Page 83 of Captured By the Cupid

A part of me wonders if he’s ever taken anyone like this. Half sexy monster, half erotic man-god.

“What did Chaos do?” I hurl in a raspy taunt, feeling his grip tighten. “Spit you out from the bowels of the universe and shat you right out of the anus? Explains why you’re such an assho—ahhh!”

Not just one battering ram. With his wings, his beast is more like an explosive breaching charge—rocketing through me in shallower pumps, intensifying his rhythm. My breasts bounce and swing from the motion. Until he grabs them with a cruel twist until they’re engorged and inflamed.

He slaps my sex, stunning me. Because he didn’t use his hand. The shock wears off to allow the pain to set in.

“How do you like my wing spanking your sloppy wet cunt, Aradia?” His cock throbs inside my ass, and I swear, it’s growing.

He strikes my cunt again, bringing the edge of his wing, which is pure sinew and muscle, to crack against my exposed sex. Burning. Lashing. Worse than any crop or belt.

“Take it, naughty girl,” he purrs low in my ear while kneading my breast in one hand and gripping my throat with the other.

Crack! I throw my head back against his shoulder, seeing fireworks because…histalondips…insideme.

“Don’t move a muscle, Aradia,” he warns, but I’m already frozen. Brain short-circuiting in response to my nerve receptors that are like live fucking wires.

His talon is sharp as a double-edged blade. And it’s inside my fucking pussy!

The weapon of his wing torments my soaked folds with the most delicate of scrapes and pricks. One wrong twitch, and that talon could rip right through my vaginal flesh like spongy wet paper.

“How does it feel…?” he hums low, tapping on my shredding pulse with his thumb. “To know you cannot run? To know you can’t escape—with me at yourback?”

I clench my eyes, battling every urge to tremble. I know why he’s doing this. With no fight, with no flight, I trade in the memory of that night and suck deep breaths.

Because this is a different moment. And I am a different person.

Powerful godly muscle enthrones my back. A sculpted hand at my throat. Another on my breast. And that sharp dagger-like talon that could skewer me and turn me into a bloody Aradia shish kabob. A la fresh, raw cunt. A smile curls at the corner of my lips from my dark humor. Tears of overwhelming emotion fall down my cheek.

Because I feel everything. Swollen inflamed pussy burning on the inside from his vicious fucking. That cock raiding my dark hole with impossible pressure. And that talon curling until its hard obsidian back is nudging right along my G-spot.

“Eros! I-I c-can’t—”

When he smites that inner trigger, I have no choice. The forced orgasm has me clenching and gripping an absent member. Nothing to hang onto. Until I feel the warm stone talon curved and pumping in and out, timing to my pulsing pussy until he slides it from my slit.

Cream gushes from me. My head slumps.

The next thing I know, he’s pounding into me, sawing my ass in a perfect torment of rapid thrusts. My breastsswing, bouncing lewdly for his pleasure. Using his wings for momentum, he pistons inside me faster, deeper—so close, he rattles my teeth. A screech breaks free as I sense the familiar tightening of an impending explosion. Molten flames whirl across my skin and course into my blood. I make sounds more befitting a hellcat.

Deep-pressured waves throb inside me. The force of a magma chamber deep in my core…ready to burst.

One more push. He grips me hard, pulls me to him, then stabs three fingers to the knuckles inside me.

I explode. Whole body quaking, I shatter around those fingers, sucking them so tight like they are the anchor to my sex. I fly away. My soul flips me off as I leave my body so far below the celestial high where the orgasm takes me.

“Oh, no, you fucking don’t…”

He jerks, bringing me back like a tether. He’s coming, rocketing thick spurts of his cum right up my ass.

“Fuck, Butterfly! Bloody fucking gods-damned gorgeous ass!” He finishes by roaring my name. I fall again. I spiral with him. And let him carry me far away.

The sound of our heavy breaths echoes all around the room. I feel everything. The heady scent of his sweat coating my back. The dampness of my curls clinging to my face to mix with the snot and tears. His head against my neck, his lips pressing to my shoulder. Tiny touches are like little aftershocks of heightened pleasure.

At last, he rips his hard cock from my ass, his fingers from my pussy. Fluids pool from both ends.

The chains drop. I drop.

But he catches me. He settles on the pillows with his masculine body heat and cups my mound. A warm energy current ripples into me.

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