Page 15 of Destined to the Reaper

It made no sense, considering that only moments ago, I’d been ready to run for the hills, horrified at the thought of coupling with a being like him. And yet, something inside me completely flipped around the moment he kissed me, as if a switch had been turned on.

He felt right.

For a split second, I wondered if he was using one of his potent magical abilities to trigger this response from me. While undeniable power swirled around him, engulfing us, none of it was targeted directly at me. For a reason of its own, my body wanted him in a way that transcended basic lust.

I quickly cast out the thought that having been celibate for a while could explain this reaction. Curiosity at mating for the first time with a spirit also didn’t feel like the justification for it. As a necromancer with respectable skills in Soul Magic, it was the unexpected beauty of his soul that ensnared me.

It sang with the most delightful melody to my ears even as it vibrated all around me. Standing outside the circle, I had not perceived it, likely because I’d been too frazzled by everything else to pay attention. But now that I was wrapped in his embrace, he was all that I could feel, and I couldn’t seem to get enough.

Stop overthinking. Why not enjoy the moment instead of treating it like a chore?

Before I could even acknowledge the wisdom of that intrusive thought, Pharos’s hand slipping between my thighs from around my behind made me gasp against his lips. Hisfingers boldly rubbed against my slit before dipping inside me. He moved them in and out of me a few times, then his middle finger settled on my clitoris. He flicked it a couple of times, drawing a moan from me, followed by a yelp when the ground dropped from under me.

I felt myself falling backward. However, instead of crashing onto my back, I glided down like a feather twirling in a slow descent. I realized then that Pharos was lowering us onto the grass-covered ground inside the circle. With his fingers still moving in and out of me at a gradually increasing pace, he broke the kiss to brush his lips along the sides of my neck, and down to my breasts. He lingered there for a few moments, each lick of his otherworldly tongue on the hardened bud of my nipple sending a lightning bolt of pleasure directly into my loins.

With a will of their own, my hands settled on his head, all but vanishing in the white smoke that surrounded the more solid part of his ethereal body. It wanted to feel like hair, but it was too intangible to give me any real grip.

As I parted my legs to make room for him to settle between them, it suddenly struck me that I had not felt his shaft—limp or otherwise—when I had pressed my pelvis against his earlier. Did he even have a cock in this form?

His lips gliding down my body to take over where his thumb had left off had me crying out as a bolt of pleasure hit me so hard I nearly climaxed. My back arched as his mouth latched onto my clitoris. I never expected him to go down on me, but all rational thought fled as the tingling sensation I had felt on my lips when he kissed me now acted like electric sparks all over my engorged little nub. Each one struck me as a micro-orgasm building into an even bigger one ready to send me over the edge.

And then it did.

My spine seized as I cried out. A wave of searing heat shot through me from my core outward. My body shook from spasmsof bliss as Pharos continued to devour me. However, even in my daze, I realized the burning sensation inside me—strange but pleasant—wasn’t a physiological response to extreme pleasure but a foreign presence seeping into me.

Pharos was sharing a part of himself with me while ecstasy had me fully open to him. Even as he kept me flying high with his expert tongue and hand, I fleetingly felt cheated that he could accomplish it while going down on me instead of by riding me. This should be a relief.

And yet…

As I began to come back down to reality, instead of pulling away from me and calling it done, Pharos climbed on top of me and claimed my lips in a possessive kiss that had another bolt of lust surging through me. I didn’t understand my responses to this stranger. I didn’t even try to question it. Spreading my legs for him to settle more comfortably, I caressed the odd texture of his back as his tongue plundered my mouth, and his hands kneaded and explored me with a growing urgency and possessiveness.

Where he’d been eerily quiet through our encounter so far, the Reaper started emitting a low growl that resonated straight in my clit. Moisture pooled between my thighs, and my inner walls contracted with anticipation when I finally felt something hardening around his pelvic area. I couldn’t tell if he had extruded or if he could somehow summon it. In truth, I didn’t care.

The ache to be filled was quickly growing almost too painful to bear. As if sensing my need—or simply giving in to his own—Pharos pushed himself inside me almost brutally. He swallowed my shocked gasp in a voracious kiss. I couldn’t even begin to describe what that initial penetration felt like. It burned and yet didn’t quite hurt. My body resisted even as it yielded. It was as if that strange hardness wrapped in the even stranger pillowyouter texture of his body had initially shrunk itself only to expand a split second after he was fully sheathed.

Pharos immediately setting a frantic pace wiped out any possibility for me to ponder the matter further. His otherworldly cock was wrecking me. With each thrust, he grew ever-so-slightly thicker, filling me to bursting. Unusual protrusions along his length provided additional sensations against my inner walls that just fanned the flame of the inferno raging in my loins.

In no time, I was writhing beneath him, his thick cock pummeling my sweet spot with a deadly accuracy that had me seeing stars in no time. I threw my head back and cried out, once more swept away by ecstasy. To my shock, the burning feel of the reaper’s hand closed around my neck, in an almost savage choke. He didn’t constrict my airways but forced my head back down.

Without slowing the unbridled way in which he pounded into me, he crushed my lips with his, reclaiming them angrily. Another wave of searing heat flooded my body, this time through my mouth, down my throat, and spreading outward in my chest as he breathed more of himself via that otherworldly kiss.

I was drowning in too many overwhelming sensations, from the insane heat of his body around me, his essence within me, his hands and mouth claiming me, and his cock fucking me senseless. I didn’t fight or question any of it and gave myself over to my lover.

Before I could even recover from that second devastating orgasm, Pharos suddenly pulled away. A powerful shiver coursed through me at the abrupt loss of his heat with the sharp contrast of the cool evening air over my feverish skin. A startled cry escaped me when the clearing spun around, and I found myself belly down onto the soft grass. The Reaper yanked my hips up and rammed himself into me in one powerful thrust that had me shouting again.

He immediately started pounding into me hard and fast, setting an almost punishing pace as if he had lost all control. It should have frightened me. But the pleasure pain of his brutal possession had liquid flames coursing through my veins as my inner walls greedily contracted around his length, wanting more of his savage passion.

I attempted to push up on my arms to get on all fours so that I could rock back and meet him thrust for thrust. To my shock, Pharos’s hand closed around my nape and pinned me down to the ground, my left cheek pressed against the grass as he continued his intense sensual assault on my more than willing body.

Over the endless string of moans pouring out of me as another peak of ecstasy began building inside me, Pharos’s low growls mixed with rumbling moans took on a deeper, darker edge that almost sounded like they were emanating from an elder beast escaped from the deepest levels of the underworld.

As with every other irrational response the Reaper stirred within me, this threatening sound prompted a mix of fear and lustful excitement. I attempted to turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. But Pharos tightened his grip around my nape, and a threatening growl made it clear I was to remain still. As if to reinforce the warning, a prickling sensation in my left butt cheek hinted at claws sinking into me. Despite the strength of the sting, I couldn’t say for sure whether he had broken skin.

I didn’t care.

I was burning from the inside out, my mind feeling on the verge of fracturing as waves upon waves of pleasure crashed into me. Just as I was preparing to give myself over once again to bliss, a dark shadow spread over me. Pinned as I was, I couldn’t get a good look, but it seemed to show a large pair of wings spreading on each side of the Reaper’s shadow cast by the soft light of the moon. The shadow also appeared to grow, confirmedmoments later by his hand on my nape, his cock inside me, and his pelvis banging into me feeling as if they were significantly expanding.

A blinding light exploding before my eyes wiped out any thought from my mind. A savage cry tore my throat as I tumbled down a bottomless vortex of ecstasy. My skin felt on the verge of combusting as a powerful beam of energy blasted through me. I vaguely heard a feral roar in the distance. A part of me realized Pharos had surrendered to his own climax, and that the overwhelming power threatening to burn me to cinders from within was his essence filling me. But I couldn’t think or otherwise react. For a split second, I wondered if I would die. It was too much and yet an insane little voice whispered that it wasn’t enough.

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