Page 67 of The Vampire's Thirst
“What is the OneCreator’s plan for my Aeternals?” Gahya bit her lower lip.
Ohngel rocked his hips, increasing the speed and rhythm, adding to his pleasure. “I. Don’t. Know.” He snagged Gahya’s hand, forcing it to ride his aroused flesh. “Harder, goddess.” His fist clenched over hers, squeezing as his balls drew up and he exploded into the air.
After some moments, he spoke. “There now. I can concentrate.”
“I can’t.” Bending her head, she reached out with her tongue to lick the head of his penis.
His partially flaccid member sprang to life. “Do it, Gahya.”
“My gift to you.” She wrapped her moist lips around the crown of his cock before she sucked him in deep. What was not in her mouth, she gripped, riding up and down his length, her slurping sounds pleasing to his ears.
Ohngel palmed the sides of her head, thrusting forward, fucking her mouth with a steady but quick cadence. “Yes. Take me to the back of your throat.”
She reached down to cup his balls as she sucked harder.
The fire-winged warrior arched his back, pitched his hips, and restrained Gahya so she could not escape his plundering cock.
The assassin of the OneCreator, one of his Feared, erupted into her mouth, down her throat. He was a beast with insatiable appetites even he could not leash.
He pulled out inch by inch with a groan.
With a pat on her head, Ohngel sighed. “What were we discussing?”
“My creatures and Gabriel’s Homo sapiens. Should I worry?” Gahya wiped a forearm across her lips, a very ungoddess-like gesture.
“The OneCreator and Gabriel were whispering about something.”
“What?”
Ohngel shook his head. “Perhaps, they have another bet going.”
“The OneCreator does not bet. He watches from the sidelines. I could seduce Gabriel into telling me.”
“The prick would welcome your attention.”
“Many do.” She sniveled. “Are you not jealous?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“Yes. No. Jealousy bores me. Sex with the same male bores me.”
“That’s my little goddess. Self-absorbed to the core. You have no feelings for me or anyone besides yourself, Gahya.”
“What does that matter?”
Ohngel stroked her cheek with a gentle hand. “It does not, but it should, my dear. I hope someday you find a male who says such things matter.”
“No offense, Ohngel. Though I may be weaker in strength than any of your gender, I am stronger in will, blacker of heart. That is how I control males.”
“Ah. I feel you are correct, my lovely Genitrix, but do you never tire of the games?”
“They and desire are the only relief in this endless eternity. You have war. I have games.”
“Seek meaning.”
“Pfft. The search for meaning is a waste of time. Gabriel’s creatures are innocent, you say?”
Ohngel shrugged. “His words.”
