Page 4 of Touched By Death

“Fuck, baby…”

Arching my ass against his groin, I tell him without words to move.

He doesn’t disappoint.

Shifting onto his knees, he fists my hair, shoving my head into the mattress that smells of straw and debauchery. Then he proceeds to fuck me hard until his cock and groin are painted with my blood.

It hurts so fucking good to be pounded like this. So hard, ruthless, and unapologetic. My scalp prickles with pain. I can barely breathe with my face squished against the mattress, but none of it matters when he slaps my ass. If anything, it makes me crave more.

More violence.

More pain.

More depravity.

Amenadiel was sweet and gentle.

Until he wasn’t.

And then I hear it: the wet sound my pussy makes as it swallows his dick again and again.

He smacks me once more.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

There’s no build-up. The orgasm, violent in its nature, washes over me with such power that I scream.

It goes on and on until I’m sure I’ll suffocate, face buried in the mattress.

“You should see your blood and cum on my dick.”

“Amenadiel,” I plead as my pussy grips him tight. He hisses through his teeth, the primal sound tingling my nerve endings. Before I’ve had a chance to recover, he pulls out and orders me to get on my knees.

As I look up at him, I draw in a sharp breath. He’s covered in my blood, my virginity painted on his translucent skin and white feathers.

Impatient, Amenadiel reaches forward and grabs hold of my arm. He pulls me closer and fists his cock with his other hand before forcing it into my mouth. The coppery taste of blood and the tangy taste of my cum have me gagging.

“That’s my good slut. Choke on my cock.” Amenadiel holds me frozen with an iron grip on my blonde hair. “Look at me, Genesis. Let me see the blood on your mouth and face.”

When I peer up through my tears, he pulls out and sprays my face with his cum.

Shocked, I yelp.

With his fingers braided in my hair, he continues jacking his cock over my face until the last squirt lands on my lashes.

Afterward, while he catches his breath, I stare up at him, wondering about the animal that resides in him, Lucifer, and me.

I’m sore, ruined, and a glutton for more.

More pain.

More humiliation.

Unbothered that my face is covered in cum and blood, Amenadiel collapses onto the straw mattress. He pulls me down on top of him and bands one of his big arms around my waist.

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