Page 53 of The Duplicity of Thieves

A whisper brushes against my lips. “Beg me.”

I want to kill him, but my arousal beats out my own anger.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please fuck me, Aedon.”

There’s a terrifying darkness in his eyes, but I relish it. I’ll beg until my vocal cords bleed if that is what it takes. His hand whips out and clasps around my neck, cutting off my airway just enough to feel my heartbeat in my throat.

“Good girl.” A new wave of wetness coats my pussy. Without warning he forces his way into me. I’m so full that I can’t remember how to breathe.

“H-h-holy fuck,” I gasp.

“There’s nothing holy about what I’m going to do to you, little devil, but I don’t mind blessing your cunt with my cum.”

He doesn’t loosen his grip. Aedon is merciless, gliding in and out in the slowest tempo I’ve ever experienced, coating his shaft with my wetness. I can feel every ridge; every bulging vein; every bit of friction between our skin; everything. My vision is blurred in ecstasy. The moan that escapes my throat only encourages his dance with death. It would be so easy to take my knife and drag it across his skin, watch him bleed for all the regret I’ll have about this later. He’s a participant in the oppression of my own people, and here I am fucking him.

I buck my hips trying to force him to thrust faster, and he pushes all the way into me, somehow finding an extra inch. “Do you want to come, little devil? Your cunt is begging for it.”

“Y-yes, puh-lease.” I try to focus as he pumps in and out again.

“Wrong,” he grins, holding himself inside of me. My walls spasm around him. More wetness seeps out of me around him.

“Please, Aedon. Please. Aedon, pl-please l-let me come.”

“Good girl,” he growls again. I want to hate his praise, but it pushes me closer to the edge.

He’s a force, slamming in and out of me with his hand around my neck. Each time he pushes back in he seats himself inside of me before pulling himself back out. A squelching sound emits from where we connect, and it encourages him until he’s furious.

“Harder, Aedon,” I beg again.

“What did you say?” he growls, stalling.

“I said harder, Aedon. Please.” I’m desperate for release. I don’t think I’ve ever been this close before. Almost every other fuck has been boring compared to this.

“Remember that you asked for it, love.”

He slams into me, the smack of his pelvis against me stings, and stars explode behind my eyes. I should be embarrassed at the noises I’m making, but I don’t even care.

“Shit,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”

“I…Me…” I teeter on the edge.

“Come for me,” he growls.

I choke. “Yes, Aedon.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Jos.” He strains, biting his fist trying to stave it off, but he can’t hold back. “Take my fucking cum like a good girl.”

His grip around my throat is so tight I can’t breathe. Not that I could anyways. I tumble over the edge into the most debilitating orgasm I swear anyone could ever have. He pushes deep inside, and I can feel him spill into me. We ride out the tsunami together. Each breath he takes sends another orgasmic jolt through me.

He pulls out of me. “You look fucking divine when you come, just like I remember.”

I can feel a mixture of our cum sliding through my folds. He looks at it and takes his finger, swiping it through.

“I said, take my cum. I meant all of it.” He pushes it back into me, making me moan again. Once he’s satisfied, he throws himself down next to me, a sweaty mess. Our chests rise and fall, still recovering.

We don’t say anything for a while, laying in silence. I almost think he fell asleep until he speaks again.

“Remember when I said I was borderline obsessed?”

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