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My cock thunders in my breeches, and I finally give my starved length the breath of freedom. Clothed in utter darkness, she will not once see me. I fist myself, advancing slowly toward the bed.
The butterflies forsake her, fluttering from my presence. But even the shadows seem to whisper along her skin, worshiping her—incomparable to the worship I will give her.
Tonight, I will appease her curiosity regarding somnophilia.
And for the first time in a century, I will take a woman.
Her breaths are a sweet serenade. Her floral dark scent, like burial perfume, seems to testify a part of her will die tonight. Once she unravels, once this part of her soul breaks off, I will rebirth it. Beauty from darkness, beauty from ashes, beauty from blood.
My cock has turned into a massive arrow. It’s too heavy and hung—shouldn’t be possible, but it’s as rigid as obsidian, the strength of the muscle lifting it, rising to its target, its touchstone.
She is here for the taking. I will fuck her, use her, abuse her, and love her at the end. At dawn, I will join our blood to seal her soul to mine forever. It won’t grant her immortality, but she will be bound to me. Whether she wishes or not, there is no place she may hide where I will not find her. Nowhere she could run. She could escape the very bounds of Purgatory and enter through the Mist into the dwelling of dreams, and I would still hunt her down and find her.
Tonight, she is mine.
So, I take my place between her thighs, splayed wide for me. Her slit drips more.
“Yes…” I purr low and capture a few of her curls, rubbing them between my fingers. “You know I’m here, don’t you, Butterfly?”
Softness and comfort will come later. First, a hard and brutal coupling. She must be strong enough to survive, to take everything I give her. She has felt my scars. As I have felt hers. She has squeezed through the cracks of the curse to thaw the stone around my heart.
If she does not last till dawn, she will become my eternal ghost.
I won’t take her slow. I won’t be soft.
I feed my crown to her drenched sex, reveling in her body shivering and her breath growing quicker, longer to fill her chest and lift her heavy breasts. Her labia grow thickly together, swelling from my tip’s touch alone. Warm cream squeezes through the seam of her core. I flare my nostrils, taking in her scent.
Testing her slit, I bite back a groan as my cock slides inside. She draws me in, sucking me and closing her opening around me like a hot, drenched fist. Fuck, with that plug in her ass, she’s tensioned and tight as a newborn bowstring.
When she shudders, stirring, ready to be roused, I grip her hips and slam my hard arrow deep into her. Buried to the fucking nock, the hilt. My coarse wet pubic hair seals her closed. All her walls constrict with need to expel me.
She wakes with a strangled scream. Whole body canting in an arch so savage, every chain holding her strains from the tension.
A scream of pain…and rapture—she’s convulsing. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, she fucking climaxes from that single thrust, spasming with a wild moan.
Beautiful, Butterfly. Fucking flawless.
I catch her by the back of her neck. And crush my mouth to hers, filling my lungs with that moan of bliss that melts into whimpers and sobs of yearning. She holds me in a strangled embrace, all her inner muscles clenching with need. A feral growl, one of possession and claim, unleashes from my throat, traveling into hers. Followed by a deep groan of approval—approval that has her trembling beneath me.
Her rapid heartbeat thrums against my chest. Pulling myself from her lush mouth, I gaze down at her unseeing eyes. Glazed and tearful from bliss.
“Eros…” she whispers.
“You’re mine, Butterfly.” With another growl, I seize her hand, lengthen the chains, and force her to grip the hilt of my shaft. A tremor ripples through her as she closes her little hand around my cock, throbbing, thundering for her.
Tightening the chains again, I watch her hands turn to white-knuckled fists, pulling at the chains. The same chains I once used on her in the dungeon.
“It burns,” she whimpers.
“Yes…” I confirm and kiss her again, a tender rubbing of my lips—all the tenderness she will get until later. “It will burn and bleed. And I want it to. I want to shake your very core, woman, until your mortal soul leaves your flesh and bows before my deity, begging me to devour it. Feel every inch of my fucking cock conquering your cunt. The first man to fill you is a god, little one. And gods do not play nice, nor fair. Not even the God of Love. You wanted everything, Aradia? So, you will take everything. Deep breath, Butterfly.”
ARADIA
He’s stretchingme beyond my utter limitations. The pressure in my ass only intensifies what his beast of a cock is doing.
Just as he commands, I take a deep breath, thankful for the chains. I want his dominance, his possession, his…power. I want to surrender to his mastery and control. If I can’t trust and submit to the God of Love, then I surely am damned. If he needsto claim me, conquer me, and shatter me to capture my heart and soul, how can I do anything less?
I am human. He is a god.Mygod.
