Ice washed through my shivering muscles an instant before a glimmer of understanding lit a horrible candle in my brain. Feeding my orgasm with dawning horror, even as I shuddered and shook where I was impaled by the instrument of my doom.
Amusement licked through my blood, and he answered my unspoken question in a voice I’d never heard before. “You are mine,” he crooned, and began to ride me anew. Each deliberate thrust cramming another wave of energy through the gates of my sterile cunt. “Mine to use…” He curled around my back, covering me from thigh to nape, and set his lips to my ear. Nipping at my lobe, he sprinkled a pinch of pain into the riot of blinding pleasure. “Mine to soil…” Power dripped down my thighs, mixing with my come as he sluiced through the mess, and said, “Mine tobreed…”
“You can’t!” I cried, and let my right knee drop down to meet the other. Reaching for leverage on the steps—succeeding only in finding myself more deeply pinned to the wood. “The empire would take an interest—”
Silencing my protest, he wrapped the fingers of his free hand around my throat, and with the other, drove power through my skin. A tidal wave of pure, brute strength. Every spare drop, funneled to the spot frozen in a golden cast.
I tried to buck my way free. “Asher—”
But he was deaf to my terrorized pleas.
Razing what little remained of my pathetic will, he sent a command howling through my blood. Crackling dark magic that demanded I submit to this.
My breeding.
Possessing me inside and out, he rode me with a savage intensity the man could never endure.
But the beast?
He was awake… free of his chains, and utterly fixated onme.
A weapon capable of unimaginable destruction, or impossible change. He was balance. Empath and berserker both. A warrior priest born to go to war with the laws of nature. To make something new… or force life into a desolate tomb.
With sheer force of will, he meant to override the effects of my chains.
Restore my fertility.
Fuck me pregnant.
Each thrust was a punishment that pushed the very air from my lungs, even as he crammed me full of dark, insidious flames. So much, so fast, so…full.
Even as his cock grew thick enough to ruin, he forged on. Panting. The sounds of wet, raw fucking rained down on my dewy back as I took it all.
I was nothing but a vessel. Empty, until he decided to fill it.
A tiny squeak spilled over my lips as the pressure began to push beyond what my body could endure, and still, he continued. Snarling, the fabric of his uniform adding obscene texture as he wrenched my head back and rutted with wild abandon.
“Come,” he snarled, and hauled me up, flush to his chest as he pummeled at my womb with the last of his strength.
I went.
Falling, going completely rigid, I convulsed in his arms and milked his cock for every last drop, my breath frozen until one hand found a swollen breast—forefinger and thumb twisting to offer a cruel pinch of sweet torment—while the other landed over mine at last. Cupping my fingers with his, he strummed my clit with sure, slippery eddies that made me choke.
An explosion burst the dam.
He roared. Seating himself deep as he might go, he filled me in a way that robbed me of breath and blanketed my vision in a shower of sparkling black stars.
And inside my head, an image painted in colors I couldn’t name. The slit of his cock fitted to a tiny crack at the gates to my womb, he pumped his seed inside. Laying claim where no other could possibly go, where I couldn’t spill a drop.
I sobbed.
Just once.
Over-stimulated, coming at his command with a pussy full of come and potent dark magic, my eyes rolled back as he continued to work. Going limp, I let his power drag me under. Robbed of breath and every last ounce of sense, I tumbled into the blissful dark.
Where my unspoken questions might never be answered…
… and a berserker couldn’t rewrite the laws of nature…
