Page 107 of Ocean of Sin and Starlight

Then, I pick her up in my arms. My ankles are still shackled and chained, but I have enough room to turn around and push her up against the wall. I quickly shove the end of her shift up as she wraps her legs around me, and I position my cock at her cunt. I intended to tease her with it, to wait, but need burns through me like a forest fire, and I quickly spear my cock inside her until the air is pushed from her lungs. She’s so wet and warm that my eyes roll back in my head.

She gasps, holding onto my shoulders, her fingers briefly turning into claws, sharp enough to pierce my skin. Of course, the pain only makes me more insatiable.

“Fuck,” I groan as I start rutting into her. She’s so tight, tighter than I remember, and I need this, I need this so much. I think I might die before I see this version of heaven again.

“Larimar,” I whisper, my lips at her neck, biting lightly, biting hard, drawing blood. I drink and I fuck and I feel everything, everything. So many years, decades, centuries, so many prayers I thought would never be answered, all culminating in this moment, in the apex of not just desire, but love.

I love her.

She loves me.

And I need to come inside her like there’s no tomorrow.

I grunt, picking up the pace, my hips slamming into her as I drive deeper and deeper, as if I’m trying to embed myself in her soul.

She’s so wet too, her own cries so sinful, so raw, mixing with the slick sounds of our urgent coupling. The wooden planks behind her creak and groan, adding to the symphony.

I reach down, feeling the swollen knot of her clit, and she lets out a ragged gasp as I start rubbing her in firm, quick circles.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur, watching her face intently as her orgasm builds, seeing it in the pink flush on her fair cheeks, the dark swirl of her pupils, her shiny open mouth. I only break eye contact to stare down where my cock disappears inside of her, glistening with our desire. “Such a good girl with such a sweet cunt. Look at the way you take me, like you were made just for me.”

Sometimes, I have to wonder if I did make her this way for me, so that we fit just right. Perhaps when I created the spell, I created the perfect woman, one who would be my final redemption.

But Larimar was perfect to begin with. Even if she stayed a Syren, I would have found God and all his devils inside her. I would have loved her with all of my dirty, wicked heart.

I would have found myself there.

Salvation.

“Can I make this better for you?” I whisper to her through a groan, my hips starting to move faster, harder, bruising her.

Her eyes widen in a look that says how could this get any better, but then I place my other hand at her throat and wrap my fingers around it.

“Trust me,” I say to her, because I need her to trust me. I need her to believe that I would never want to hurt her. If she can submit to this, then she has nothing to fear.

She swallows hard, and I feel her throat bob against my palm.

I tighten my grip, slowly cutting off her air supply. Her gills won’t work out of water. Her mouth opens, trying to breathe, the whites of her eyes showing around the violet.

“Trust me, little fish,” I murmur, my cock still steadily thrusting in and out of her. “I won’t do you harm. I just want you to submit.”

I study her closely, looking for her consent.

It’s there, in the barest nod.

I can’t hide my smile as I squeeze her throat until she can’t breathe.

Our eyes lock.

Good girl, I think.

Then, I circle my finger around her clit, wet and slippery and thick, giving her what she needs until she’s coming.

Only then do I let her breathe again.

She gasps wildly for air, bucking against me as she comes, her cries bouncing off the wooden walls of the jail. Her cunt squeezes my cock so tight that I feel breathless too, and I fully let go.

With a couple of hard, final jabs, pushing myself as deep as I can go, I come with a strangled cry, cum spilling into her. My head goes back, my soul feeling like it’s been torn out of me and put back together again. I feel flayed, exposed, barren, as if Larimar could look at my chest and see my ribs pulled back and my heart there, beating wildly and only for her.

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