She rode my hand, her hips bucking at my fingers, her breath coming in sharp, needy pants as I ground my palm against her hot core, my thumb incessantly circling that tiny bundle of nerves.
Her body came off the mattress and my name caught on her lips.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growled, watching her fall apart for me.
I pulled back, letting her see all of me, every scar, every line. Her gaze tracked over me, reverent and wild, her hands reaching for the drawstring that held my sweatpants in place. She undid it, fingers fumbling desperately. I helped her, freeing myself, my cock hard and aching for her heat.
“I want you inside me, now,” she moaned, guiding the head of my cock to her entrance.
I hovered over her briefly, my cock hard, leaking, aching for her heat. I slid my arms around her, cupping her head in my hands and forcing her to look at me.
“Grace. If we do this…”
“Stop talking, Hellsing. I know what you're going to say, and I don't care anymore. I'm done playing games, I want you. I've always wanted you.”
“Fuck, Gracie.”
“Don't call me that,” she moaned as I guided myself to her entrance, sliding in slow, watching her face twist in pleasure as the head of my cock entered her. Her lips parted and a strangled cry slipped out as I filled her.
She seemed to savor every inch as she took me deep, her body greedy, her thighs tight around my hips. We moved together, a slow, grinding rhythm that built and built, every thrust deeper, rougher, hotter.
“Harder, Hellsing. I’m not made of glass, fuck me harder,” she begged and I obeyed.
Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I pounded into her, our bodies slick with sweat and want. Her spell wrapped around us, binding us tighter with every breath, every thrust.
“Peter!”
Grace clung to me as she shouted my name, her hands tangled in my hair, her mouth at my ear. She whispered my name, over and over, her voice breaking as I fucked her harder, chasing her pleasure, determined to wring every moan from her lips.
“I'm going to cum on your cock, Hellsing,” she moaned, her head falling back against the mattress.
“Fuck, you sexy, dangerous, beautiful witch,” I grunted. “What have you done to me?”
I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and I couldn't help but feel my chest swell with arrogance.
“You're at my mercy now, Gracie. My cock buried inside this pretty cunt. Destroying you in every way possible.”
“Hellsiiing,” she moaned, her body tightening as she chased the orgasm.
“That's my good little witch,” I reached down between us, watching her tots bounce as my thumb found her clit.
“Cum for me, Gracie. Cum for daddy's cock.”
“Oh my, G….” The word was barely choked out as I flicked her clit hard.
Her hips bucked, her tots shook as her orgasm washed over her curves. I bent down, fucking her through it as I took a plush breast into my mouth. Biting and sucking on it as she hugged me, spreading her thighs as I prolonged her orgasm.
My cock pulsed hard and my back arched as her pussy milked it for all it was worth. A swirl of soft energy flowed around us as my cock exploded inside of her. I felt her nails drag down my back, her hips grinding against me as I flooded her with my seed.
“Gracie,” I groaned, as I held her tight, reaching between us to find her wetness. I flicked her clit again, and I chuckled as her body locked tight around me, her nails digging into my skin, her cries muffled against my shoulder. I groaned, enjoying the pulse of her heartbeat squeezing my cock.
At that moment, I figured out that my heaven was being buried inside Grace Desdemone's warmth.
We lay tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin, the room still humming with the remnants of magic and sex. I traced the sigil on her chest with lazy fingers, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
She smiled at me, spent and sated. “How long have you been wanting to do that?”
“About as long as you have.” I brushed her hair back. “And you’re mine now. No demon, no bastard, no one is taking you from me.”
