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“I can taste your fear, little one…” he purrs as he tongues my breast, torturing the areola.
If he needs to unleash his darkness and degradation upon me, to take me like an eternal poison into his soul until it becomes the cure, then I’ll be his cocooned butterfly. Trapped. Ripe for the ruining.
To receive a god must require ruin and violence. If I want a god to worship me, then I’d better climb right onto that cursed altar and sacrifice everything first.
EROS-
What wild and wondrous thoughts must fill her lovely mind…
Rest assured, I won’t be asking. I won’t ask anything beyond the taunting dirty talk that she needs, that gets her off.
When she jerks again, arching like a dirty little bitch, I growl and slap her tit.
“You’re not in control, Aradia,” I remind her, cooing my warm breath into her ear and feeling her shiver. “Bow to your god as he ravishes you.”
Her muscles soften, her breaths slow and deepen. Good girl. I give the swell of her breast another hard slap, loving how themound bounces against the other, flesh rippling and jiggling to my all-seeing eyes.
“Eros!” she mewls like a cat in heat.
“Yes…” I palm her breasts, plucking her nipples, curling the pads of my thumbs over the ripe buds. “The only thing you may do tonight is beg. You will beg the God of Love to punish you, to raze you to ashes, all so he may watch you rise and burn across the sky. But don’t forget I have wings, too, little one. And I won’t stop until I’ve caught you and fucked you in all your glorious newborn flames.”
I sink my teeth into her right nipple….and tug hard. She gasps, tensing, shaking the chains. Lifting the bottom of each breast and bringing them together, I alternate, lavishing them with sharp, punishing bites before soothing them with warm suckles, then stimulating her tits with every flicking lick. I circle the distended tips until they are engorged. Her pulse quickens, her breath shredding. One teasing nip to the right. One pinch to the left. And she seizes all around me, falling over the edge from the breast play and my dick dug deep inside her.
Her frenzied gasps echo all around us. Sweat sheens her skin, adding to her newfound glow.
Just as she begins to come down, I roll my hips and rock her hard and deep. Her scream is a melodic chime as I channel my magic into her luscious sex to extend her orgasm.
Gods, her tight cunt takes me as wholly as a woman can receive a man. I fill her and give her more than she can handle until she is lost to the lust, lost to this force fusing her to me. My cock is a slick battering ram, stretching all her rich heat.
“Eros…” her whispering plea severs another link in my chain.
I snap. Jaw steeling and hips thrusting wild and staccato, I groan long and deep through the most powerful, fucking bloody Valentine, Cupid’s cunt of a climax. Shooting ropes of my seed, hot and thick three-corded ropes, I crush my mouth to hers,emptying the deep gusting breath of my lungs into her mouth, forcing it down her throat.
A growl breaks free from my chest. My iron-hard cock, still pumped, and primed, goes beyond my century’s long impotence. I recognize it. I see it in those mystical blue eyes weeping before me. Those windows of her soul.
Irrepressible fury thunders through me. Because no mortal should be fucking better than…her. No mortal should contend with the bond of a goddess and the blood magic of my own gods-damned arrow that pricked me the night I looked upon her.
No mortal should do this.
“Eros…” she sighs deeply, her head falling against my shoulder, sweet, soft lips brushing my neck. I flinch, a vein throbbing. “Is something wrong?” she somehow lilts despite her dry throat.
So fucking wrong. And yet…so utterly right.
The need to punish her rears up, savage and primal—to brutalize her, to shake this chokehold that she has over me, and free her claws from my soul. She is a mortal sacrifice and a slave. I am the god and monster and master of this domain. Not her.
Rising, I take her hips, grip tight, and slam hard. She chokes on a shriek, but her tight sex convulses all over again, hot walls clenching around every inch of my godhood. My cock has lengthened and hardened to my stone gargoyle one.
She’s still screaming my name. I loosen the chains, redirect them. I turn her around and over until her spine is curved and her heart-shaped fucking ass is in the air. Giving her not one shred of a gasp, I growl, spread her cheeks, and yank out the plug, notching my crown to her dark hole.
“Eros!” she squeals, her spine locking up from panic. “Wait!”
“Your ass is mine, Aradia.”
I thrust. I stretch that tiny pink ring. She writhes with a strident screech breaking between her teeth. I thrust harder,forcing her ass to swallow me, to fucking suffocate my cock. She shrieks, digging her nails into the sheets, arching in struggle.
Before she may rebel too far and hurt herself on my cock in the process, I slam a hand on the back of her neck, pinning her to the bed. I want to punish her, to fucking remake her into what I desire, not obliterate my wife’s fucking existence with a damn replacement.
I fucking burrow deeper. The oil and the plug have my dick sliding with ease, but I take it slow. Gripping the back of her neck, planting her down, I rock into her, forcing her to feel all the blazing pressure until my hips smack her lovely bottom, and my heavy, bow-tight balls slap against her.
