Page 47 of Destined to the Reaper

The texture of his skin on my lips wouldn’t quite qualify as human. It was unnaturally soft and warm, the pigmentation so subtle you barely felt it. His scent was hard to define: an intoxicating mix of woodsy and smoky.

I brushed my lips over the exposed bones on his chest before kissing my way to his left nipple. His body slightly jerked when my mouth closed around it. I sucked on the little nub for a few seconds, then poked my tongue out to tease the areola. Once again, I couldn’t define the taste, which combined a hint of spice and salt. But it was the way his breath hitched that retained my attention. I wanted to know all his secrets, all the ways I could make him fall apart for me like he repeatedly made me scream for him.

Impatient to discover my prize further down, I abandoned his chest to pepper kisses down the chiseled curves of his abs. While my left hand continued to lower his pants, the right one circled around to caress his back, and especially that area at the base of his wings covered in small down feathers.

It had been an innocent touch, but his strong response and the deep, rumbling growl that emanated from him confirmed his approval. I gently raked my nails over that sensitive spot, making him take a hissing breath that resonated directly between my thighs.

However, as I knelt in front of him, all thoughts of the erogenous spot around his wings faded away. My man was massive. Even only partially erect, Pharos had plenty to boast about. Just like the rest of his body, his pelvic area was smooth, devoid of any pilosity. His shaft—generally human in shape with two testicles—mesmerized me. I could now see in its full glorythe source of the odd and wondrous sensation I’d felt when coupling with him.

I had felt some kind of ridges along his shaft when he was taking me in his Wraith form. Now, in the flesh, he appeared to have a network of subcutaneous implants. But upon closer inspection, I realized they were small bones, right below the skin. Fascinated, I ran my fingers along the ridges. Those on the upper side almost looked like a spine, running from the base of his shaft to the edge of the head. On the upper half, arched ridges emulated a ribcage, which continued on the underside. For a reason I couldn’t explain, my mouth immediately watered.

Without thinking, I leaned forward and licked the vertical slit of the head. Pharos hissed again, his abdominal muscles contracting while his hand on my nape tightened around my hair. Still, he didn’t attempt to control my movements, allowing me to continue to freely explore him.

Wrapping my hand around his cock, I slowly began stroking him, reveling in the unusual sensation of his ridges beneath my palm. Despite the hardness of the bones, the many joints kept them pliable as I squeezed my hand around them. My inner walls constricted spasmodically in anticipation. I felt hollow, eager to finally get the full experience of him.

Leaning forward again, I licked and teased the head with my tongue, before taking him inside my mouth. The strangled moan that escaped him made my nipples instantly hard and achy. I began to bob in front of him, stretching my mouth wide and relaxing my throat to try and take as much of him as possible. Sadly, his girth prevented me from taking half as much as I would have liked. I compensated by stroking the rest of his length with my hand moving in counterpoint to my mouth.

Judging by the voluptuous sounds emanating from my man, he more than approved of my ministrations. His breath quickly grew shorter and louder as I accelerated the pace. I could feelhim struggling to keep himself from thrusting forward into my mouth. That didn’t stop him from swaying, spasms contracting the muscles of his thighs and abdomen. By the way his legs were shaking, Pharos would soon find his release.

That spurred me on.

Just when I thought he would topple over, Pharos emitted a sharp cry and yanked my head back, but not before a few drops of precum spilled onto my tongue. Although feeling cheated to have him rob me of taking him to completion, I marveled at the wondrous taste of him. It was smooth and sweet, with a hint of anise, notes of creamy vanilla, and the nutty elements of whiskey without the burn.

I wanted more.

But the wretched man yanked me up effortlessly, and all but tossed me onto the bed. His head buried between my thighs silenced any protest I might have had. His expert tongue went to work on me with a deftness that had me cresting in no time. Pharos knew exactly where and how to focus his attention to make me squirm. The contrasts between the warmth of his lips on my clit and the coolness of his tongue and breath as he licked and sucked my little nub was fanning the inferno raging inside me.

A series of needy moans tumbled out of me as two of his thick fingers slipped inside me, moving in deeper and faster, driving me insane. He would alternate between crooking his fingers to rub against my sensitive spot, sending sparks of pleasure through me, and scissoring them with each motion, stretching me to receive his considerable girth.

Chasing after my own release, I ground my pelvis against his hand. He accelerated the movement of his tongue on my clit until my body seized. I cried out as pleasure swept me away. With his mouth still devouring me, Pharos tilted his head up to look at me.

The red glow of his eyes illuminated the exposed bones around them, giving him an intimidating look that made my stomach perform a couple of somersaults.

It was sexy as hell.

As my orgasm receded, Pharos pulled his fingers out of me, licking my essence off them in a lascivious fashion that had me throbbing again. An almost evil smile stretched his lips before he started kissing a path back up my body. He carefully climbed on top of me and claimed my mouth with a burning passion and possessiveness.

I spread my legs wide to welcome him. Although he settled more comfortably between them, he didn’t try to push himself in right away. For the next eternity, we kissed and caressed each other. I would never tire of the insanely smooth texture of his skin. It finally dawned on me that its flawlessness came from his constant regeneration. As pleasant as the feel of a man’s calloused hands could be, the silkiness of Pharos’s palms had something magical to them.

A thrill coursed through me when, at last, he rubbed his length against me. The slight friction of his bony ridges on my clit sent electric sparks throughout my nether region. He positioned himself but paused to lock eyes with me. That made me melt from the inside out. I smiled to confirm my consent, my chest warming with affection for him. I lifted my pelvis and squeezed the plump curve of his behind to squash any lingering doubt he might have.

“My bride,” Pharos whispered tenderly before carefully starting to push himself in.

Unsurprisingly, my body quickly resisted his invasion. Considering how wild and unbridled our couplings had been over the past few days, I had expected to adapt more quickly to his non-negligible girth. However, he had been in his wraith form with a spongier and more flexible ethereal cock.

Having anticipated this, my lover didn’t rush through any of it, showing admirable restraint as he slowly and methodically gained centimeter by centimeter with shallow thrusts. Through it all, he kissed and caressed me, whispering sweet words of devotion and encouragement that made me forget the slight discomfort.

And then my body yielded.

I barely even noticed the burn as he suddenly found himself buried to the hilt. My body was too focused on the insane sensation of his bone ridges inside me. A strangled moan rose in my throat as he slowly started moving. However wondrous he had felt in his Wraith form, this was multiplied by a thousandfold. Electric sparks went off inside me with each stroke, the ridges rubbing against my sweet spot both on the way in and out.

An inferno was raging in my loins as Pharos gradually accelerated the movement, taking me deeper and harder. The weight of his physical body pinned me down, making me feel helpless in a way that whipped my arousal into a frenzy. Still, I writhed beneath him as waves upon waves of pleasure swept through me. I felt on the verge of combusting from the liquid flames racing through my veins, the lava swirling in the pit of my stomach, threatening to erupt at any moment, and the searing heat of my lover’s muscular body wrapped around me.

Our moans mingled, his chest occasionally vibrating with a low growl that made my toes curl. The slapping sound of our flesh colliding resonated throughout the room as Pharos pounded into me. He was so big, his cock stretched me to my limits and filled me to the brim in a blissful maelstrom of pleasure and pain.

My orgasm slammed into me, and I threw my head back with a shout, which Pharos echoed. For a brief instant of lucidity before being swept away, I thought he had found his release aswell. But my man tightened his grip in a bruising fashion on my waist, his left hand slipping under my right leg to open me even wider for him.

Then he let loose.

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