wondrous thoughts does she hold?
Those ethereal eyes open to mine. “You want to know my secrets. Why I scream when you come to me at night?” Her eyes fill with tears. “You want my heart. So, I want yours. I want both. The god and the gargoyle. The pleasure and the pain. The heart and the soul. I want…it…all!” she says between gasps as I slide another finger into her hot, drippy sex to fill her, approving of her hips coming off the bed. So very close.
My breath saws above her face. “What you’re asking…is impossible.” It is not simply the curse. It’s beyond the fabric of my being. I stole Psyche as a monster. But I fucked her as a god.Only ever a god. I have not once fucked any being as a monster, save for Crescendo, who is a gargoyle.
I have never—in all my centuries since the dawn of my Chaos-birth—neverfucked another being, mortal, god/goddess, or otherwise as both. My cock throbs in uncontrollable hunger. She does not know how her request is like an offering spread upon the altar of her demise.
“Do you know how easily I could destroy you?” I whisper above her ear as she pants, swallowing hard.
