Page 23 of My Blood Is Yours

I don’t know who Akash is, but I assume it’s a deity from the reverence in the word.

“Beg.”

Sariel’s eyes leap from my stilled hands around his cock to my eyes, alight with surprise, before a grin splits his gorgeous face.

“Please,mea florea.”

My own grin widens as I give him a single teasing pump. “More.”

Dark satisfaction rumbles in Sariel’s chest.

“Please, princess. I beg you to stroke my cock and my knot so I can give you my cum. Let me mark you with my seed and my scent. Show you how desperately I need you. I vow to devour every drop of honey from your cunt every chance I get.”

It takes everything within me not to suckle directly from the head of his cock, both for my own satisfaction and his. Still, I relish the sensation of my thinly gloved hands passing over the thick ridges and veins, all the way down to his knot. Within a few strokes, Sariel’s body tenses once more and his breathing becomes staggered.

“Keep begging, darling,” I add with a sultry grin as I stare up at him.

Sariel’s eyes briefly roll back in his head with pleasure. The metal of his shackles groans against the force of his strength.

“Fuck, Elowen, yes. Please, don’t stop. Please, please, please, mea floarea. Fuck!”

I watch in equal parts desire and fascination as his smooth, heavy balls draw up tight and his enormous cock spasms. Quickly snatching up the collection jar, I position it just over the head of his cock as I aim it downward. Pumping him with one hand, Sariel’s hips thrust in tandem as I murmur my praise tohim in a voice sweeter than anything I’ve ever used before in my life.

“Look at what a good boy you are. My powerful mate, behaving so well for me and giving me so much of your delicious cum.”

Sariel’s cock fills the jar in only a few spurts, and it’s soon overflowing. I set it on the trolley and nearly weep with joy as I can finally take him into my mouth to swallow. His length hardens impossibly further as he groans in ecstasy.

“So...”

Thrust.

“Fucking...”

Thrust.

“Perfect...”

My throat works around his crown as I swallow and try to take him deeper whilst my hands stroke lovingly over his knot. Sariel lets out a deep, helpless sound—one I’m quite certain a formidable male such as he has never made in his life. I find myself smiling with wicked delight as I stuff myself full of his cock and his essence.

“Gods, Elowen, yes. My beautiful mate.”

By the time his climax recedes, his fluid is leaking from the corners of my mouth and is splattered across my breasts and dress. Tears stream down my cheeks from taking him so deep.

We are both wholly spent from this soul-nourishing endeavor, and to think—I have Forsythe to indirectly thank for the most erotic and pleasurable experiences of my entire life.

SARIEL

Elowen remains curled against my side for the remainder of our time together today, refusing to sit and relax whilst I’m forced to stand. My body aches at having to stand in the same position for hours on end, but Elowen kisses my tense brow and kneads my sore muscles as we gradually come to know one another and our histories. Outside of being torn away from my eldest brother as our world was flayed open by a goddess with unfathomable power—Elowen has made what should be the worst experience of my life into the best experience of my life. And although I can’t yet seehowexactly, we are going to liberate ourselves from Forsythe, I know that we soon will.

I can feel it without a shadow of a doubt. I can feel it on the horizon, like a reassurance so present it’s as if my future has extended his hand to pull me forward.

Elowen studies me with her dark, beguiling eyes as our conversation lulls. She’s told me about her mother and how Forsythe tried to save her.And failed.

Something seems strange about the story and how she came under Forsythe’s care. Why was her mother placed in what she called an asylum in the first place? And how did Forsythebecome her employer? I feel like it’s not quite my place to point any of that out.Yet.

Still, the knowingness sits in the pit of my stomach like a fucking boulder that I can’t move.

“What about your family? I’ve told you everything there is to be said about mine.”

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