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Blinking desperately to watch her as she comes with me, I see her eyelids fluttering. She’s also looking up at me. I arch my back even more, making it possible for me to meet her mouth with mine. I trap her lips, my forked tongue tasting hers and wanting more. I feel some of my Mpo aggression rise to the surface of my skin and I yield to it in a way that I never have before.
I tear myself away from her mouth to move to her neck. I sink my fangs into the flesh where her throat meets her shoulder. I taste the welling blood, feel the pain that comes over her. She’s panting, thrashing, screaming beneath me. Her pleasure is mixed with pain, I know that, but I continue to massage her breasts with my hands and lave the bite wounds with my tongue to soothe her, grinding my pelvis into hers, feeling her tremble.
I bite her again, down her throat to her shoulder. Her hand smacks my outer shoulder, and I grab it and bite her wrist. She will need scarring everywhere. I want there to be no mistaking that this female belongs to me.
My venom floods her body, the claim a stake that no other male or female will dare cross unless it is their intent to die in the most violent way possible. All the while, my seed continues to burst into her like the spray of frex-frex venom, and her core continues to contract around my cock.
“Lacchus, Lacchus…” She says more, but I can barely hear her. I’ve never come so hard.
My chest is heaving, my two forms are flaring. I can feel scales appearing and disappearing up and down my spine. My vertebrae tingle, so do my toes. I crush her to me as the seed starts to slow in its release. My blistering orgasm no longer burns so brightly. My urge to bite her is sated, and I resume licking the blood free of her skin.
I circle my arms around her shoulders, and it’s only when I feel I’ve got her fully restrained so she can’t move in any way that I dare release any of my weight and roll with her onto my side.
She gasps, and I quickly crush my lips to hers, knowing that she can taste her own blood and my venom on her tongue. She kisses me back, but more slowly and shakily this time.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, fighting through the pain of remaining coherent while my lingering orgasm continues to slam against me like a smaller stone against a larger boulder. I’ll orgasm for another few minutes, as many as it takes for my barbs to retract and my latch to deflate and I’m able to slide out of her.
I manage to open my eyes one last time before pleasure overwhelms me and see the marks of my mating all up and down her throat, little flecks of her blood mingling with my venom and smeared across her chest and neck and jaw and mouth in pretty, violent strokes. Pride and a sense of ownership, of possession, claw at me, demanding entry into my chest—every fiber of my fucking being—and I let it in without resistance. Fuck, she’s stunning.
“My mate,” I tell her, smoothing my hand back over her hair and pinning her so I can continue emptying into her body without causing her greater harm than I already have. “You take my seed so well.”
Her mouth opens. She has tears in the corners of her eyes. I smooth them away with the tip of my claw. She says something to me, probably begging for mercy, but it’s too late. Because as she opens her lips, her core tightens around me and she screams in what sounds like pleasure, astonishing me. I’ve barely moved. The only thing that’s changed is our position. My latches are still extended within her vagina, locking my cock within her. And yet…
She screams my name one final time, loud enough that I know the other warriors will be able to hear her, and I screech out my own desire and lust and pride.
“Mate,” I roar, biting her neck one last time and letting myself lie there, fully depleted, fully sated for the first time in my life with only the smallest sliver of fear to accompany it.
I pass out, hoping that she forgives me and hoping even more that she doesn’t try to free herself from my latch. She may be a demon, but when I wake from this I’m going to learn how to communicate so that I can apologize to her for this, beg her to do it with me some more and convince her to accept my mating even though I’ve already sealed her fate in blood.
ChapterEight
Rhen
Lacchus has sweat covering his every scale and a low growl on his tongue. He’s coming again, coming still, and each time he comes I slam against the greatest orgasm of all time. And the most terrifying.
He’s so deep inside of me and there’s something weird about his penis that feels like fuckingeverything. He’s swollen and so deep in there, ticking all the right places, and the shaft is so thick, he’s stretching my G-spot. I just need a different angle…slightly back. No, up.
I moan Lacchus’s name as his monster penis unlocks a hidden door inside of me that leads straight to the requiem of Dionysus—or Bacchus. Hehe. Pure lust. Pure pleasure. Pure sin. I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never felt desire like this—the desire to do this again.
I just risked the entire Sucere Project only hours ago and now, I can’t think about them. I can’t think about humanity at all. Humanity shmushmanity. Who even needs them when you’ve got his cock lodged deep inside your body and his fangs opening up the side of your throat? It doesn’t hurt anywhere near as much as it should, but rather, his fangs feel cool as they sink into my flesh.
I feel high as a goddamn kite as my orgasm settles and his arms lock around me so fiercely, I can’t move. I don’t care. Strangely, I feel…protected, rather than imprisoned. I may be both, but isn’t that what I wanted? Isn’t that what my life was in the Sucere Chamber, too? Only now, I’m not screaming in agony from taking poison pills, but screaming in ecstasy from accepting my new role—no longer the artist, but a monster’s pleasure whore.
And I’m very okay with it.
I exhale against his chest with one final thought: I might be the most useless person that they sent on this mission. I also might have been their worst choice. Because I have no intent of going back to the Chamber. I’m going to stay right here, impaled on a fabulous cock…
As Lacchus finally finishes on a roar, he proceeds to promptly pass out. Men. Ha. So typical. Then again, I’m not far behind him either. My eyelids are weighted and heavy. My body is sunk into the bed. My inner thighs are still spasming and trembling and everything is sore between my legs.
In a good way.
I don’t particularly love the idea of passing out with a monster cock still inside of me, but I guess that’s where we are. I turn my head against the scratchy pillow and exhale…
“Rhen.” My watch crackles as the last voice I’d like to hear right now speaks itself into existence.
I glance up at Lacchus’s giant head resting on a thin pillow. His black hair is tangled around his short horns, but his humanish face is relaxed, his nose straight and proud, his skin a dark brown with red undertones, his pretty brownish-pinkish mouth relaxed and slightly parted. He looks so at ease, but when I attempt to extract myself from his grip, his expression pinches like he’s in pain and his claw tips dig into my back threateningly.
Porra. “Pam,” I whisper into my watch as quietly as possible. “What do you want? I’m busy.”
