Page 59 of His True Beloved

Her fingers trailed down each part of my stomach, even the sides that I had known to be ticklish when I was a fangling now lost. Christine looked so perfect, sitting in a tunic made from the cotton trees of Bergarian. It took great lengths to order it and have it delivered, but it was well worth it. She looked like a goddess.

Her once painted face, full of running black tears now gone, the pink of her natural cheeks flared as she stared down at me. Her beautiful blonde hair, recently brushed and hung over her breasts, had me gripping her thighs. “You are so beautiful, my beloved.” My fingers ran up her hips. This wasn’t what I intended, not to be sexual after a long day of her emotional turmoil. Still, my body reacted so beautifully to her.

The wrinkled tunic was pushed up, showing her delectable thighs and her wide waist. Perfect for holding any children she would want one day. She was everything opposite from what many humans wanted, some stick-thin model with enormous breasts.

She had the curves of a woman that any supernatural would kill for.

“Mine,” I whispered. I sat up, putting both hands to the side of her face. She did the same, our hands touching every part of each other’s faces, as to memorize each indention, each line. Our hearts continued to beat as one while our mouths explored.

It was soft at first. The devotion she gave me had one of my hands leave her face to cup behind her neck. I couldn’t let her stop, not now. Her breasts leaned in, grazing my bare chest. I groaned, feeling her nip at my lip. “I need to make you mine,” I murmured. “But if you want me to—”

“Please,” she begged. “It’s killing me inside.” Concentrating, I did feel it. Her heart ached as much as mine did. I wasn't sure how we came to be so close, so quickly after I told her she was destined to spend eternity with me, but I wouldn’t question it.

Not when she is right here.

The bond had pulled us closer; we were more meant to be with each other than that of my first. I knew that now, and the goddess had smiled upon me. “Do you know what happens?” I muttered, pulling off the tunic I had just placed her in.

“No,” she mumbled. I take in the glory of her breasts as she takes a deep, laboring breath. “No,” she mumbled again, my mouth descending, sucking on the pink nipple. Her fingers threaded through my hair, pushing me into her breast. My other hand grabbed the extravagant handful. I squeezed, feeling their weight.

“I’ll bite you.” I let go of her nipple with a pop. “Here.” I traced around her shoulder. “I’ll seep my venom into you, claiming your soul, marking you as mine.” Christine let a shuddering breath escape her, her hands holding my shoulders. “Then I’ll lick the wound and bite you again here.” I licked the side of her neck. “To feed from you.” My cock twitched beneath her, her core rubbing against my pants.

“Will… will I change like you then?” her blue eyes batted their ridiculously long lashes at me.

“Not tonight, my beloved, but soon. I’ve waited too long to claim you. Tonight, you will feel nothing but pleasure beneath me.” She gasped, my fingers kneading her hair, my lips bruising hers, causing nothing but sweet redness to fill them.

Tugging at my linen pants, she unknotted them with one hand. I raised a brow, but she only chuckled as she pulled the string. “Girl scout,” she muttered. Not understanding nor caring, I pulled off my linens, pushing her into the mattress as I assaulted her neck with kisses. Nipping at her exposed neck causing small cuts to appear.

As much trouble she had to endure as a child, having to watch every scrape and bruise for clotting, it made my job easier. I could taste her blood quickly and effectively, not waiting for the blood to pour into my mouth. Along with no clotting factor, my venom somehow closed her wound much faster.

Not that it will matter once she has changed, but it was still a nice touch from the goddess.

Christine moaned, feeling the venom numb her cuts as I licked her body. My hand traveled down her belly and thigh until I cupped her mound. Her hips jerked, wiggling beneath my hand. “Please,” she begged, running her fingers through my hair. I smiled down at her, loving how needy she was.

She wants me as much as I want her.

My cock strained, dripping cum down her leg as my lips trailed lower. My fingers had already parted the delicious core I wanted, and with one swipe from bottom to top with my tongue, she cried out.

Swirling my tongue around her small, hardened nub, my fingers entered her, forcing her to take two at a time while I ate her pussy. The cum that dripped from her body and fell into my mouth as I drank it all was a rapture.

Christine’s delicate hands reached into my hair, pulling me closer to her pussy. I chuckled, sucking on her clit as her back arched. “Oh my god!” She fell apart, her fingers grazing my scalp with her nails. I groaned, feeling the sting. I couldn’t wait until she could actually pierce my skin, and let me feel the pain and pleasure it gave me all at the same time.

As she arrived down her high, my tongue parted her lips again. “No.” She quivered beneath me, trying to pull me away. I rolled her to her side, lifting one leg in the air with my hand while the other lay lifeless on the mattress. This gave me a great view of her pussy, and a new direction in which my tongue could devour her. Christine being sprawled out so open to my eyes gave me the perfect view of not just her pussy, but her ass as well.

Christine’s breasts heaved, her fingers plucking her nipple. Watching her mouth hanging open, the small thrusts of her hips to my mouth had me grind my cock into the mattress. It was an unbelievable sight, watching my tongue and fingers fuck her.

“I can’t! Too much!” Her fingers fell from her breasts, her hand trying to push my face away. I growled, more so than I have ever done in her presence which made her still. “I’ll have my fill, little human.” My voice came out cold, stern. Her eyes widened, her heart aflutter as I continued to lick and suck.

My goal was to have her squirt. I swore to myself she would feel more pleasure than she had ever felt, making sure that the incubus that dared take her the first time was wiped from her memory. “Sebastian!” she whined, her face thrashing on the pillow. “Let go, my beloved. Spill it all into my mouth.”

A deathly cry left her, enough for the whole house to hear, but the heavy locks on the door would keep them from coming. Only a fool would dare knock on the door of a freshly found mated couple.

Her core wept. It fell from her body like a raging waterfall as I licked her clean. She panted, pulling at her hair. Crawling toward her, my eyes ablaze with lust, my cock rubbed up and down her inner thigh.

“Are you ready to take me?” Her eyes held tears. My hand went to her cheek as I hovered over her body. “Christine?” I said with my voice laced with uncertainty.

“Yes.” She shook. “That… oh, wow.” I smiled, kissing her lips.

“Not done yet,” I purred in my throat. “Just wait until I’m sheathed inside you.”

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