Page 122 of Bound By Lust

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHUUGGGHHHHHHHHWHATHEFUCKISTTTTTHHHHIIIIIISSSSSS!!!!!!!!!” I scream incoherently as his dick locks me in, swelling inside me even more like it’s going to rip me the fuck open. My back arches and my scream is hoarse. I can’t move, I can’t breathe. I can onlyfeelhim pulsing inside me, body trembling above mine and watching me intently.

His horns pulse red hot and my eyes go as big as saucers when I see big ass fangs elongate in his mouth then he bites down hard and deep, sinking them big bitches in my neck, grunting as he tries to shove his dick further inside of me. I swear my heart stops for a few seconds. As I scream at the top of my lungs, I can’t sense it beating.

“UGN! UGN! FUCK!” he growls.

“GHHHHHHHH

AAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAA

AAHHHHHUUGGNNNNNNNNN!!!!” I beat at his back confused, squirting, but nothing spills from me because there’s no room for it to exit and at the same time, I feel his dick throb hard and hot as he growls, cumming so much in me I damn near look newly pregnant.

“YYYYYYEEESSSSSS!!!!” I sob, hoarse and twitching when he finally ejects his teeth from my neck, looking down at it with crazed eyes.

“You’re bound to me now,”he utters, breath ragged.“Every hole. Every thought. Every heartbeat.You. Are. Mine,”he declares in the haze of sweat and love. I nod happily.Yes, I’m bound to him… but…

I wantmore…I want to becompletelydevoured.Damn, I can’t wait.

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let her sleep

Frank

The room is quiet now.

I glance over to Jessica, who’s fast asleep with my mini me lying sprawled across her face with an actual sleep bubble coming from his nose and a cloud manifesting from his head that plays a highlight reel of Jessica smiling.Damn, this thing really IS me…

I smile, glancing down when I see she’d somehow pulled the silk sheets off in her sleep as she always does and I sit up, wincing, pulling them back over her body, though not before I eye her still glowing skin.Fuck, she’s beautifulI sit there for a beat, just listening to her soft breathing which calms my nerves, then I kiss her parted lips and run my hand over the light bite mark on her neck. I can feel it now… she’s bound to me.Mine…body and soul…

I place my fingers on her pulse, feeling it even though I can hear it clearly. However, like a mother checking for their precious baby’s breath, I check for my Little Baby’s life. Its steady beat is a breath of fresh air after suffocating in hell for three weeks without her.She’s warm. She’s safe. She’s alive.

I brush a kiss across her forehead, then lay my head against hers, lingering there, not wanting to leave her side. But I have to…something isn’t right…

I slide from bed, dizzy, but I steady myself on the nightstand and wheeze for breath, feeling hot. In fact, I’m sweating so much that it’s as if someone has drenched me in a big ass bucket of water.

The fever had cooled from the three weeks in hell. My dad said that the amount of miasma I’d taken in would hold me over for a few months before I would have to return.

That was music to my ears because I never want to go back to that fucked up place again… why would I want to? People can worship me as much as they want, butIneed to worship my woman.I can’t live without it.

But he must have lied because I can feel the miasma being drained from me faster than a car leaking oil. I thought I would be able to feel somewhat better after being inside Jessica, but my fever hasn’t cooled in the slightest. In fact, it’s worse, and the small ache that that started beneath my ribs earlier now burns like a mother fucker.

I limp out of the bedroom barefoot, one hand gripping the rail as I descend the steps like a fucking feeble old man, but I barely make it halfway down before the pain spikes like a blade driving through my chest.

Fuck!

My knuckles go white and I grit my teeth, getting down to the last step when the pain becomes so unbearable my knees buckle, and everything spins, causing me to slam into the floor, gasping for breath.

I barely hear the sound of footsteps rushing toward me when I see them stop in front of my eyesight and grasp me.

“My Lord!” Randolf calls out. “My word! You’re burning with hellfire!” The ever-faithful butler kneels beside me, black eyes widening in alarm as he takes in the state of me. His gaze drops to my chest where my hand is pressed. “I’ll call Milady!” He stands, but I quickly grab his wrist, iron-strong even in this state.

“Don’t,” I pant through clenched teeth and he frowns, confused.

“But Milord! Milady would be distraught if sh?—”

“I SAID NO,” I growl, glancing upstairs where she’s sleeping peacefully after she shed tears for me over my injury. “No… let her sleep. She’s been through enough.”

“But Lord Lust, I?—”

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