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I sputtered incoherently as he speared his scorching cock deep inside my weeping center, filling my inner chasm with burning euphoria. I moaned and cried while reaching up behind me, grabbing hold of his horns for support. His free hand moved between my thighs, then began rubbing my clit in painfully slow circles. “You’re mine,” his insanely deep voice growled from behind me, sounding like pure evil.
He began to thrust inside me, ramming his hips forward, then snapping them back with unbridled power and strength. I screamed and shook as I briskly bounced up and down against him. The faster his thrusting became, the quicker his fingers moved over my swollen clit. Each provocative jolt further tightened the burning knot that was building in my center.
“Come,” he commanded, his tone heavy with dominance.
Furious waves of pleasure immediately came crashing down over me. The world became a disorienting, spinning blur as my rapturous screams echoed across the valley. My trembling hands fell from his horns, and I was too lost in fiery bliss to even register he had switched our positions.
Before I knew it, I was lying on my back again, with one leg up over his shoulder as he relentlessly plowed into me. His lips smashed down onto mine, hungry and yearning, as they dominated my mouth. I passionately ran my hands along his thick, muscular arms and over his strong, flexing shoulder blades. The frosty leaves hissed and steamed as his fiery wings fell upon them on either side of us. A few curled and smoldered, adding the sweet smell of burning leaves to the freezing air.
The kiss broke, but the pounding never let up. He looked down at me with eyes of fire, as he ran his thumb claw over the tips of his pointer and middle fingers, releasing his sanguine essence. “I love you.” His words were laced with tender adoration; then he shoved the two bloody fingers between my lips.
His sharp fangs flashed as he roared like a beast, then bit down onto my neck. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my toes curled. My inner walls violently clamped down around his shaft as we indulged in the bloody, bacchanalian pleasures of one another. I relished the feeling of his seed filling my womb in vulgar spurts of burning demonic ecstasy.
Upon the bed of glittering frost-gilded soil, sticks, and leaves, and beneath the scintillating stars and freezing moon, our souls burned as one. I shivered in delight, feeling the final few twitches of his cock inside me. He released his fangs from his claim and amorously lapped away the scarlet trickle. His clawed fingers slid out of my mouth and trailed down my chin, leaving two crimson streaks behind. A sheen of sweat coated our heaving bodies as he sat up and pulled me close against his chest. The fire flowing through his wings was gently extinguished. He wrapped them around me lovingly, creating a cocoon from the frigid wind. My bare skin quivered, yet his warmth held back the icy breath of the mountains.
“I love you,” he cooed while caressing my neck.
“I love you, too.” I snuggled deeper into his embrace with a satisfied smile.
The howling wind caused the empty branches to clack and rattle above us, as his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle. “You know, now that you’ve drunk of my evil, all I have to do is scorch your spirit with my Hellfire to make you my bride for all eternity.” He twiddled a lock of my disheveled hair with his claws, then smirked wickedly.
“What the fuck!? Are you kidding me!?” I snapped my scowling gaze up to his face. “Again with this!?”
He laughed demonically as he tightened his grip and began gently rocking us back and forth. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t do that until you’ve agreed to it.” He kissed the top of my head. “Although, after that brief brush with death, I now have a necromantic covenant to uphold.” He shrugged.
Umm... Should I even ask?
As my eyes nervously shifted around, I glanced over at the breathtaking view of the moonlit valley. I furrowed my brows in confusion, noticing there was something off about the town. It was unusually dark. Only the street lamps were on. And yet, I knew there wasn’t some sort of power outage because I had flicked on the light back at the house. “Azathoth,” I whispered while tapping his arm. “Isn’t it a little weird that there are hardly any lights coming from the town?”
The wind whipped through his long hair as he lifted his head and peered out over the starry horizon with molten eyes. “That’s because everyone has been corrupted.”
47. The Lloigor
Shadows danced throughout the kitchen, cast by the assortment of candles warmly illuminating the room. Azathoth’s large body was sprawled out on the dining table. He had one leg bent at the knee, and the other lazily dangling off the end, with his damp raven locks cascading over the side. The reflection of his muscular physique glimmered across the darkened glass of the paned window beside him. Other than his claws and fangs, he looked pretty much human again, wearing nothing but his black sweatpants.
My gaze followed a delicious-looking piece of stuffed pasta as two claws placed it onto the rippling, muscly surface of his even more delicious-looking abs. The pasta instantly steamed and sizzled, reheated to perfection.
“Awesome.” I giggled, then quickly reached for the tasty little morsel, but I was immediately chastised.
“Ah, ah, ah! What did I say? No hands.” Azathoth waved a scornful finger at me with a dorky, lopsided grin.
I reluctantly withdrew my hand and tightened the belt of my fluffy dark red bathrobe. I then leaned my face down to sensually gobble up the tortellini off my living microwave of a boyfriend. My lips lingered on his flexing stomach while my tongue seductively darted out along his hot flesh, making sure I got every last tidbit of noodley flavor.
“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, making it sound way more erotic than it was. “I waited two whole days for that.” I tucked a strand of damp hair behind my ear and licked my lips.
He yanked on my bathrobe, pulling my face up to his. “Keep that up, Buttercup, and I’ll have to fuck you while frying eggs on myself,” he joked with a deep chuckle. Then he froze in thought for a quick second while tapping his chin. He snapped his fingers and pointed up. “Actually, on second thought, that’s a brilliant idea. Let’s do that tomorrow for breakfast.” He grinned, then pressed an excited smackaroo on my lips.
I laughed and stumbled back as he released his hold on me. “Alright, it’s a date. But for now, keep those tortellinis coming!” I waved my hand in small, impatient circles.
He smirked devilishly. “As you wish, my love.” His hand reached into the plastic container and pulled out two more pieces of tortellini. He settled back down, lying flat, and placed one on each of his nipples. “Then after this, let’s go kill Adelstein!” His hand pointed up in enthusiasm as the tortellini steamed.
My fingers twiddled around while I finished weaving my hair into a long, thick braid. “Perfect,” I whispered to myself with a slight frown. The shock and denial about what happened to Amelia was fading. My heart felt heavy, and anxiety grew for my other friends. But I wasn’t about to lose my cool and panic. Panicking never helped anything. It only made things worse. I was going to be strong, get through this, and then I would allow myself to grieve. I pulled the hair tie from my wrist, then secured my braid in place with a look of determination.
“Now I just need my... jacket.” My face fell as I drawled the last word with disappointment.
Fuck Adelstein for cutting up my favorite jacket on that stupid altar.
I furrowed my brows, then walked over to the closet. The old wooden door creaked as it drifted open, revealing a plethora of hanging garments. I began rummaging around, ignoring the awful squeak from the shifting clothes hangers. As I reached for my plain black hoodie, a shiver ran down my spine. That unsettling feeling of being watched wrapped around me like a cold fog. I paused, sensing invisible eyes lingering on my every move. Anxiety prickled at my skin, urging me to look back.
