“We burned her on a pyre that night. Then my father wandered into the woods and shoved his blade into his heart.”
I waited for her to say something, to tell me how awful my father was, how sad of a story I had just shared, or how sorry she was for me. She did none of those things.
She stood from the bed and unlaced the corseted bodice of her gown, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. This wasn’t the reaction I had expected. I remained still as she shuffled off her boots and stockings then stepped closer and settled onto my lap, straddling my thighs.
Without hesitation, she slid her small fingers along my jaw and angled her mouth over mine. I didn’t hesitate either. I fisted a hand in her hair and held her firm, licking into her mouth on a groan. The scent of her arousal spurred me on.
Her fingers were unlacing my vest, but I made quicker work of it, tossing it aside. She whimpered, clawing her blunt nails down my chest, grinding her cunt against me and soaking my pants. I didn’t care. I loved it. I just told her a sad story and she was unhinged with desire. I didn’t understand it, but I was no fool either.
Gripping her waist, I lifted her higher and suckled her pink nipple, teasing the tip until she cried out, squirming in my arms. I tortured her more, sliding my forked tongue across the valley of her breasts to the other, scraping my fangs lightly over the swollen peak.
“Ahh!Yes.”
Falling back to the furs, I went for the laces of my trousers. “Stay on top of me. I’m going to fuck you like this. I want to watch you come undone.”
Her green eyes were swallowed by black, half-lidded, her cheeks pink with the heat of desire. She remained above me, panting, waiting, her hands sliding restlessly over her hips and belly. When I opened the flap and freed my cock, holding it hard at the base, her mouth fell open, one of her hands sliding to cup her breast. She instantly jerked it away, shame washing her face now.
“No, baby.” I gripped her hip with my free hand, guiding her down. “I want to see you touch yourself. Squeeze those perfect tits for me.”
The head of my cock nudged her entrance as she began to slowly sink down. Tentatively, she cupped her own breasts, squeezing gently, letting her thumbs roll over the peaks of her nipples, and she began mewling a soft repetitive moan.
Gripping her hips, I thrust up gently. Her cunt was so drenched, I slid in easily.
“You’re soaking me,” I said on a grunt, pumping up all the way, her breasts bouncing in her own hands. “Fuck yes.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. She was the most beautiful, sexy female I’d ever beheld. And she was mine.
“Hold on, my sweet.”
She leaned closer, pressing her palms on my chest for balance. Then I fucked up inside her in a fierce rhythm. Her tits bounced with each thrust, pulling a feral growl from my throat.Her mouth dropped open wide when I felt her climax coming, her cunt squeezing my cock hard.
“Ahh!” she cried out her pleasure, making me only want to fuck her harder.
In a flash, I had her under me, cradling her skull, her red hair spilling across my arms, my furs, my bed, my world, as I thrusted inside her like a madman, slamming home with ferocious need.
The whole time she moaned, her cunt pulsing with a long orgasm, or perhaps a second one as her skin began to glow white, the markings of her magick dotting her forehead, arms and breasts.
Suddenly, a look of intense determination swept over her face. She reached up and gripped my horns, even as I continued to fuck her fast and hard, my desire spinning me into a maddening frenzy.
She grabbed my two larger horns the way she liked to do, taking possession of her beast.
“You may not be ready to give me your bite, but I will give you mine.”
She opened her mouth wide, her slender, pointed fangs curving, as she pulled me down to her. I went without a thought. Then she pierced the skin at the base of my throat, and I bellowed a groan, my cock jerking, my seed spilling inside her.
Euphoric pleasure washed through me as I clutched her to me, pulling her with me as I sat back on my heels, my cock speared deep, still pulsing, my knot locking tight.
She moaned as she suckled my blood, a pleasure-inducing elixir from her fangs filling me with such ecstasy I thought I’d die from it. Indeed, I wished I could die just like this, her fangs in my throat, my cock in her cunt, awash with pleasure and drowning in her scent. Drowning in her. My Jessamine.
My love.
I gasped at the realization, quivering with the new knowledge, worried that it would crush me entirely, break me into a thousand shards if she left me.
And yet, I still had to give her the choice.
She lifted away, sliding her fangs from my throat, a drop of my blood on her bottom lip as she looked down on me. Though I still had my hand at her nape, the other arm wrapped around her waist, it was my knot that held her closest to me.
She cupped my face gently, like she had the moment I told her what my father had done. Her eyes softened.
