Page 37 of The River of Fire

“You wandered far from my wing and your mortal body needs sustenance,” Ashtaroth decrees, and walks back inside like a conquering warrior making off with his plundered prize.

I don’t bother nagging him over his heavy-handedness. What’s the point? Instead, I relax against his firm chest, resting my head under his chin, and breathe in his sweet and woodsy smell. I’ll flagellate myself over my desires some more tomorrow.

Chapter 27 – Ashtaroth

Itoss my little lamb onto the thick mattress and she bounces a couple of times, her breasts shaking in a most alluring way. Pushing the thought aside, I snap my fingers and bring forth a platter of cold cuts from the kitchen.

“Eat,” I command. Over millennia, I have seen what and how much humans eat – as far back as the first attempts to find edible berries and roots. I do not believe a few spoonfuls of soup is enough to sustain a soldier like her. Perhaps I should do some research on modern human nutrition.

She gives me a suspicious look. “Are you fattening me up like a pig before slaughter?” My lips curl into a smile at her impertinence. Anyone else would suffer the consequences of questioning mein such a manner.

“You will die many times tonight.” I wink at her. “La petite mort.” She snorts like the pig she alluded to and rolls her eyes. It should be off-putting, and yet… I find myself charmed by her mannerisms, the novelty of her.

As she eats sitting cross-legged on the bed, I remove first my cloak, followed by my bracers and boots, and finally my chest armor, grinning at the way her eyes track my movement. I step in front of her wearing only leather trousers and a black silk shirt. She looks down at my feet and flushes. It confuses me until I remember our earlier conversation, my painting a picture of her bringing herself to orgasm by rubbing against them and I exhale a quiet laugh.

“Are you done eating?” I ask, knowing I should let her eat more, but I’m far too impatient to be inside her again. She has been so close, yet the sweet flavor of her arousal hasn’t graced my tongue. I take away the tray of mostly eaten food and stand before her, arms crossed as her eyes lock on the growing bulge trapped by my trousers.

“Would you like to taste it on your tongue?” I croon and her breath catches. “Have me slide down the velvet tightness of your throat until I find my pleasure there? Tell me, would you swallow down all of me?”

She nods slowly, dazed by my words and by her own desires. I climb onto the bed in front of her and she scrambles back against the pillows. I stalk her slowly until my face is level with hers.

“You see, you may have your consent,” I murmur quietly against her lips. I have never shared my mouth with another unless it was a tool for duplicity in seduction. I never saw the appeal before I saw her trembling mouth.

“What would you do if I said no?” Sweetly predictable.

“Then I would have feasted on your cunt until you begged me to suffocate you with my cock to the point that you’re desperate for a single breath of air.”

She gulps and I see the wheels turning behind her wide eyes. “I changed my mind.”

I grin in triumph and sit back on my legs. “As you wish.”

“Wait,” she gasps as I tear down her trousers. “Was this what you wanted all along?”

I do not deign to confirm her theory as I find myself distracted by the sight of her luscious center. I lick my lips and she releases a breathy moan, enthralled by the action. I know she’s captivated by my mouth.

While I merely wanted to claim her at the dinner, only preparing her with my fingers so that she could take my girth, I now want to experience fully the sight, smell, and taste of her sweet cunt.

I roughly push back her thighs and spread her legs as she yelps. Positioning my face at her already glistening flesh, I drape her calves over my shoulders, then growl as they slide off, my shirt offering no bracing friction. Impatiently, I rip it off and she gasps at the sight of my revealed torso. She will have to admire my physique later. I reposition her legs again and bury my face into her warmth. Groaning, I inhale deeply, the neat triangle of auburn curls at the apex of her center tickling my nose. Unable to wait any longer, I chase her taste with my tongue, pushing it inside her tight channel.

“Fuck…” she moans softly.

I’ve only just begun. I feast on her slick folds like a starving animal, fucking her with my tongue, then sucking on her flushed nub. I’ve not been in Heaven in an eternity, but between her legs, my memories of it feel sharper.

Wanting to drive her to release, not only so I can feed, but also wanting more of her sweet screams of ecstasy, I enter her with two fingers and twist them so I can press against the sensitive spot behind the upper wall of her clenching tunnel. Her back arches and I press down on her stomach with my other hand, keeping her in place for my mouth and fingers.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whines, and I can’t find it in me to feel smug over my prowess when she has so utterly bewitched me. I rub my groin against the mattress, growling when it’s not enough. I should have removed my trousers. My cock feels like it’s confined in a chastity cage.

I stop flicking my tongue over her nub in favor of sucking it, my fingers now moving in a rapid beckoning motion against its flat counterpart on the inside.

Her breath is sawing in and out between her lips and she keens, “I’m gonna… fuck, Ash!” I suck harder as she calls out for me, thrashing her head on my pillow, chanting, “Ash… Ash… Ash!” Her breath stops after an inhale, then releases on a moan so raw, she truly does sound like she may be dying.

Taking the nourishment her release gives me, I slow my fingers and ease the pull of my lips, gentling her through the pleasure as she trembles uncontrollably. I pull out my fingers once the maddening contractions of her channel abate and cover her hole with my mouth, sucking out her arousal. I could release in my trousers at my little lamb’s taste.

Licking her once from her ass to the curls adorning her delicious cunt, I lay Lana’s trembling legs down on the bed and jump up to tear my breeches off. My sex expands in its new-found freedom and I hiss through my teeth at the nearly painful sensation.

I pull her to the edge of the bed until most of her head hangs off but her neck is still supported, then place my fists at the side of it. “I will allow you to call me Ash while you are climaxing,” I declare, then straighten so I can feed her my leaking cock. She gasps and I paint her lower lip with the fluids gathered at the tip. A growl vibrates in my chest at the sight; her lips are still trembling and the depraved visual of innocence corrupted is a shot of lust I feel in my balls. She swipes out her tongue to taste the wetness and moans.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Open.” I tap her mouth with my cockhead.

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