Page 12 of Death C*mes Inside Her
“Yes!”
The room glows white. Translucent shimmering fabric in waves down the walls. The overwhelming scent of sweet roses fills my nose, the floor covered in pastel petals and rose buds.
A cool weight spans the base of my ring finger. When I look, the sparkle from the gigantic diamond forces me to blink as it’s brilliance seems to contain a source of light all its own.
I feel the lace on my skin. I’m in the dress of my dreams. I finger the little fabric-covered buttons that line the center of my body, the collar high at my neck, making me feel like a queen.
The weight I felt before returns to my head, only this time, when I raise my hands to check, a cool metal crown is perched there.
“I added the crown, because you are my queen. I want the world and the underworld to know you belong to me. I will protect you, but I will also mark you, inside and out. Your body will know only my touch, from now until eternity.”
I shiver as I drop my eyes to see that his black cock is... breathing. It expands and contracts, the slit at the tip opening and closing like it is drawing in air, panting, inching toward me as I gasp and look up to see Aios shrug.
“He’s impatient.” Aios says on a low chuckle. “Daddy has many surprises as I told you. My cock has a mind of it’s own and he is ready to mark our bride.”
“Is it…” I clear my throat. “Getting bigger?”
Aios nods. “I do not know how big it gets. I’ve never mated before, but my seed will make sure it fits. It will be a struggle.”
“I’m not scared,” I lie as the flesh grows in front of my eyes, the sides growing what looks like barbs covered in black curved bumps, thick vines of what could be veins pulsing and throbbing.
“You should be. Now, lie back, little witch. I’ve given you your dream wedding, but my dream is to tear that pretty dress from my wife’s body and mark you so deeply your bones will be etched with me.”
I sink into the mattress, staring up at a canopy carved with vines and roses. Strange words are burned into the now-white beams in a language I don’t know. The bed dips as he kneels between my thighs.
His hands glide up my legs, ice and heat mixing together with the rough scrape of the skin that covers his gray muscle. Then I feel a tug, and a loud tearing sound breaks through the storm above, and the glorious dress is in tatters, hanging off my body in strips but the crown stays as though it is part of me now.
I flinch, and his mouth opens, not exactly a smile but as close as bared teeth in a skull can get to looking amused.
“Sorry.” He glides his tongue over his teeth. “You look so beautiful wife.”
I smile. I know I am meant to be his. I don’t care that he is from hell, if that is in fact where he lives. I just want to be with him, carried and protected by this black and gray creature that makes me feel safe.
“You’ll belong to me. Every part of you,” he says, lowering until his breath chills the heat coming from my wetness again. “You will never be harmed again. Never be alone.”
The promise shudders through me, and my hips lift helplessly. “Yes. I don’t ever want to leave you.”
“Good girl. You will take the pleasure from my mouth again, it will soften your human opening.”
He lowers his mouth to me again, his teeth scraping. The bone in which they are lodged is hard, but his tongue, oh Lord, that tongue is so…alive.
It’s light and dark and hot and cold, all twisted together like a strand of pliant wet licorice. The tiny serpent that lives in his mouth comes out to tickle and torture me until thought dissolves. Sounds I don’t recognize tear free. The fireplace clicks and flares alive, heat washing over bare skin as if the house wants me warm for him.
When I look up, Aios looks taller, broader, and the cock, oh good gravy, that cock.
He grips it down at the base, stepping back in order to push it downward and line it up with my clenching sex. He’s so beautiful, I barely notice when the tip presses to my opening and his hand starts to move up and down the shaft, those barbs on the sides snapping up and down as he strokes over them.
“You need to be taken care of,” he groans. “That will be my purpose now.”
Pleasure rips me apart a second time as he lands the tip of his cock in a slap onto my clit, then presses it again to my willing opening, jerking his hand up and down, up and down.
“Look at me.”
I drag my eyes open.
“I’m going to keep you,” he says, as light seems to crackle around us. “I’m going to fill you with my claim. My seed will ease the pain for the first time.”
Watching him pleasure himself has a new tension balling in my belly. His hand slaps up and down, the tip just inside me, and I want more, more, more.
