Page 18 of The Surrender

No…I remind myself, reinforcing the stronghold of rationalizations and justifications inside me. He’s a deity. He’s a god. If he desired, he could have consumed whatever was left of my soul. If Quinn can consider herself lucky to be the prized slut of the Gods of the Waste, however, they’ve called her a queen, surely, I can consider myself lucky, proud, and honored to be the prized slave of the God of the Five Realms beyond the Waste.

But the harder he grips the handles and saws back and rocks in again like a fucking bull to defile me, the last thing I feel is pride.

“That’s right, little soul. You are Nereya. You are mine. Get wetter for me,” he commands and knifes his entire hand inside my gaping slit.

I arch my back when he scissors his fingers. And choke on a silent scream as he rearranges my insides, driving that thick iron rod deep into my organs. He strips my breath away.

“I’m going to get all the way in there, and you will take all of me and thank me for the honor I bestow when I fuck you.”

When he pulls out all the way to his tip, the cold air assuages the smoldering ring, but I know it’s just the calm before the storm.

“Look at me,” he growls, commanding my eyes.

I flick my gaze at him. Do my best to imagine him like a window. Stare through him, Qora. I’m not strong enough to meet his eyes. Little use when it’s like looking through a window into my own soul. I’d rather hold fast to him, to the pain he’s giving me than be forced to face the monsters of my soul.

A feral grimace twists his features. Cold horror washes over me because I already know I haven’t done well enough. He’s not convinced. Instead, he’ll punish me more for it.

“Kiss me,” is his next command.

I’m a second too late in arching to meet his mouth. He crushes my lips with his, but instead of a claim of dominance and desire, of soul-consuming and heart-shattering possession, Kronos bites at my lips, stabs his tongue inside, and proves his power over me.

My heart burns with violent envy when I remember how Quinn felt whenever the Kings punished her and fucked her. Even when they treated her like a slave, they proved that they were just as much of a slave to her. Back then, our senses were still bonded to one another. I felt her reverence. I felt the emotion welling up in her chest from the thought of them punishing her because it meant they wanted her. She belonged to them and they to her.

I belong to Kronos. Nothing more.

He proves it when he slams into me and forms a fist, forcing my battered pussy to suck his entire hand. What’s worse is how he forces my pleasure. I’d rather just have the pain, and he knows it, but he forces the walls of my cunt to spasm, tighten, and convulse around his fist.

“Scream for me,” he demands in a whisper against my mouth. And owns my every climax while he rams my back hole harder.

I don’t even know if I’m screaming right. Quinn has done it plenty of times, and I use her as a technique, but the Emperor knows it’s forced. Still, my juices splatter as he fucks me. They drown his fist.

All the blood drains from my face when Kronos jerks his hand out of me, prompting a sharp shudder throughout me.

Then, he rubs his wet thumb across my lips to utter, “There she is. There’s my little Nereya,” he adds, and I know what he sees from the tears stinging my eyes to the way my whole body quakes as if my skeleton is rattling—ready to shift and seize and rupture to cave in all my skin, flesh, and blood.

Satisfied by whatever he’s seen, Kronos jerks hard one last time. Not once does he lose his stoicism. If, for one moment, I could see the pleasure burning through him, I could find a sliver for myself. Instead, I freeze as he ejects himself from that depraved hole and spurts his cum all over my body in hot ropes to cover my stomach, my breasts, my neck, and my face.

“A fissure. Hardly more than a hairline crack,” he says while pushing his brow to mine and rubbing the cum into my nipples. “You’ll give me more tonight, little mine.”

Before I can blink, much less process what he may mean, Kronos extends his claws and slashes five long and clean stripes across his chest. Blood trickles onto my front. I flinch, cage a whimper in my throat as he rubs the blood into the cum, mixing the fluids to a faded scarlet tint. Horror rips through me. It curdles my blood. I swallow down the fear as he covers me with his essence, digging the blade in deeper with more proof of his power.

He's fucking with my head, with my soul.

Tweaking my nipples, the Emperor continues, roaming the fluid-coated hands lower to rub his blood upon my pussy and thighs. Covered in him from head to toe from his sweat to his saliva to his cum and his blood. When a hot, wet stream escapes his dick to soak my lower half, my whole body ruptures into chronic tremors.

The worst part is the arousal he’s ignited.

“Yes, Nereya, you understand now, don’t you?” He coaxes while rubbing a thumb across my swollen clit. “There is nowhere you may go that I cannot follow. I can cover you in my blood, cum, and piss, but it’s in here...” he taps the side of my head and presses his chest onto mine, “...where you cannot escape. It’s why I’ve kept you since the moment I created you. All of your firsts belong to me. Your first breath, your first touch, your first fucking, and now this. My essence does not merely cover your skin. I am within your soul, your mind, your blood, in the very fabric of your cell matter.”

My pulse quickens from his words. And when he brushes his lips across mine in a tender and bewildering kiss, a moan escapes my mouth. He plays with my clit while he seduces me with his tongue. By the time he shoves his cock into my pussy again, I’m panting. And orgasm as soon as he buries himself to the hilt.

“Say your name,” he commands again.

“Yours.”

I’ve said the right thing. Because he finds his release while kissing me. Worst of all is when he picks me up and carries me to the adjoining chamber where his hands are gentle as they bathe every inch of me, tend to all my wounds, and care for all my needs...and wants. He pleasures me until I fear the orgasms will split me apart.

Even as he dries me with a clean towel, tucks me into his bed, wraps me in his arms, licks away my tears, I remember his prior words: I am within your soul, your mind, your blood, in the very fabric of your cell matter.

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