Page 30 of Prince of Ruin

“I’m not done with you, yet,” I say, a grin easing on my face.

The furrow between his brows deepens. “We have a battle tomorrow.”

I blink, reality crashing around me. I’m not lost in some fantasy novel. This is real life. But—“That’s why I desperately need this escape.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then says, “Tell me exactly what you want, Sovereign Clavicle. I need to hear it from your mouth.”

I lick my lower lip. I can’t believe this is happening. I feel like I’m in a dream, a pleasurable wet dream that I never want to wake up from.

“I’m the same person, aren’t I? Do the things that you used to do.”

He huffs and shakes his head. “Your human body is far too fragile.”

“I can take it.”

“No. You can’t.”

Propping myself on my elbow, I glower at him. “I’ll decide what my body can take, bat boy. If it’s too much, I’ll tell you.”

He bares his fangs. “Once it’s too much, it might be too late.”

I’m not sure whether he means I’d be dead, or if he’d lose himself to his primal self at that point and not listen to me tell himno.

“I’m going to battle tomorrow for your colony.” I tilt my head. “The least you can do is give methis.”

He stares at me, considering. “Is that an order, Sovereign Clavicle?”

Sovereign. Not little boy. Damn, I like that too.

“It’s a request,” I say with a swallow.

He nods slowly. Then, with a feral growl, he throws me on my back and pins me to the bed with his hips. His fat cock is once again erect as it rests on my stomach. His wings flare out behind him as if he’s ready to take flight, but then he pins my hands above my head in a bruising gesture with one talon. Of course, the roughness only turns me on as he drags his other jeweled talon down my cheek.

“Would be a shame to ruin such a perfect body.” His lips peel back from his fangs, and he releases my hands.“On your hands and knees, then,” he orders, sitting back and tucking his wings in behind him.

I’m too drunk on pleasure or faerie wine to resist. Turning onto my stomach. I do as I’m told, my cock already getting hard again when I feel this massive, feral beast come up behind me, prodding my asshole with the head of his monster cock, and holy fucking shit balls. His dick ishuge. I have never had one that size in my ass.

But he must have primed me up good with his tongue, because he glides the very tip of his cock right in, pulls out, and pushes deeper the second time. It’s painful and pleasurable at the same time. He moves in deeper, slowly stretching me to accommodate him. I almost yelp, when I feel him pushing so deep that he rubs against my prostate.

By all that is science, he shouldn’t fit. But he does, slowly easing in, deeper each time than the last.

“F-fuck,” I moan. I press my ass back onto his cock, aching for it to fill me, not caring how badly it will hurt. He begins building a rhythm, and I tuck my lips between my teeth, trying to suppress my moans. His wings flare out as his rhythm builds, his deep, needy moans following each thrust. My dick is hard as rock, and I fist my cock, chasing my own release as he fucks me.

As he gets closer, he hooks his wing around the base of the bed again, bracing himself before he pulls out and shoves his cock into me again, deeper this time. I collapse, my ass still in the air as he pins me down with the top half of his body, pounding into me over and over again.

He’s not gentle this time. There’s nothing sweet about Abaddon, nothing romantic about our fucking. It’s rough and messy as he pins me to the bed with a talon around the back of my neck, and I’m wondering if this is the point of no return, if this is where mynowould go unnoticed by him. I don’t even care. My balls draw in tight as I strip my cock, finding my exquisite release as ropes of cum squirt all over the sheets. Abaddon tightens his wing to the bed, pinning me in place as he fucks me hard. It’s loud and chaotic, his bat-like hiss-screeches filling the room like a thousand screaming souls when he empties himself into me.

Releasing a heavy sigh, he flops down beside me, his breath ragged and raw. I look over at the beast, the bat, the creature who has my life in his hands. His eyes are half closed in pleasure as he stares at me with glazed eyes. His wings are splayed casually beneath him, his sated dick resting on his thigh, and I can’t help but wonder what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.

Aden

I stare out the window, waiting for Tarsus to return from their meeting in the Terra Empire. Sovereign Wolfsbane, the ruler of the Terra Empire, wanted to offer their armies against the bat-folk in the battle tomorrow, but Tarsus left through Ash’s portal to tell the Terra Sovereign that our armies of ten-thousand warriors will have no problem taking down a bat colony of a few thousand.

As for me…I’m not so sure. At least the numbers of Wolfsbane’s armies could deter the bat folk, then no lives need be lost. But Tarsus is the regent, and they make the ultimate decisions. At least until Clav claims his throne. Which…it doesn’t look like that will ever happen.

I stare at the roaring fire across Tarsus’ elaborate bedroom and pull the plush blanket over my legs. In the distance, the Heart of Faerie gives a ruthless rumble, as if Mother Terra senses my presence and is reminding me of the looming deadline beforeshe plummets the entire continent into nothing but ash and dust. Another billow of smoke joins the everlasting gray clouds above, promising an eternity with no sunshine, no blue skies, no moonlight.Already her curse has taken the ground from the roots up, killing every living plant, which in turn, has affected the wildlife.

One week. That’s all it’s taken for her to destroy our continent. It won’t be long before our stores go empty and folks start going hungry.

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