Page 8 of All Your Bloody Lies

“Fill me,” I beg, “I’m on birth control.”

That seems to please him as he thrusts upward fervently, and I continue, “Come with me, please.” My fingers pinching at my bud as I tumble over the edge. I can feel him thickening, his nails digging into my skin, and I can smell the scent of the blood he has drawn.

Foolish.

The strings of his cum fill my pussy as his climaxes is met with soft laughter from me, along with my own equally intense orgasm. It’s then that I feel his defenses drop, the shield around his lifeforcedissolving, granting me passage through his gate. I allow my Amoro to release, and around him, I see his emerald aura. There’s so much of it, and I cry out in pure bliss as it seeps into me.

“Oh, fuck, Miles!” The orgasm was good, but this sensation of being lifted from my skin was fucking fantastic.

I waste none of it, and as his hands begin to shake, I lean forward and meet his gaze. His expression turns to shock as he stares at me. I know what he is seeing; the darkness creeping from the corners of my eyes, overtaking all the white that was pure just moments before.

“You taste so good.” I was right, his aura resembles sweet cream, with hints of fruit, but the predominant flavor I focus on is rich and smooth. Like sugar with vanilla, it’s fluffy and light, bringing an airy sensation to my palate. “Fuck, I could feast on you for eternity if you weren’t a dead man.”

He tenses, and I lean down onto his chest, my tongue running against the energy seeping from his pores. “You are going to satisfy me for weeks with just one feeding, my sweet, and I am so thankful.”

“What... I—” he finally speaks. “I can’t move.”

“No… No, you can’t.” I run my tongue up his neck to his mouth, where I place a soft kiss. “Let me savor your lifeforce for a few more seconds…”

I lean back and roll my hips on his slowly shrinking cock. How disappointing, he couldn’t stay hard just a little longer.

“Get off!” he grits through his teeth, but I only smile, “SEC—”

I shove my fingers into his mouth. “Shh,” I hush him as he tries to bite down, my soft smile turning toothy. “Show me those canines, my sweet. Go on, bite.”

As though on command, his sharp canine slices into my finger, drawing blood down onto his tongue. His attempt to bite through the bone goes ignored, and I suck in a deep breath.

“Did you know, just like most Dylox, Succubae have a power beyond their natural born gifts, Miles?”

He begins trembling beneath me.

“I’m a hemokinesis. That, and my blood is like a poisonous drug. Once it’s in your system, it travels through you and latches onto your brain,” I explain calmly. My head slowly tilts. “Open your mouth, boy.”

Immediately, his lips part, and I pull my fingers from his mouth. “Your cock is deflated, I’m so disappointed,” I scoff. “Suppose my fun is over...” A gentle sigh of displeasure filters through my lips before I continue. “Who does your father report to, Miles Talon?”

Miles, the son of Angus Talon, fought to steady himself. I could see in his eyes that he was trying his hardest not to show fear now that he understood that I knew who he was. The shift in his aura was telling enough; he smells of anxiety. It is a disconcerting fusion of sharp citrus notes, mingling with an earthy undertone reminiscent of patchouli, creating an olfactory symphony.

“My father… reports to himself.” He lies as well as he gives head.

I click my tongue against my teeth, “Please.” I shake my head, the word coming with a tinge of irritation, “Your father is so low on the pole it’s not even worth me grinding on. Who does Angus report to?”

He quickly responds, “No one.” I sigh through my nose. I know he is lying, and not because I’ve been working for six fucking years and know this world probably better than he does, but because of his scent.

“You reek of filthy lies,” I hiss. “Fine.”

Moving forward, causing him to slide out of me, I rest on his stomach. “I’ve been torturing and killing your kind for nearly six years, my sweet. You mistake me for someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing.”

I reach behind me; his cock has shrunk so far into itself I’m surprised at how it got to be as big as it had been in the first place.

Wrapping my fingers around it, bending the appendage and pinching, I lean towards him, “Close your mouth, and do not scream.” As soon as his mouth is shut, and his eyes are widened into complete circles, I yank.

Separating it is a challenge due to its softness and elasticity, which demands a considerable amount of pulling before it finally gives way. Nonetheless, it eventually yields to the effort.

Miles is screaming through closed lips, tears spilling from his reddening eyes. His hands, which are resting at his sides, ball into fists. The way he writhes under me in agonizing pain feeds my Amoro even more.

Death tastes of pomegranate, and those closing in on the door to its embrace secrete fear, which brings about the tart flavor. I brandish the once impressive cock, and hold it in front of him. “Who does he report to? Now open, and answer.”

“Fuck you!” he cries out, “you crazy cunt!”

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