Page 93 of Death God

He lifted my waist and pounded into me brutally, his scent of powerful male, pine, and spring rain caressing me, intoxicating and addictive.

“You smell so damn good, Bride,” he gasped. “I’ll never get tired of fucking you and sniffing you.”

“Sniffing is a shifter thing,” I informed him before I whined, “You haven’t given me oral pleasure today, vampire.”

“Already complaining, Bride?” He plunged into my molten core.

I arched my back and lifted my ass to take him in even deeper. He allowed me this time.

“Will you lick me tonight?” I asked breathlessly.

“It depends,” he said and drove into me. “Now tell me, who owns this pussy?”

“Huh?”

“Who owns this tight, hot pussy?” he growled. “Answer it right, and I’ll allow to you fuck me back. You want that, don’t you, little monster? I know you want to ride my cock from Hell to Heaven.”

“Well, I might be ambitious,” I said between breathless moans, “but I’m not that ambitious. I just want to fuck you from one room to another.”

He wasn’t pleased with the answer, so he drove into me so hard that it brought tears to my eyes. Then he delivered a sequence of brutal thrusts at blinding speed. We always tested each other’s limits because we could and we loved to.

“Who owns this pussy?” he demanded again.

“Perhaps you own it?” I whimpered.

“Say it again like you mean it,” he ordered, pounding into me at fever pitch.

“You own this needy cunt,” I said, finally giving up. “You fuck it whenever you want and wherever you want.”

“That’s more like it,” he purred in my ear before he lifted my ass high in the air and drove into my aching pussy like a savage.

The Vampire God was ravaging my cunt without a care, yet I loved every second of it. My pussy burned for him. Everything in me lit up for my mate. He knew it, and he twisted me into nothing but a pure carnal beast.

Why did I care? He called me his little monster anyway.

“You’re everything to me, Sunshine,” he said. “I’m yours, always, and only yours.”

I pumped my hips vehemently, riding his cock. “My cunt aches for you every second.”

A sound rumbled from his chest.

“Let me destroy this cunt for all other men.” He then demanded, “Now, do your vibrating thing, Bride.”

“It’s not on call, sugar.”

“Do it, Bride! Or you’ll see more punishment coming, more than you can take.”

I swayed my hips. “What will I get if I make you happy?”

“Anything you want.”

I already had everything I ever wanted.

So I vibrated.

I was a storm. I was a dragon. And I was death in the living flesh.

The Vampire God might be the only one who could take me as I was. He thrust into me wildly as I continued to vibrate, his cock growing larger and harder, and a beastly sound rumbled in his chest.

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