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I undid just enough to free my cock, scooting back so it could rest between the crack of her ass while I leaned in, whispering in her ear, “You better figure out which god to pray to the next time you burn off my favorite pants.”
I felt the slight tremor wash over her body. No doubt she was planning to burn my pants purposely just to get her twisted reward. I reached between us, positioning the head of my cock at her entrance. I pushed just the tip in, teasing her before pulling back. Then I did it again. It didn’t take long before she squirmed beneath me, seeking out more. She was always such a starved little pet.
I loved her appetite, and she always had a way of making me cave. Giving in to her immediately, I slowly pushed the tip in, but this time I didn’t stop after just the head was in. I continued to push into her warm wet folds, feeling her mold around my hard cock as her walls gripped me like a glove. There was no better feeling in all the realms than being inside her.
Fully seated, I stopped to enjoy the feeling of her body welcoming my intrusion. It felt like our souls were locked together along with our bodies. She was the one soul out there, made to understand me in every way. And I understood her and knew exactly what she needed.
I sat up, pushing my hands down firmly on her lower back before pulling out. I slammed back into her, setting up a punishing rhythm as I fucked her into the forest floor. Occasionally, I would slap her ass, fighting to keep my masterpiece despite her vampire healing.
We fucked on the ground like a pair of animals, pants barely removed as we filled the trees with the sound of our pleasure. There wasn’t a single animal soul remaining when I pulled her up to her knees before mounting her again. Quick work from my fingers on her clit brought her back to that precious precipice, but this time I allowed her to scream out her orgasm as I bit into the tender skin of her flesh the moment she came.
I buried my cock deep inside her, my fangs buried in her neck as I held her while her walls gripped my cock, pulling my release from me. Slowly she melted into my firm embrace, her body going entirely lax as she finally felt free. I pulled my fangs from her first, reaching my hand up to her cheeks, finding tears. My fingertips slid through, collecting the drops to put over the punctures in her neck.
“I wanted to keep those,”she pouted into my mind.
“Maybe next time, Fox,” I said with a smile across my face that she wanted to wear my wounds. I broke her silencing spell before pulling my cock from her. My cum slowly leaked out, and I used my thumb to push it back inside her before pulling her pants back up over her ass to seal it in. I knew she couldn’t get pregnant, but I liked the idea of her carrying parts of me around with her.
“I think I may need a shirt before we go back to Hell,” Mor laughed as she straightened up. Sticks and leaves were stuck in her hair. The wide grin across her face made her look well and firmly fucked.
She held my hand as we slowly walked back to the cabin to take Fachnan back to the other dungeon and grab a shirt from the central part of the house. I had been bringing clothes here for her ever since the night she first learned how to shield her emotions. I watched her fingers slide over the blue-purple marks I left all over her skin. Her fingers caressed them reverently as little waves of pleasure floated from her whenever she touched one. She rinsed off most of the blood from her skin using the sink, while I headed for the closet.
Tossing her a shirt before heading down the stairs, taking a sharp right at the junction, I turned the handle to open the mold-covered door, “what the fuck?”
Fachnan was gone. Not dead, but physically missing. Even the bloody heap of flesh that had consisted of its wings before I cut them off was missing.
“Fuck,” I screamed out as I grabbed a pan full of sharp objects and threw them across the room. Storming over to the cuffs, I noticed they were still locked. “Someone freed Fachnan. Cut its hands and feet off and then carried it all out.”
White-hot rage filled me, and I felt my hands ball into fists. Someone had come in here while we were in the woods. I looked over to Mor, who zipped into the room sometime during my fit. Her beautiful bruises reminding me that she was entirely drained of power and at her most vulnerable. I also now had at least two souls I needed to look for. And next time I got ahold of one of them, there would be no chance for escape.
“Why take the pieces? Could we have used them to figure out the demon’s identity?”
“No Fox, but a demon can use severed parts to help them regrow their limbs in Hell. Or at least part of the cells can be saved if you get back in time. Either way, the demon will need a few days of healing to repair the damage we inflicted. We should head to the palace tomorrow and see if anyone is missing.” I sighed, looking around. This place was a total mess, and I simply didn’t have the energy to clean it all now. “Let’s get you back to Hell and start the regeneration process. If the others see you like this, they might not let me play with you as often.”
A smile stretched across her face, lighting up my heart. “They’ll have to find a way to deal with it.”
CHAPTER29
MORRIGAN
Iwalked back into the hunting cabin, unashamed of my bruises. Not that they would be noticeable in a few more minutes. The beautiful black violet had already begun to fade when I returned to the Hell realm. Jace sat at the table with some of the Fachnan files lying open. It looked like he had been pouring through them while we were gone. His head shot up as we entered, and he rushed over to me before the door closed.
“Jasper’s been raging since the moment he woke up and figured out you were off realm,” Jace warned me, but his tone wasn’t chastising. I could feel the waves of relief coming off him, but he wasn’t angry or annoyed that I had left without saying goodbye. I saw his eyes roam my skin, lingering in the places where the last of the bruises still held on to their yellow-green tint.
“How’s Jax?” I asked, the image of Jax’s face mixed in my memories with that of Fachnan hanging limply from the chains as smoke curled up from the burnt skin that remained on its face.
“Worried about me, Babe?” Jax’s voice sounded from the hallway that led back towards the bedrooms. He was leaning against the wall casually, his face fully formed with new skin. He looked entirely healed, at least on the outside. I watched his eyes rake over me, the one eye not moving in sync with the other.
I couldn’t help my feet as they carried me over to him, my hand reaching out to touch his face before pausing mid-air as my brain caught up to my body. I slowly lowered my hand back to my side as his one good eye followed the movement.
“How much still needs to be healed on the inside?” Other than his one eye, he looked entirely normal.
“It’s healed well enough for now,” Jax grumbled out in his steady, even tone. The faint scar on his neck was still visible, even on the newly regrown skin. I wondered exactly what magic needed to be used against a demon to inflict that kind of permanent injury.
“I’m fine,” Jax grumbled, clearly not being used to someone staring at him like I was.
“You should take him to the bedroom and give him a power boost to help the healing. That way, it doesn’t take for-fucking-ever to get him back in battle mode. There is still a wicked powerful demon that tried to kill us,” Jace suggested as he slowly walked our way.
I looked back towards the door and noticed Justice was missing. Guess that just left me to explain what happened when I was in the human realm.
