Page 179 of To Scale the Emerald Mountain
“Oh, gods,” she moans.
My mouth reaches hers. “No gods here, my clove. Just me,” I say against her lips.
Sliding nearly all the way out of her soaking cunt, I thrust back in repeatedly, making her small tits bounce. “Do you want to come again while I claim you as mine?” I bare my teeth to her and push the tip of my tongue against the long, sharp point for emphasis.
“Please. I’m yours.”
The desperation with which she pleads makes my balls contract tightly, preparing to fill her to the brim with my cum.
But not yet.
“Tell me when you are there. Say the words, and I will sink my teeth into your flesh and you will never fucking be free of me.”
Ellya’s hands have moved to my ass, her fingernails clawing into my skin. She moans as she pulls me to her with each flexing thrust, meeting me stroke for stroke, clearly loving the feel of my cock.
“Yes, fuck me back, Elly.” Her movements increase with my encouragement while I work a hand between us to start rubbing her greedy clit, determined to make her come for me again.
“Alec,” she breathes while I work her relentlessly. “I’m there.”
Her cunt steadily tightens around me again. A deep, animalistic growl releases from my throat as I pull her hair roughly and turn her head to the side.
I scrape the tips of my canines against her exposed throat. “Mine,” I rasp possessively before sinking my teeth in, breaking the skin easily. Ellya pulses around me while she screams my name, and her blood coats my tongue.
Drawing deep from her, I pull forth a mouthful of her precious blood and groan into her neck. Ellya tastes of rich, spiced vanilla cream. Utterly fucking intoxicating. The euphoria that comes with consuming her blood is unlike anything I have ever experienced. Her fire courses through my veins, giving me new life as I pull vital pieces of her into myself. I draw another mouthful, and the cloying taste overrides my senses.
Moaning roughly into her skin, I drink down more and fuck her harder while she comes.
When I finally pull away, I watch Ellya’s face as the last waves of her pleasure pulse through her body. Her head is thrown back beautifully, and her sweat shines in the twinkling light of the desert stars.
Gazing down at her neck, the two punctures are already beginning to heal. I stroke my fingers through the mix of blood, sweat, and saliva over the forming white scars that will never fade—claiming her as mine until the day that true death steals her light from this world.
I thrust to the hilt, making Ellya cry out, and still inside of her.
My hips grind into hers slowly, savoring every piece of what belongs to me. “Mine,” I tell her again and capture her lower lip between my teeth, letting it slip out slowly. “If you thought my infatuation ran deep before, you were mistaken. You live within me now, and I will own every fucking part of you while you beg me to give you more.”
“Gods…” Ellya struggles for words, too captivated by me within her, plundering all that she has to give.
“No,” I chastise, grabbing her cheeks in my hand. “I am your only god now.”
Fucking her again with more vigor, my balls clench and my spine begins to tingle. Ellya glances down past my abs to where we join, mouth gaping in awe at the sight of my large cock stretching her wide.
Twisting my fist in her hair, I yank her head to the side. She resists, pulling back and tensing her neck to keep watching us fuck, causing my eyes to shine with glee. “Do you like the sight of me owning my cunt?” I growl.
“Yes,” Ellya breathes, watching as I take her.
“Yes, what?” I demand, wanting her to spit filthy words back at me.
She keeps her eyes locked on where I enter her, my pace gradually increasing. “I love watching you fuck me,” she says breathlessly.
Hearing her say the words sends a shock up my spine.
I want more.
“Tell me how it feels when I fuck my cunt.” My breaths are becoming more ragged.
“Oh, gods…” Ellya moans.
I tap her cheek in a scolding gesture, and she grits her teeth, grinding into me harder, calling my name to correct her mistake.
