He let out a rough groan as he struggled to withdraw and then slam back into my heated depth, but I didn’t make it easy for him.
His massive wings propelled forward, in sync with his wild thrusts.
We engaged in a beautiful battle.
I’d been a hunter before I’d learned I wasn’t human. I would always be a predator. And I loved to conquer. It was in my blood.
“Mate, your tight pussy is claiming me,” he said. “So possessive. So territorial. So cruel.”
And he loved every bit of it.
The Demigod of Death drilled into me harder with raw strength, his speed blinding and his movements blurring. His cock thickened even more inside me, harder than rock, as he pumped his hot, bountiful seed into me.
At the same time, I exploded, my pussy seizing his cock, milking it, and Héctor’s roar of pleasure rattled the high windows in the basement.
I only hoped that no one charged in.
He collapsed down onto me, his delicious weight falling across my back.
Our mutual orgasms shattered us and bonded us deeply.
His lips traced the veins in my neck, his teeth grazing over my skin.
“Bite me, Héctor.”
“You have my seed, mate, and I need your blood flowing in my veins.”
I felt the death demigod’s teeth lengthening, and I wasn’t even surprised. He had massive wings, so why shouldn’t he have fangs?
They pierced my skin, and I felt my hot blood stream into his mouth.
The pleasure was so mind-bending that my second orgasm topped my first. The waves of sensation undid me.
And still, Héctor pumped his cum into me, satisfying me like no other.
As I fed on him, I sensed that my potent blood had purged the last ounce of poison from his system.
“Goddess nectar.” The death demigod gasped in awe. “You taste more than divine, lamb. I have no words. And your blood has great healing powers.”
He sealed the tiny wound on my neck with his tongue, refusing to take more of my blood, even though I could tell how badly he craved more of it. But he didn’t want to weaken me in the slightest.
I turned to grin at him. “Don’t get too used to it, tiger.”
I fought back happy tears at the discovery of what I could give back to my demigods. I was no longer merely a leech, a sexual vampire, or a succubus. I wasn’t a complete monster. I could give back energy.
“I became addicted to you when I first met you in my dream,” he said fiercely. “I’ll never let you go, my lamb. Your sweet body is mine. Your tight, hot pussy is for me to fuck forever.”
They all claimed that they wanted to fuck me forever.
But I had my own opinions, too. “I was supposed to fuck you in the first place,” I said as he started to thrust into me again.
“Fuck me however you want,” he said. “You can do anything to me. You can be whoever and whatever you want, and my feelings and love for you will never change.”
My tears misted up.
The Demigod of Death had just declared his undying love for me. But did he know what I was? It seemed that he was, once again, hinting that he knew about my origin.
But I dared not hope, so I shook off the budding optimism and my dark thoughts together.