I plunge my fingers deep inside her pussy.
“You’re the Don’s wife now, Kira,” I whisper in her ear, reaching back to unzip her dress. It billows forward, enough for me to pull it down, revealing her bare breasts to the moonlight. I kiss them, sucking her nipples, smearing my face across her chest. More blood against her pristine skin. “You’re marked by me. You’re owned by me now.”
“Fuck, Stellan,” she moans as my fingers continue fucking her, stroking in deep, teasing as my thumb grazes her clit. “This is all so fucked up.”
“Good.” I bite her lip. “Tell me you don’t want me to fill you to the brim right fucking here.”
She stares at me, eyes blazing, mouth open.
But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I bite her lip again and this time, I unbuckle my belt. She helps, greedily reaching down to stroke my hard cock. I growl into her mouth, kissing her, taking her and tasting her, unable to stop as she rolls her hands around the tip of my cock. I pull her hair back, making her moan before slipping her forward, down on her knees in front of the grave.
She takes my cock in her mouth, her dress half on, her bare breasts smeared with sticky red. She sucks and licks me, slurping and moaning around the head of my cock. I push her down, making her take more. “I want you to taste it all, Kira. Suck me until I’m soaking wet. Suck me and gag on my cock.” She moans, touching herself now, stroking her own pussy as she sucks me faster. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. My blood-stained bride fingering her pussy and choking on my cock.
I can’t take anymore. I drag her to her feet, bend her over the grave, and slide my cock deep inside her pussy.
Fuck, that’s heaven. I hold her there, filling her to the brim, my big dick spreading her out and stretching to her limits. She’s quivering as she pushes back into me, taking another half inch, kissing me over her shoulder.
I cup her breasts and hold them tight as I stroke back.
“Oh, fuck, Stellan,” she moans, her eyes looking up at the moon. Light shines across the graveyard in twirling, misty trails. “Oh my fucking god, keep going.”
I fuck her faster. She pushes back into me, grunting as I take her roughly.
“I dreamed I fucked you covered in red. Now I know it was the blood of my enemies.”
“Don’t stop. Fuck, I’m so close.”
I tear into my wife. I fill her to the brim, slapping my cock against her soft little body, tearing her to pieces. I reach around her hips and brush my fingers over her clit, and that finally makes her break.
She screams her orgasm. I shove my pussy-soaked fingers into her mouth as she comes. I feel her clenching down around me, pulsing as she shakes and groans, but I’m insatiable. I don’t slow down. I fuck her deeper, reveling in her beauty, and I finally tip headlong into pure bliss?—
I pull back. She slips down to her knees without me having to ask. Her mouth opens and I jam my shaft between her lips and explode on her tongue, my cum mingling with blood and spit.
I fill her mouth right there, fill her to the brim, leaving her covered in blood as she swallows every drop. She’s so beautiful drenched in sweat and tasting my seed. I drag her to her feet and kiss her, and she greedily kisses me back.
“Everything back in there—” I press my forehead to hers. “None of that matters.”
“It does to you.”
“No. This matters.” I slip my still-hard cock slightly deeper before pulling it back. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“Stellan—”
“Say it, Kira. Tell me you’re the Don’s wife. Tell me you’re sworn to me in blood.”
“I’m yours.” She blinks at me, wide-eyed, frightened again. I wonder how long that will last.
I step away.
For a moment, she stays there, leaning against the grave. Her dress around her middle, revealing blood-streaked breasts, blood-covered tights, matted hair, puffy lips. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful than her right in this moment. Itoverwhelms me, how badly I need her, and I try to push back against that feeling. I try to resist it. I’m the Don now, and my responsibility is to my family.
I don’t care. Kira’s my family now too.
She dresses almost like she’s shy. Once that’s done, I put myself back together, and we leave the graveyard holding hands.
If the driver wonders why we’re covered in blood, he doesn’t mention anything.
