My confession is broken up by sobs of pleasure.Baezal snarls, his eyes nearly entirely black.
“If that bastard ever comes looking for you, I’ll kill him,” he vows.“Gut him and make him watch me fuck you as his life slips away, knowing you were only ever mine.”
A scream is ripped from my lungs as I clench down tightly on his thrusting cock.My climax surprises me.It was Baezal’s words that had sent me over the edge.His devotion to me and the violence he vowed to inflict on the man who scared me for so long.The finality in his claim had sent me tumbling over the edge and headfirst into pleasure.
Arousal soaks us both as Baezal continues to power into me.Only once I’ve started to come down does he slow his thrusts.Pushing deep, he drops my legs and leans over me.Finding my mouth, he slicks his tongue against mine.My body feels like jelly.I can barely keep my eyes open, but Baezal just chuckles.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Before I can say another word, he pulls me from bed and sets me on my feet.Kissing me swiftly, he turns me towards the wall.His hands find my hips and gently tip me forward.With his help, he guides my right foot atop the barren nightstand.My palms flatten against the wall for balance.
His claws collect my sweat-soaked hair and drape it over my shoulder.I was tired before, but now, as I feel his tongue lick along my spine, I’ve come awake again.His knees hit the floor with a soft thud.Claws prick the cheeks of my ass as he gently spreads them apart.His tongue presses against my back entrance.I moan, my head falling against the cool stone wall.
Gently pushing his slick muscles into my asshole, I feel my breath catch.He doesn’t push too far until he retreats.His tongue licks into my pussy as if in a simple greeting.Nipping both of my cheeks, I hear him rise to his feet.His cock lines up with my entrance, and he enters me in one hard thrust.
It’s tighter this way.I have no doubt I’ll be sore tomorrow, and I welcome the discomfort.Arching my back, he pulls my hips away from the wall and kicks my feet apart.He powers into me, my ass cushioning the cradle of his hips.His scales drag inside me, the rhythm bordering between pleasure and pain.
His lips find my ear.
“Do you like this, sweet Willow?”he whispers.“Being fucked by a monster like you are his plaything.”
I nod, my forehead scraping against the wall.
“I love it.”
Baezal chuckles darkly, his hand raises to wrap around the length of my hair.He snatches my head back.My scalp prickles on the very edge of discomfort.
“My angel doesn’t act like a virgin.She opens her legs wider for me—begs me to take her harder.”His teeth bite into my neck, and I scream, clenching down on his cock.“You are a wanton woman—a vixen.You were forged in the flames of desire and need a rough fucking to keep you satisfied.”
My mouth opens on a moan.I look up at him, knowing what needs to be said to send us both falling deep into pleasure.
“And you think you’ll be able to keep me satiated?”
Baezal’s grin is pure male satisfaction.His hand slips over my hip and begins working circles on my clit.My breath catches, pleasure licks at my sweaty skin.When this next climax comes, it will decimate me more than the first one.
“I’ll keep you well fucked and cared for until the end of time.Pleasure will be the only thing you know.”His eyes blaze into mine.“The next time I fuck you, you’ll beg me to do it.Like a good girl with my cock in your mouth.”
His fingers continue to work my clit.My whole body begins to tremble as he powers into me.
“B—Baezal, I’m close.”
“Then come for me.Tighten your pretty cunt on my cock, and I’ll reward you with my seed.”
His thrusts become sloppy as my peak looms close.I work my hips backwards, meeting his thrusts with my own.He is impossibly deep.
“Come inside me, please, my love.I want it.”
The words slip from my lips, and my confession sends us both off the cliff.Shoving himself deep inside me, his fingers worry my clit until I erupt.I clench down on him hard as my body shakes with the force of my climax.Baezal thrusts into me one final time before his chest molds to my back.A torrent of hot seed fills me to the point of overflowing.
His sticky come trails down my inner thighs as he fuck the last of it into me.His lips trail open-mouth kisses along my shoulder.At last, I feel him fully withdraw.Immediately, I want him back.I can feel the phantom impression of him inside me.My heart reaches for his as my soul longs for the two of us to be entwined.
Gently, he turns me from the wall and settles me atop the mussed sheets.He disappears for a moment to retrieve a cloth and clean his release from my skin.Tossing the used rag aside, I open my arms for him to fall against me.Baezal chuckles as he rolls us into the center of the bed.I hum deep in my throat, too content to worry about him not returning my sentiments.I called him my love because he is, whether he feels the same or not.
I won’t let his silence ruin this perfect night.If he’s not ready yet, then I will gladly wait until he is.
The room grows dim as the candles burn nearly to their stumps.Our sweaty skin sticks together.Tiredness makes my body feel like mush.My eyelids grow heavy as I nuzzle deeper into his chest.
“That was perfect,” I murmur against his throat.
