His hands spread over my stomach, with his claws grazing my flesh. The child inside kicked as if greeting its father. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“The final cycle, Lucia.” His breath was burning hot as he nuzzled my throat, right where the killing cut would go. “My eternal wife. At last.”
“No.” The word was a whimper, but in my mind, the four dead Lucias howled.
“You signed for this, my love,” he said, waving his fingers in the air.
Vines wrapped around my wrists, yanking them toward the headboard. His fingers curled around my plain cotton knickers, tugging at them until he pulled them off my body. I struggled against the vines, but they tightened their grip, biting into my flesh.
His claws trailed over my swollen breasts, scraping against my nipples before he blew on them. A lazy smile appeared, showcasing his unnatural, pointed teeth.
“I-I wouldn't have signed for this,” I said, shaking my head.
“You were once a devout follower of mine.”
His long tongue wrapped around my nipple while his knees nudged my thighs, spreading them open. Fingers traced my wet folds. My legs jerked, but his solid mass prevented me from closing them.
His tongue squeezed until milky white droplets formed and dripped onto his tongue. With a groan, he released me but covered my breast with his mouth, sucking so hard that I gasped in pain. His fingers pushed into my pussy, stretching me like his cock had last night.
I could feel our pulsating connection, but I wanted to deny it. A tear rolled down the side of my face. I preferred his lies to the horror of the truth.
Chapter 6
Bael
Her sweetness was my damnation.
The first drop of milk that beaded on her breast was divine torment. I lapped at it, my forked tongue scalding her delicate skin, and the taste was sweet and sacred. It seared me deeper than any hellfire.
This is the last time. The last death, I told myself, even as my claws flexed against her heaving breasts.
But watching the light fade from her eyes never grew easier.
I pushed all four fingers inside her tight hot cunt, forcing her to adjust to the girth. My girl never let me down. Her sloppy cunt soaked my fingers, allowing me to pump my fingers in and out of her. I released her nipple and sat up to see her flesh stretched out around my hand like an open flower in full bloom.
My cock strained against my loincloth, and I unfastened the tie, pulling it off to set free my cock. Her eyes widened comically when she saw the length. I rubbed the leaking tip, smearing the liquid around the tip until it shone.
The hunger in her eyes became rampant. I leaned over her swollen belly to place my thumb on her lips. Her lips parted, and she sucked my juices up like a hellwhore in heat.
“What do you need, Lucia?” I asked, brushing my thumb over her clit.
“Fuck me, Bael,” she moaned before she sucked on my thumb again.
This was her true nature.
Our truth.
Our twisted union.
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” she snapped back at me.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy to see her gaping hole. I brushed the tip of my cock around her opening, smacking it against her clit a few times before teasing her stretched hole until she begged. The sweet, desperate cries were my undoing.
The head of my cock pushed into her welcoming hole, clenching it as I pushed against the soft walls of her cunt. I gripped her hips, raising them as I moved closer, pressing deeper until my moan joined hers. Her pussy looked obscenely stretched around my heavy cock, but it wasn't enough. It never was.
I raised her leg and rested it on my shoulder. This was the last time I would see her carrying our child. The child who sealed our pact. Her pretty blue eyes were dilated. She was ready.
