I was having the time of the century with my man, and the last thing I wanted was to ruin even a nanosecond of it.
“I need to fuck you hard,” I said harshly.
I let my inner walls squeeze his cock one more time before I arched my back and slowly pulled off of him. His cum dripped down my thighs, but I didn’t care. I liked to have him and his scent all over me. I liked bearing his mark, but now I needed to imprint him and make him mine again.
I pushed him down on his back, maybe a bit too roughly since I was overeager and horny.
“Easy, lamb.” He chuckled in dark delight as he complied. He leaned back on the cot, his hands behind his head, his wings spread wide beneath him.
He was waiting for the show, waiting to watch how I fucked him.
I climbed on top of him lithely. My eyes never strayed from his, studying in them how deep our bond had forged. I lifted my hips and brought the hard tip of his cock between my folds.
I glided down his hard length, letting it stretch my muscles and reach down to my burning core.
He hissed in ecstatic pleasure as we fully joined.
Nothing else mattered outside us.
“This big cock is mine,” I declared. “You’re mine, mine to fuck.” I pondered for a second as I rode him like the wildest thing on Earth. “You were made for me!”
The demigods kept saying that I was created for them. Now it was my turn to claim that they were born for me as well.
“Iwas,” Héctor said proudly, gazing up at me, enthralled. “Claim every inch of me, beloved. Drink from me!”
I rose and fell, my ass ramming back onto his balls over and over. Héctor let out a string of curses as if he was drowning in pleasure. He grabbed my hips, bucked his pelvis up, and thrust into me ravenously.
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Who’s fucking whom?”
“I’ve longed for this for an eon,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve been denied such pleasure until I met you.”
But he settled back into the cot, and I quickened my pace and fucked only the first two inches of his cock before I slammed down to his base again.
“Yes, mate,” he growled. “Fuck me just like that! Shatter me!”
I made small circles and rocked his cock back and forth.
He rolled his eyes back. “Sweet pussy! You’re a natural, lamb.”
“So are you, my virgin tiger,” I said breathlessly.
He smirked smugly.
The Demigod of Death was incredibly skilled, considering he’d never had a woman before me. He’d been forced into celibacy his whole life since no one else could stand his death touch.
“I never believed I could feel like this, love. I never expected this could be so good. You’re the divine fire in my blood. You’re my true heaven.”
And I was more wicked than Hell, only he didn’t know that yet. So I rode him as if this was our last time, as if the world would shatter to pieces after this.
We came again together.
After I rode out the waves, I nestled against him. My head rested on his broad, warm chest as waves of contentment swayed within me. He pressed me to him, his heavy arm draping over me, his hand stroking down my shoulder leisurely.
“Héctor?” I whispered.
“Yes, my sweet lamb.” He kissed my lips. “Take a nap. You need to rest.”
We’d exhausted ourselves mating like that.