Page 60 of Princess of Death

The first thing I noticed was the sound of the waves, the warmth of the air the moment it touched my skin. I turned to look at the water. It was dark except for the moonlight that reflected off it. I watched the waves rise then crash onto the beach. Some were higher than others, nearly reaching our feet.

I looked down the beach, expecting to see galleons or sloops, signs of people or a port, but there was no one around. No masts from ships in the distance. No torches from a city. It was just the two of us. “Where are we?”

“An island that’s never been found by humankind.”

I looked farther up the shore at the palm trees and the lush greenery. There was a mountain that stretched high into the darkness. Then I noticed a cabin there, a small little hut built farther inland but still close to the water. “Then how did that get here?”

“I built it.”

“You did?”

“I used to be a carpenter…in my old life.” He released my hand and walked up the shore until he reached the cabin. It didn’t have windows and appeared to be made out of palms with a thatched roof. It had two doors, and he pulled them apart, sliding them open to reveal a large opening that gave a premium view of the water.

It was modest, just a bed, a fireplace, and a couple chairs.

He took a seat in the armchair and looked at me, taking in my reaction to the cabin he had built with his big hands.

“I love it.” I crawled into his lap again, just the way I had earlier before I’d nearly driven him away. But this time, I straddled his hips, my shirt rising over my own hips, and circled my arms around his neck. With the light that reflected off the surface of the water, I looked into his hard eyes, watched them slowly soften as he stared.

His hands made their way to my ass, and he gave me a gentle squeeze, his dick springing to life through his trousers.

My hands moved over his thick shoulders and down his chest, feeling a man more powerful than any other I’d touched. I kissed his shoulder then his chest, my hands planting against his hardabs, worshipping a man who felt more like a statue than a person.

“You’re the only woman I’ve brought here.”

My hands paused over his warm body. “It’s awfully romantic to come here alone.” I didn’t think he was lying, not when his eyes were so steely in their confidence. I shouldn’t trust a word that came out of his mouth, not when he took people to their doom, but for some stupid reason…I did.

“I built this shortly after we met.”

Even though I was seated in his lap, we were at eye level to each other because of his large size. I hesitated at his words and then quickly pieced it together. “Because you knew I would love it.”

He rose to his feet and carried me with him with effortless ease. He took me the short distance to the bed and gently laid me down before he righted himself and dropped his trousers, revealing the big dick that was ready for me.

Then he grabbed me by the hips and dragged my ass to the edge. His large hands slipped underneath my shirt to the panties below and pulled them down, lifting my ass slightly to get them off and free of my ankles. He normally left my socks in place, but he slid them off in the humid climate because I no longer needed them for warmth. Then he yanked up my shirt to expose my tits before he gathered my hips and adjusted me to take him, his hands pressing into the backs of my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh.

He inserted two of his big fingers inside me, pushed deep and made me wince and moan, and smeared my arousal over the head of his dick to reduce the friction between us. Then hebegan his entrance, slowly inching his way deeper, filling every available space in my channel until he was fully buried.

It hurt and it always would hurt, but I wouldn’t change anything. He was a man worth hurting for. It made me come faster than I ever had, his length an inherent turn-on, his size matching the rest of his enormity.

A mountain over the sea, he thrust inside me gently, knowing my body well enough now not to give me more than I could take, always stopping before he hit the dead end. A god both beautiful and terrifying ruled over my body like it was his lands. His hand left one of my thighs, and he squeezed my small tits with his callused warmth. Then he moved his hand to my throat and squeezed just enough to make me pant for more breath. His thumb swiped up over my jawline, and then he slid it into my partially open mouth. As if he didn’t remember how to be human, he examined me like a specimen. He felt the softness of my lips, pressed his thumb against my tongue, continued to thrust inside me as he explored the rest of me.

I clutched his hard forearm and moaned as he gripped my throat again, his dick starting to pound inside me. The waves crashed on the shore outside, loud in the presence of the full moon. His eyes were as dark as night as they gazed upon me, focused in their intensity and almost angry in their possession.

The sight alone was enough to make me come. I felt his fingers tighten around my throat as I slipped under his spell. My body tightened, and I gripped his length firmly from within, coating him in the flood of arousal my body released just for him. I’d initially fucked him to pay off a debt, but now I fucked him to line my own pockets.

It was obvious that he enjoyed himself, but he didn’t struggle to contain his desires. He could be in the moment with me without bridling his desire, enjoy my performance without ending the show.

On an untouched island away from the rest of humanity, we moved together on that bed, the heat making my skin sweat slightly, the salty air entering my lungs. The ocean continued to pound against the shore, paradise just a short walk away. I didn’t have to sail months to get there. All I had to do was take the God of the Underworld by the hand.

I woke up the next morning to warm sunshine on the sheets.

The doors had been left open last night, and now the waves were quiet in the dawn. My hand reached for the powerful man beside me, but I felt nothing but his absence. I slowly stirred, so comfortable that I never wanted to rise, but my body was lonely without his company.

I left the bed but didn’t don any clothes, remembering that no one else was there with us. I looked out the doors and scanned the beach and then the mountain in search of the man too large to blend in with anything.

Then I spotted him carrying two pails over his shoulders, shirtless and glistening with sweat, carrying gallons of water on his strong spine with ease. His eyes met mine when he drew close, but he didn’t acknowledge me with words. He took a knee and set down the pails that were tied to a branch he had balanced across his shoulders. One pail was full of fresh water he’d collected from a nearby stream, and the other was full offruit he had picked. Pineapples, passion fruit, bananas. “I can hunt if you need something more substantial.”

My eyes were transfixed on his immaculate body, his sheer strength and his quiet masculinity. “You’re substantial enough.” I moved into him and rose on my tiptoes, but it was still a struggle to meet his lips with mine.

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