Page 49 of The River of Hatred

Heat spreads over my chest and up my neck before reaching my cheeks. “I finished inside her, we did not use any of the mortals’ protection methods.”

“Oh.” He bites his lower lip. “Oh,” he groans again, thrusting against me. “Fuuuck, I’m gonna come in my pants if I keep thinking of our baby inside her.” He shakes his head as if to clear it of the thoughts, but now they’ve gone to mine, and my member twitches, wetness dribbling out of the tip.

“Our baby?” I ask on a moan. “It would not matter to you who the father is?”

“Fuck no,” he breathes. “I’ve just decided she’s gonna be pregnant every year and may the best love juice win. I fully intend on giving Uncle Asmo a run for his money in the baby-making department.” He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth. My head falls back on a groan. “I hope she’s already pregnant,” he finishes when he stops the torture to my areola.

“Me too,” I voice my blasphemous wish. I want to be tied to her forever.

“For now, though,” he says, then flips us over until I’m on top. Our clothes disappear. “Practice making babies on me.”

My now naked cock spurts more fluid between our bodies. Why are his crass words so arousing?

Sariel leans over to the nightstand and opens the drawer. He produces a shiny bottle, shakes it, uncaps it, and pours the contents into his waiting palm. With a lascivious look, he holds my gaze and brings the hand to my penis. As the liquid hits my erect manhood, my back arches uncontrollably.

“W–what’s that for?” I ask, stuttering.

The Fallen smirks. “Well, unfortunately, males don’t self-lubricate. But if we did, trust me, I’d be wet for you.”

“I–I know that,” I mutter, the impact of the words diminished by my continued stutter as his hand wraps around me and he starts spreading the viscous lubricant over every inch of my manhood. I can’t help thrusting up into his grip. “But I will be the one to…” I trail off.

“Fuck me, Itha? Yes.”

My stomach clenches at the thought of taking possession of him like that. I know I should think it’s wrong, God, I do.

Seemingly satisfied with the state of my member, Sariel pushes me away until he can lift both of his legs up, exposing his back entrance to me. I swallow convulsively at the sight of the tight, puckered hole. I knew how men showed other men their love, but never gave thought to how it must feel for them to see their partners in such a way. To sink into them and find pleasure in their bodies.

“You’re gonna have to prep me.”

I blink at Sariel. “I don’t know how.”

He beckons for my hand. Once I extend it, he places the bottle onto my palm. “Drizzle it over my hole, then press it in.”

I shake my head, looking at the bottle like it might bite me. “What if I hurt you?” I ask, my voice shaky.

The rascal smirks. “I can take it.”

Blowing out a great gust of air, I finally uncap the bottle and tip it over his exposed privates. It drizzles over his throbbing penis, tight balls, and down the crack of his ass to my destination. Once he’s covered, I carefully close the bottle, buying myself time, and place it on the nightstand. With one more deep breath, I extend a finger to the tight ring, under his patient gaze. I test the give, then carefully press inside. Sariel grunts and I pull back.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask, holding my hand in front of my chest like it’s a beast that needs to be controlled.

“Hell no,” he groans. “Do it again. Add a finger. Add two.”

My eyes widen at his request. Hesitantly, I return to my task and reinsert the first one, then add the other like he wanted. It’s so tight. How will my manhood fit in here?

My question must be written on my face because he answers it: “It’s gonna fit, Starlight. It was made for it.”

I nearly bowl over with the punch of lust to my stomach at hearing those words. I add a third finger with more confidence, stretching his hole for me.

“Is that okay?” I ask, slowly pumping my fingers in and out.

“Ugh, fuck, yes, fuck,” he replies and the corners of my lips tilt up. I feel so powerful in this moment. “Get in there,” he whines and my mouth splits with a full-blown smile. He wants this, he wantsme.

Positioning myself over him, I grab my slicked-up member and place the tip at the tight rosebud. “You are certain?” I ask, unable to completely banish all my self-doubt.

In answer, Sariel lets go of his thighs and grabs my behind, pulling me to him until the tip of my cock slides home.

“Mmm,” we both moan, him deeper, mine coming out more high-pitched. This is the second time I enter a lover’s hot body, but it feels so different from making love to Jessica. I’m scared. Scared of hurting him, scared of what I’m feeling. This is Sariel underneath me, taking me inside him. My Sariel.

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