My balls tighten, and my magic roars at the sight of her struggling under my girth. “I’ll make you choke on my cock.”
At the next thrust, her eyes widen, looking like she might expire. That cannot happen—not yet. I need Alienor alive at least until after I’ve emptied eight centuries' worth of frustration down my willing wife’s throat.
“Deep breaths,” I say. “Through your nose.”
She gives me a sharp nod, followed by a noisy inhale.
“Are you alright?” I ask without thinking. “If you can’t handle it, tap me on the side, and I will slow. Understood?”
The enchantment powering my immortality rears up, sending needles of pain across my chest. It wants to remind me of centuries of suffering, centuries of promising Alienor no mercy.
I ignore my thirst for retribution and focus only on the pleasure.
Alienor pulls back a little, inhales a deep breath, and says, “I can take it.”
“That’s my girl,” I say with a proud chuckle. “I always knew you could.”
She breathes hard through her nostrils as I fuck her mouth. Long, deep strokes at first, my spine shivering as my heads meet the back of her mouth.
Alienor swallows, the muscles of her throat squeezing my cock tight enough for me to see spots. I cannot remember the last time I felt so much pleasure.
She lowers her lashes and slips her hand under her skirt. The remnants of my heart flip. Alienor pleasuring herself as she takes my misshapen cock is the greatest compliment.
My arousal surges, tightening the muscles of my groin. I could spill into her this instant, fill her tight little mouth with enough salt to turn her innards into pickles, but I force down the onrush.
Not yet.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you,” I snarl.
Her gaze slides up my body and stops at my eyes.
Alienor’s pupils are so wide that I can barely detect the brown of her irises.
“You’re such a good little pet for me, aren’t you, my dear?” I say, my voice choked. “You were made for my pleasure.”
Alienor’s blush darkens as she nods, hums, and bobs her head. She hollows out her cheeks, creating even more suction around my shaft, and takes me past her gag reflex.
My magic stops tormenting me and turns feral. All thoughts of vengeance evaporate into the ether. Even my breath stills as Alienor’s muscles close even tighter around my heads.
Hot, wet, undulating pleasure ripples down my cock. It races through my veins, sending tiny lightning strikes of sensation across my every nerve.
I stare down, seeing double, not quite believing that my wife, my queen, my betrayer is capable of giving such rapture.
Her movements quicken. She’s determined to make me spend down her throat, and I’ll be damned if I disappoint.
Alienor raises a hand, rubbing it up and down my chest and abs and thighs. The black magic beneath my skin rises to meet her touch with tiny snaps. She lowers her hand to my hip and slides it around my back and over the leathery pelt that covers my thighs and buttocks.
My magic thrums, my wings flare, and my tail whips from side to side.
She was never this wanton when we were married.
Never so eager.
And I have never wanted a woman with such abandon as much as I want Alienor.
The arm beneath her skirt twitches, and I groan. It should be me burying my head between those creamy thighs and worshiping at her little pink altar. Me, licking and sucking her swollen pearl until she squirts.
But no force across the realms will separate me from such skillful cock-sucking.