Page 117 of Hell-Bound

She leaned in, kissing him back—an acceptance of him and herself.

It might have been their vulnerable state, it might have been the culmination of longing, but as she pulled him down to the ground, deepening the kiss, there was no doubt about what she wanted. Azur allowed himself to be led to the ashy forest floor, circling her with two muscular arms.

She wrapped both legs around his waist, pulling closer by grabbing onto his horns, knowing it would drive him wild.

In response, Azur groaned with delight, his lust awakening.

Kisses became harder, needy, tongues and teeth colliding in desperation. He gripped the back of her head, his other hand tracing down her neck possessively.

Don’t stop. I need to feel you.

A low noise emanated from the back of his throat. Ren could feel his hardness through his trousers, straining.

She was done waiting.

She lifted herself up, momentarily breaking the kiss, and pulled her tunic over her head.

Her skin shimmered and glowed, slick with water. Her breasts pebbled from the exposure and the tickles of rainfall. Azur stared at her body, first with what looked like awe, followed quickly by uncontrollable want.

“Show me what a god can do,” she demanded, voice husky.

He cocked his eyebrow.

“Oh, I certainly will, but I’m thousands of years old, darling. I like to take my time.”

He lingered there for a moment, warm breath tenderly brushing her skin, causing each hair to stand on end.

He lowered his head gently to her breast, taking her hard pink nipple into his mouth. Ren inhaled sharply as he teasingly grazed her sensitivity with his fang while looking up to her with hooded, almost menacing eyes. A threat that he would devour her. She panted in pleasure as the sensation made its way through her and settled between her legs.

She was hungry, impatient. She pushed her hips up to his hardness and ground there, taking what she wanted.

“Naughty girl.” He sniggered, continuing to work her breast, placing the other nipple between two fingers and kneading the tender skin. She mewled with delight as the same hand then drew lightly down her breast and to her stomach, stopping to caress the skin above her trousers. He let his hand linger there, teasing as he dragged a slow finger slightly under the line of her waistband.

The implication was enough to drive her to madness.

“May I?” he said, face still partially buried in her chest, cheeks rough against her soft Elven skin.

Ren gave a breathless nod, and he trailed his tongue down to her waist and undid the ties with his sharp teeth.

“Show off,” she murmured, suppressing a gasp.

He winked before jerking off her trousers, exposing her to the crisp night air, goose skin appearing. Her gasp broke freeas the chilly wind brushed against her exposed wetness.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he said, looking at her devilishly. “I’ll just have to warm you up, won’t I?”

Ren could not respond. She could only sigh contentedly as waves of pleasure continued to build.

Azur lowered his hand and traced a slow finger down her opening, testing the wetness before sucking it off his finger.

Her entire body convulsed.

“What a good girl,” he purred.

He returned a gentle finger to her, tracing the seam of her wetness.

“Such a pretty little pussy.”

He kissed her opening reverently before, without warning, he took her fully in his mouth. Ren lost control of herself and grabbed Azur’s thick horns to push him deeper between her legs. Azur breathed a pleased sound into her and grabbed her hips roughly, lifting her up for easier access. He flicked his tongue over the small bundle of nerves at her apex before sucking tenderly.

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