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His essence tingled my inner walls, a delicious tease of magic that helped soothe the vicious stretch. Whatever fae power was in his seed worked its way into me.

Sparks edged my vision, tunnelling to the sight of his marbled length disappearing into my obscenely spread lips.

He shoved in another inch.

And I cried out, body locking up.

My orgasm hit me out of nowhere. A tidal wave rising to drag me under.

It pummelled me. Waves of pleasure rolling through me. Drowning me.

I was vaguely aware of Vrath’s groans and shallow thrusts. Each one seating him deeper.

And deeper.

Impossibly deep.

“Vrath!” I mewled.

And he shoved in to my limit.

The head of his fat dick bashed my cervix, and another wave smashed me apart.

I broke. I writhed. I screamed.

Impaled on the biggest cock I’d ever hoped to take.

He stilled inside me, letting me ride out my pleasure as my hips jerked in his hold.

After an unknown time, I managed to breathe again.

I blinked dazedly, staring at where Vrath and I joined.

I was barely halfway down his length.

“Holy haggis.” A hysterical laugh bubbled out of me. “That really is a weapon.”

He chuckled with me, but it only vibrated his thick girth inside me and I shrieked. My nails raked furrows down his arms and chest as sensation battered me from the inside out.

“Yes, little mortal.” He flashed me his dark fangs. “Now let me finally show you what I can do with it.”

He drew all the way out and slammed back in.

Blackness edged my vision. I lost all control as the feeling of being full overwhelmed me.

He braced me in the cocoon of his wings and pumped into me, bottoming out partway down his length each time.

One hand came up, his thumb brushing my needy clit in controlled strokes. The added sensation had my eyes rolling back in my head.

He pounded me harder. Faster.

Shoving pleasure through my entire body until I drowned in sensation. Choked on it.

“That’s it, mortal. Take. My. Fucking. Cock.” Each rough demand was punctuated by a harsher thrust.

Blood heated my fingertips as I scratched at him like a wild beast.

He roared, fucking me with a feral abandon. Each thrust pounded my cervix. Too good to hurt. His magic fizzled against me. His veined ridges raked my stretched inner walls.