Page 76 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Underworld

I was going to possess this woman, steal her very soul.

“That’s it, Little Thief,” I purred. She ground against my touch. “You tried so hard not to care, but look at you. Your greedy cunt is squeezing my hand. You’re writhing under me, chasing your pleasure, but it’smineto give.”

My words were spoken between my own panting breaths.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she spat, lip caught in a snarl.

I jolted forward and circled her neck with my soaked hand.

“You tried to take something from me. Now you’ll take exactly what I give you. You’ll take my hand and my cock and my cum until it drips down your thighs. Your body will be a toy for my pleasure until you’re well used.”

Moira managed to slip one of her hands free and pulled me down. Her teeth dug into my neck until I felt the skin break. The pain was sharp and aching, but it only served to raise my arousal. I loved her fight. I reveled in her fury.

“Don’t fool yourself, Charon. I’ll use you just as well as you use me.” The silver of my blood streaked along the side of her face.

I snapped forward and locked my own teeth into her shoulder until the tang of blood filled my mouth. Moira screamed, but she didn’t scramble for escape. She freed her other hand; one gripped each of my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh.

My hips snapped against her core, cock aching to be inside of her. I raised to my knees and shoved my own chiton up. Precum seeped from the head of my dick. I lined it up with her center, sliding the tip of my cock along her wetness, teasing us both.

Moira clenched her legs around me and pulled as I thrust forward, filling her in one swift move.

“Gods, your cunt,” I moaned. “You’re squeezing me like a vise. So wet for me.” I remained there, buried deep inside her, relishing in how her warm heat enveloped me.

Moira arched up and grabbed my horns, pulling me down until our noses touched.

“Move, you bastard.” She shoved her pelvis against mine to make it clear what she desired.

I pulled out of her pussy and slammed forward again. We set a punishing pace, each thrust rattling our bodies with the force.

We were feral as we consumed each other. Moira’s hands left my horns to dig her nails into my shoulders and back. I twisted her nipple through the fabric of her chiton until she hissed atthe sensation, then moved from the sensitive peaks to circle her neck.

Pleasure built deep in my body until I knew I was just on the edge, but I wouldn’t cross it. Not yet.

Moira wrapped my hand around her throat with hers.

“More.”

Carefully, I put pressure on each side. “Come on, Moira,” I urged. “Let it out. Let go.”

She was fighting me until the very end, determined to take control, but it was no use.

She cried out, her voice hoarse from my hand squeezing her throat. Her cunt pulsed around my cock. I let myself follow her over the edge, spilling my cum inside her even as I continued to thrust, determined to fill her.

I wanted to take her in, to see what my possession of her body had done. My cock slipped free of her as I rolled back to rest on my knees. There before me her legs were spread wide, her glistening pussy a feast for my eyes. I was transfixed by the way I dripped from her body. The way my cum coated her folds and made a pearly trail from where it filled her.

“Bastard,” she huffed.

She was stunning in her destruction.

Her braid had come loose, brown tendrils wild around her head. Her cheeks and chest were flushed and shined with sweat, eyes glossy with satisfaction. Still, those lips curled in her customary smirk.

“Thief.”

Moira

Charon didn’t fuck.Heowned.

I was stretched, choked, and used. I loved every moment.

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