Page 63 of All Your Bloody Lies

I don’t fucking hate him, who am I kidding.

I put my hand behind his neck and draw him into me with force, our lips crashing together. The taste of me mixed with him makes my body shiver, and I force my tongue into his mouth to taste more. It’s then his hand slips between my thighs and he slides two fingers between my slit, right into my cunt.

He swallows my moan and tilts his head to completely devour my lips. His fingers curve inside me right where they brush against the glorious spot that makes me writhe, and his thumb seamlessly rolls around my bundle of nerves.

After releasing my head he completely tears the shirt I’m wearing straight down, leaving me bare. “Kai, fucking Beyond,” I pant, my skin is on fire from him feeding and the pleasure his fingers are providing. “Just pull it off!”

He laughs at me, and brushes his lips down my chest straight to my breast, “So concerned about useless shit, my little demon.”He shuts down the comment coming from my lips by biting down around my nipple and sending my lower back lifting from the floor.

I’ve never known how much I needed to be fed on, but I am ready to be a donor at this point. My toes pinch as he draws more of me into his body. The stimulation of his fingers pumping my pussy and rubbing at my clit was not needed to bring me to another orgasm. Him feeding on me will likely make me an addict, and I’m ready to overindulge.

“Fuck!” I scream as my hips lift, “Right there!”

This man… I swear to the Gods themselves. The moment I am falling over and at the precipice of my climax, he replaces his fingers with his cock. Slamming so hard into me that my vision gives, and my breath is knocked straight from my lungs. His fingers are playing my clit like strings on a guitar and I come so hard that tears form at the corner of my eyes. Sparks are igniting behind my eyelids, and there is no part of me that isn’t shaking.

“So fucking perfect,” he croons and grabs me by the arm. I need a minute to catch my breath, and for someone that literally lives off sex, that is an incredible feat.

I’m up in his arms with him still inside of me; blood, sweat and cum everywhere on me. His fingers intertwine with my hair, gently pulling the strands free from the ponytail that had barely survived the night.

He smiles as his lips brush against mine as he takes my hands and place them against his chest. “Explore while you catch your breath.”

Fucking Belial, I can’t even see straight and he wants me to inspect his tattoos?Gods, I can’t tell if he is hot or just plain weird.

His hands then move to my hips as he rolls me against him, my legs instinctively circling around his back to keep me close. This is far too intimate, but I do need the moment.

So, I explore.

His chest and neck tattoo is a design of a battlefield, a chaotic tableau of swords, spears, and guns scattered across a scene of devastation. On one side stands Belial, adorned with horns, a tail, and wings reminiscent of a bat—some claim him to be my original creator. On the opposing side, a God or Angel, with dove-like wings, possessing an elegant beauty equally matched by the deadliness of Belial. The two adversaries are poised for a clash at the heart of it all. A symbolic sun rests against his neck, the moon moving over it, ready for an impending eclipse.

It’s beautiful, and I could likely look for hours and still see something new that I hadn’t seen before.

The tug back on my hair pulls me to look at him, “You’re breathing properly again.” I feel the smirk as he kisses me and pushes me down onto him roughly, threatening my wall and making my body succumb to a vibration.

As he slips his tongue into my mouth, eliciting a moan from me, he effortlessly lifts us from the floor and gently resettles us onto the mattress. He spreads my legs and with a smile that pulls concern in my stomach, throws his hips forward. I swear he thrusts my stomach into my throat, my back arching involuntarily from the intense sensation of fullness.

His hand glides to my abdomen, while the other firmly grasps my thigh, preventing any attempt to retreat.

“K-Kai—Please—!”

“Look how good you take me,” he croons, and when I look down, I see him running his fingers along the outline of a bulge.

I’m sorry—what?!

If I couldn’t see it for myself, I would swear his dick is in my lungs, making it nearly impossible to catch my breath with how full I am.

His hips roll and that pubic piercing brushes against my bundle of nerves, causing everything to clench. I’m as lit as the fireplace beside us and I grab hold of my hair, releasing a moan that is not subdued. He is still rubbing at my abdomen, and I swear my Amoro is ready go dormant at how satisfied it is.

“Fucking incredible,” he breathes out a groan as he dives one last hard push into me, bringing tears to the corners of my eyes.

His absence inside of me is short, as the moment he pulls out I am thrown onto my stomach and his hands lift my hips. He is not a man of hesitation, and once again I am driven into as if there was nothing to stop him from fitting all of him inside of me.

“That’s it Xera,” he breathes and lifts my hips higher to devastate my cunt with everything he has. I bury my face into the sheets and sing a song of pure enjoyment. It hurts so fucking good and it’s everything I need. I never need gentle and caressing, I need his balls to slap me and threaten to break me.

One of his hands grabs my wrist and brings it behind my back, then mirrors the action with the other. I peer over my shoulder,panting as he whispers, “Noctis Duplicatus.” The moment those words come out, I gasp and see a shadow form beside him. That said shadow figure of him stands at full attention.

“You said you like all of your holes filled…” He grins, and I swear I spurt just from that.

I’m too stunned to speak.

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