So what better way to pass the time than to play with my favorite mortal’s dreams? Even though she put on a brave face the way she had since I’d dragged her to my realm days ago, I knew she was terrified.
She needed a distraction, and I needed to drown myself in her as much as fucking possible. I savored every sweet cry that fell from her perfect lips, every flex and flutter of her inner muscles as they gripped my dick tight, every gasping breath.
I threw all of myself into tormenting her in that wicked way that had her pussy sopping, thick pearls of arousal rushing down her legs and making her flesh glisten in the dull red light that illuminated the Styx.
I adjusted my hold on her raven hair, wrapping the long trusses around my wrist like a leash before sinking my fingertips back into her scalp, my nails scraping her flesh hard enough to leave angry red welts just visible beneath her roots.
Wrenching her head back, I pulled her up on her knees so her back was flush against my chest and pressed the supple flesh of her cheek against my ruined lips. “Fuck, there’s nothing that makes my dick harder than when I see your pretty skin turn red and bloody for me.”
“O–of course you like it, you depraved fuck,” she huffed. Her eyes dropped to the rushing waters below, beads of crimson clinging like dew to her dark lashes. “It’s the color of death.”
My mouth curled with a smile against her cheek, and when I laughed, my breath washed over her face, making her blush deepen in hue. “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. Red is thecolor of life…” Keeping one hand anchored in her hair, I took my other and dragged a sharp nail down her jawline.
She shivered, and the baby hairs on her nape rose as I sliced the shallowest of cuts into her flesh. Her gaze darted back to me, side-eyeing me as best she could with the way I had her held as I lapped up the bead of blood dripping from the fresh wound.
“Only the living bleed,” I purred, the sound melting into a growl as the taste of her blood bloomed across my tongue. “Why do you think I had such an aversion to seeing you dressed in black when you first arrived in Limbo? That’s the color of death, and you, my bratty mortal, are very much alive.”
“That’s funny.” The corner of her mouth lifted into a messy, lopsided grin, strands of her wet hair clinging to her bloody face. “I think I wear death well.”
To emphasize her meaning, she writhed her hips, which had my dick throbbing inside her tight little ass.
“That you fucking do.”
I shoved her head back into the water and smirked at the bubbles rushing to the surface as she struggled to breathe. We’d already played this game once before in the bathtub back home, and I’d gotten stabbed for it, but she couldn’t fool me.
She fucking loved when I catered to her darker, more twisted appetites. There was still a part of her human sensibilities that felt a hint of shame for getting off on things like this. I’d strangle that part out of her yet.
I spit on her backside—normally, there wasn’t as much saliva as there would be in my Lord of Bones form—but since this was a dream, I could tweak the details. I could do anything, be anything in this altered reality, though all I wanted was to fuck my little human senseless.
Large gobs of saliva slid down between her ass cheeks and oozed around where I penetrated her. With a few more thrusts, I coated my shaft in the makeshift lube.
This was a dream, so we didn’t necessarily need the extra lubrication, but I liked the way her skin shimmered under the film of my saliva and the obscene sounds that filled the air as I fucked into her.
The swirling pleasure mounted. My balls drew up. My ministrations grew more frantic as I chased my release with feral desperation.
I smacked her ass. Once. Three times. Five. I kept spanking her, addicted to the little rush of bubbles every time my hand slapped the round globe of her ass. With every strike, she clenched around me.
With her ass thoroughly pinked and covered in several welts in the smeared shape of my hand, I turned my attention back to her clit. I pinched it with just enough pressure to have her clenching in that telling way.
She was coming.
Fuck. The dark magic I’d cast to make it so I never had to leave her heat again.
My hand left her clit to grab her by the back of the neck and wrench her head from the water one final time. She came, hard. An animalistic sound crawled up her throat, wet and garbled and thick with pleasure.
It was with that that I unloaded into her ass. I pulled out before I’d finished dumping the copious amount of seed inside her, just for the pleasure of watching the milky ropes ooze from her ass, connecting us before they snapped and coated the backs of her thighs.
My fingers encircled my shaft, and I pumped myself a few more times, draining the last of my seed from my balls before wiping my head on her ass cheek. Then, I gathered her in my arms, spinning her around to face me.
“You did so fucking good for me, treasure.”
She coughed, bloody drops of water streaming down her flushed face. “You keep calling me that, like you think I’m some kind of prized possession.”
I adjusted her in my arms so her feet didn’t touch the bottom of the gondola and locked her eyes with mine, holding them while I dragged my tongue over her clavicle and lapped up the drop of water pooling at the hollow of her throat. “That’s exactly what you are.”
My little human gave the tiniest of huffs. “Do you abuse all your favorite things?”
She was too thoroughly fucked to argue much, but she’d always use the last bit of her breath to be defiant, down to the very end. I fucking loved that about her.
