Page 43 of Doom

“Then, I will gladly see to your needs, my mate,” Doom said, his voice gravelly with desire.

His double fangs grazed the tender skin of my neck. I braced for the sharp sting that would follow, but instead my nape tingled, and a dark veil fell before my eyes followed by a sense of weightlessness.

I called out Doom’s name, but I couldn’t feel him around me anymore, and no sound came out of my throat. Just as panic was about to set in, the falling sensation stopped as abruptly as it had begun. I blinked under the bright light overhead, startled by the warm feel of a granular floor beneath me. My vision quickly cleared, revealing the beach of Wyngenia, with its shimmering sky, rainbow water, and ivory sand.

A Dream Walk! But how?

We couldn’t do it before because my psychic powers had been too weak to support Doom in creating the virtual world.

That was two years ago…

Of course! After all that training with his Soulcatcher Tina, he’d mastered the skill enough to create an instance without requiring assistance. Why had he not told me?

A hungry growl behind me silenced any further question on the topic. Doom, naked, his fangs descended, was standing two hundred meters away, staring at me like prey. My stomach did a somersault, and then a triple salto when his loin plate parted, revealing his engorged cock standing at the ready in a menacing fashion.

Doom started running towards me. I yelped and jumped to my feet, driven by an instinctive urge to flee while eagerly anticipating getting caught. Under different circumstances, I would have been embarrassed by the short distance I managed to cover before his powerful arms swept me off the ground. I squealed then burst out laughing when he spun me around before laying me down on the warm sand. Climbing on top of me, he devoured my mouth in a passionate kiss.

“It’s going to geteverywhere,” I mumbled against his lips without much conviction.

“It won’t unless you will it,” he whispered while his hands feverishly roamed over my body—flat stomach included. “This is a dream world. We set our own rules.”

Sure enough, the sand didn’t stick to our skin but fell right back to the ground as if drawn by a magnet.

“Does that mean I could will myself to be stronger than you?” I asked while his lips covered my neck with kisses and gentle nips on their way down to my chest.

“Yes. But why would you want to?” Doom asked before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

My answer faded from my mind as the subtonal vibrations of his mating song sent my nerve endings into overdrive. His warmth breath on my breast suddenly felt searing hot, the rough texture of his tongue on my nipple sending delicious shivers down my spine with each lick, the gentle scraping of his scales against my bare skin made my toes curl, and the heady scent of his pheromones made my head spin.

His now calloused hand—thanks to my unkillable husband keeping the same Shell since that last dramatic rebirth when all hell broke loose—traced a path down my body to the apex of my legs. I was so hot and bothered, my arousal enhanced by that wretched mating song, that no sooner did his fingers brush against my clit that I went off like a rocket, my back arching off the sand.

“Wow!” Doom whispered, stunned that I should climax so quickly. “Someonereallywas horny.”

Even through the fog of pleasure I was drowning in—further enhanced by his wicked fingers still rubbing me as I rode the waves of ecstasy—the smugness in his voice pissed me off. Forcing myself to resist all those unfair—but oh so pleasurable—genetic enhancements Dr. Xi had given his Warriors, I invoked a utopian strength, visualizing myself lifting Doom like he weighed nothing.

The look on his face as I did just that then pinned him onto his back was beyond priceless. He tried to retake control but I pointed a menacing finger at him.

“Stay!” I said in a stern voice.

His brows shot up, and then his eyes smoldered. “As you command, my Red,” he said with a deep, rumbling voice that had goosebumps erupting all over me.

“Good boy,” I replied, feasting my eyes with the perfection that was my man.

Thanks to my husband’s expert fingers taking the edge off, my desire no longer had the previous urgency. Taking my sweet time, I worshiped every inch of his body with my hands and my mouth, licking each of the new scars he’d so proudly acquired since his rebirth. I loved the feel of him beneath my touch, the hard, sinewy muscles, the tough yet pliable scales scraping my palms, and his delicious scent that made my mouth water, the aroma growing in intensity as I approached my prize.

The way that my man moaned and shivered as I caressed him, to see this lethal killing machine so vulnerable in his surrender made me feel incredibly sexy and powerful. The sharp lines of Doom’s chiseled abdominals quivered as my hands wrapped around his thick cock. I could barely comprehend how he managed to fit inside me. Moisture pooled between my thighs remembering the wonderful fullness of him deep within me.

He hissed, his fingers fisting my hair as I began to trace the creases of the rippling ridges along the length of his shaft. The flavor of hot cinnamon buns exploded on my taste buds, making me moan as well, my nipples getting painfully hard. I’d never been particularly crazy about the thought of going down on a man, but the taste of my Warrior had become an addiction. As I took the head into my mouth, I stroked the base of his shaft with one hand and clawed at the scales of his pelvic area with the other. Doom growled his approval, his breath coming out in shorter, more erratic bursts as my head bobbed over him at an increasing pace.

“My Red…” Doom whispered in a choked voice, his hand tightening his grip on my hair, giving my scalp a nice sting.

The urgency of his tone hinted at his imminent climax. I accelerated the movement, allowing my teeth to gently scrape along the sensitive ridges of his shaft while raking my nails forcefully on the thinner scales on both sides of his groin. Doom shouted my name, his burning seed shooting into my mouth. The taste of cinnamon buns with a hint of ginger coated my tongue.

With an angry growl, my mate yanked me from him, denying me the rest of my prize. I barely had time to swallow before he yanked me up, his arms slipping under my knees. Rising to his feet in a fluid movement while still holding me up, Doom impaled me onto his cock in one swift movement. I cried out at the delightful burn. My hands clasped behind his neck, I hung on for dear life while he pounded up into me with the savage, unbridled fury I had been aching for.

His double fangs sinking into my neck, injecting me with his bonding fluids sent me once more over the edge. After giving me one more orgasm in this position, Doom made me scream his name again on all fours in the sand, then with him on his back and me riding his glorious cock, then sideways, missionary, and we finished off with a cooling romp in the rainbow water of the river—which in fact owed its color to the myriad of colored stones at the bottom.

Wonderfully wrecked and sated, I remained still as the water lapping around us faded along with the hard body of Doom beneath mine. The falling sensation gave way to the softness of our mattress back in the real world, the strong arm of my husband wrapped around me, his hand resting on my swollen belly, and his muscular chest pressed against my back.

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