Page 84 of Hidden Sacrifice
She came into view, and her feet slammed to a halt. By the time her body finally stopped, she stood directly in front of me. She was less than an arm’s length away, but I didn’t make a move. More like I couldn’t move at that moment; I had to admire the goddess before me.
I watched her breasts rise and fall with her labored breaths. Her cheeks were slightly pink from the exhilaration of the chase and the constant sting of the wind. Looking into her eyes finally broke my paralysis. I lunged for her, crashing our lips together as she made no move to escape from me.
We all knew she was simply too powerful, too perfectly created, to ever merely get caught. Even drained of all her power, she could easily evade and refuel on a squirrel if she needed it. Steven would offer his blood.
My fox only had one weakness: us. I felt my lips widen into a smile as she desperately kissed me. Her arms wound around my body like if she tried hard enough, she could pull us into one being. I nudged her body as I returned her kiss, coaxing her feet to shuffle.
Our tongues danced as our feet shuffled until I felt her back hit the tree’s rough bark. She groaned into my mouth as she pulled on the back of my head with her hands. She was begging me, daring me to crawl up inside her before she would be satisfied. I pressed my hard cock into her, pushing her back even harder against the tree.
“Make it hurt, Justice,” she whispered, pulling me back from the kiss by my hair.
“You like being bitten, right Fox?” I asked, showing my teeth. I could feel my canines slowly lengthening as I magically rearranged some of my cells into forming fangs that would give Jace envy.
Mor smiled up at me. She bit her lip slightly, showing off one of her fangs. Her gaze turned curious as her eyes roamed my body, “where did you take it from?”
I laughed, watching as she inspected me.
“Oh, I just took a few inches from my dick. That’s why I keep it so big in the first place,” I said entirely casually. The look of horror that crossed her face nearly made me laugh.
“No. It was so perfect. Put your dick back together and just stab me or something,” she said almost frantically.
“Good to know my dick is perfect, Fox. I just took a few cells here and there from around my whole body. The fangs didn’t take much to create.” This time I didn’t hold back my laughter, which turned into a groan as I felt a hand squeeze my cock.
“Everything seems right so far. Maybe you should make me take a better look?” she suggested, looking wicked.
“You haven’t learned who’s in charge of my dick, have you, Pet?” I said as I grabbed the silencing spell from my skin before placing it on her lips.
Her power surges during orgasm were always enough to break the spell, but here she was, drained. I loved to watch her demeanor change, instantly becoming more compliant. This was the only way she could truly let go and simply enjoy the experience.
“That’s much better, isn’t it, Fox. We are still in my dungeon, and the rules of my dungeon are simple. No safe words. I do what I want until I feel like doing otherwise. So, you will be my good little pet, and I promise; I’ll make it hurt.”
Her answering grin was all the confirmation I needed. She was too much like me. We needed the pain. We required the control stripped away so we could finally have a moment to feel what we needed to feel. I understood the freedom she craved, and I was precisely the demon to give it to her. I took a step back, and she released me instantly. Her body obediently posed, awaiting instructions. She must need this bad.
“Turn around,” I said. My cock stiffened as she immediately obeyed, facing the tree.
I fit myself up against her back, running my fingertips across the slowly healing line made by my last slash of steel. I could feel her heart beating so quickly that it sounded like the beating heart of a small rabbit. I flexed my hand, bunching up the shredded material in my fist before ripping the shirt from her body. It tore away quickly, barely making any marks on her skin.
I palmed her breasts through the thin sports bra she wore. The blade had cut rips into this material as well. My hand grabbed and roughly massaged one and then the other as I pressed my hard cock against her ass.
“Put your hands on the tree, Fox. Push that glorious ass back.”
Her ass ground into me as she braced herself against the tree. My hands slid down to grab her by the hips hard enough to bruise as I pulled her against my cock. I heard her groan as she pushed back harder, and I tightened my grip. Grabbing ahold of the waist of her pants, I sharply yanked them down below the round cheeks of her ass.
The skin of her ass was fresh cream, a blank canvas begging for color. A quick flip of my wrist turned one cheek red and then another as I quickly but gently spanked her, warming up the skin as I called her blood to the surface. She whimpered with each hit but eagerly settled in for more, encouraging me to continue.
My pace started to slow as I increased force, being sure to make each strike provide her with a zip of pain. Her whimpers turned into longer, more drawn-out moans. I loved this silencing spell; I still got to hear all her sounds of pleasure. Only words were blocked; raw, primal communication.
I smoothed my hand over her skin, no longer cream but various shades of red. My hand slipped quickly between her thighs and straight for her dripping wet folds. Two fingers slid easily inside her, feeling just how wet she was for me.
My knees sunk to the hard forest floor as I pulled my fingers free in favor of spreading her cheeks so my tongue could replace them. She tasted smoky and tart on my tongue, like her scent. I could drown in her essence. Her love is the only poison strong enough to excite me. I feasted on her, running my tongue across her clit before plunging inside to collect my reward. She sang out a song for the entire empty forest with her breathless moans and her mewling whimpers. I kept her so close to the edge, but I wouldn’t let her tumble away just yet. My Jack needed more Jill before tumbling down that hill.
Just as she built again, I released her, sitting back on my heels with a smile on my face as she turned to me, furious. She looked extra adorable when she was mad. She lunged at me, but her pants were too awkwardly positioned to allow her to move much. I caught her before she hit the ground, pressing her back to my chest while taking us to the forest floor. I pinned her with my body, her face down against the ground. I wrenched both her hands above her head, securing them with one hand. My knees were on both sides of her waist, boxing her in with my frame.
I grabbed a knife from its sheath, cutting the remains of her bra from her body. I threw the knife into the trunk of a nearby tree before running my hand across her back. There were already lines and marks beginning to form. It is a form of slow art as you watch them develop after the touch.
My fingers traced her spine, following the gentle slope until I reached my aching cock. I gave it a reassuring squeeze before releasing her hands in favor of unclasping all my harnesses to free my cock.
“This is why I burn your fucking pants off; it takes too long,”her voice came with light laughter into my mind.
