Page 40 of The Salvation

Good girl. “I will be lenient.”

“Fine.”

I don’t hesitate to yank down her bodice until I’ve gripped the fabric taut around her waist. All her scarred yet soft feminine flesh arouses me. Her breaths heave and cleave, jiggling those plump tits. Those sweet nipples pebbling for me, longing for my teeth. The delicate whorling ink decorating her scars.

At least the sight of my crest upon the side of her breast appeases my desire to mark her. And if I fixate too long on her breasts, this will be over far too quickly.

She moans softly when I turn her around, keeping her little bottom pressed against the side of my body and away from my cock throbbing between my legs. My little brat of a queen knows it since she tries to squirm toward my middle. I twist her peaked little nipple cruelly in a warning, and she squeals in pain as well as pleasured excitement.

“Ask your questions,” I tell her while snatching up my pen and mulling over my documents. This one is a territorial dispute regarding a land bridge over the Sea of Bones. While perusing it, I idly squeeze her breast and curl my thumb over her hard bud, feeling her breaths quicken.

“Where are you sending Kyan?”

“Business. You needn’t worry. He’ll return with all his pretty feathers intact. Or there will be hell to pay,” I growl low at the thought of any of my subjects or this cult harming my partner.

“I’m not worried. I just want to know. I’m your Queen now, remember?”

I slap her tit, taking pleasure in her heated groan and her head tipping back against my shoulder, casting her addictive scent of dark opium all around me. Channeling my power into her, I inflame the buds while sending heat to suffuse her throat, chest, and breasts. Then sign my name and finalize the document with my bloody seal.

“There is some recent information regarding a blood cult that has arisen in my realm. One of bitten vampires and humans practicing dark magic.” I lower my hand to her soft belly, smooth and slight thanks to her post-pregnancy healing. “I am sending Kyan and Shadow to do what they do best. Kyan is the quickest, and Shadow is the most cunning. Together, they are my best incognito source to gather information.”

“And what will you do?”

I stiffen but trace the swirling patterns upon her frame, then sink my hand below her gown, skirting over those silvery nethercurls until my fingers touch her silky labia. No panties. And already so wet and warm for me. My dirty little slut of a dove.

“My one goal is to ensure your protection and Aislynn’s. Rest assured, I’ll not have any risk of threats.” She shivers as I scissor my fingers through those plump wet folds, curling tendrils of my power into her heat until she’s moaning and clenching with need. My dick protests, trying to escape my pants.

“You didn’t answer my question, Merikh.” She leans her head to the side and kisses the skin where my neck meets my jaw.

I smack her wet cunt and growl a warning. She digs her fingers into the fabric on my left leg and pants against my neck. But I decide to answer her question, if only to quell her curiosity, which has proven dangerous at times. “Tonight, Drago and I will accompany Reaver to the cult’s nexus so we may appropriately deal with the threat.”

“Mmm...why you and Drago? Oh!” she cries out from me stabbing three fingers into her, and I chuckle darkly at how she clenches.

“Fire and blood, little dove. Drago and Thiago are the scariest sons of bitches in the known world,” I purr low in her ear and nip it while moving on to the next official matter. A contract between a human familiar and a vampire host.

“You’re...mmm, you’re the scariest, Merikh.”

I flood her core with more blood, revel in her frightful squeal, and sign and seal the contract. “Wrong, Quintessa. I’m the most horrifying. The darkest and most hellish. Drago’s a goddamned hothead. I’m cold as ice. In battle, we complement one another well on the intimidating front to send a secure message to this cult not to fuck with the Lord of the Court of Hollows.”

“You know what would be more frightening? And it would leave absolutely no doubts.”

I swirl my fingers inside her and begin to pump. Gods, she’s soaked. Turning to her, I lean in, brush my nose along the base of her ear, and murmur, “Enlighten me.”

“Take Mayce with you.”

“Out of the question.” I surge all the blood in her veins, and she clenches her teeth around a scream while arching her back. Those inner muscles spasm, but she must desperately want this conversation since she takes a few deep breaths and loosens her pussy.

“Please, Merikh. Listen to me.”

“No,” I growl and stab my fingers deeper while rubbing her swollen nub.

Oh, the little strumpet plays dirty when her hand shifts to grip my cock. Turning to me, she brandishes her burning eyes on mine. “I’ll feel much more relaxed if the three of you go. Between you and Drago...you need Mayce to balance the two of you. Fire and blood and scorched earth. Please, Merikh!”

“You won’t be left alone. Neither you nor Aislynn.” I give her clit a harsh pinch, then a few well-placed strikes to her pretty cunt.

“We won’t!” she cries, arching more against me with her fingers digging into my covered shaft, chafing the piercings. Fuck. I steady myself with the pain. “Bo will be with us. The Founders. I know they can’t bite me. The Blood Crest...it protects me. I need to know you will be protected. All of you. You can’t watch Drago’s back the whole time. If something happens, I-I-oh, savage gods!” she wails as I direct more blood to pulse to every erogenous zone in her tight little body.

I watch those tits grow heavier, the nipples turning red and engorged. And feel the slippery lips and clit plumping and heating beneath my fingers. Her inner muscles flutter. And she grips my cock as hard as she possibly can while tears stream down her rosy pink cheeks.

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