Page 19 of Death C*mes Inside Her
I give in to my own base desires, shoving her head beneath the water, stuffing her mouth full of cock, her laughter bubbles dissolving against my chest before she surfaces with a gasp. “Your choice,” she giggles, fingertips brushing my collarbone. “Let me breathe or drown?”
“Both,” I growl
“Kneel,” I command, yanking her hair until she does, bubbles sliding over her shoulders like liquid silk.
My cock bounces in the water, and she licks her lips. Those human lips, soft as petals, but so eager to please. She doesn’t hesitate as she lowers herself down, and I cast a simple air spell. She’ll feel the burning need to breathe, but she’ll hold her breath for the rest of time if I will it.
Her tongue swirls around me first, before she takes me deeper than I expected.
“Fuck,” I curse, fingers threading into her hair as she gulps down every inch.
My balls tighten instantly under the suction, but she works me harder. The water sloshing around the back of her head. Her lips clamp tight, cheeks hollowing with each pull. The bathroom mirror fogs.
“You’re too good at this,” I rasp, tilting her head further back until my cock grazes the roof of her mouth and I pull her upward.
She gags softly, eyes watering but still locked on mine in a silent challenge. My claws bite into the sides of her head, bruising as I thrust shallowly, then deeper, watching how her throat muscles flutter around me.
“Suck harder,” I demand when she falters.
She obeys with a hungry whimper, lips working me while her free hand clamps to my leg to steady herself. The other trails down her stomach until her fingers slip into her slit beneath the water’s surface. My gaze follows, sharp and possessive, as I watch her pleasure herself while taking every inch of me.
“Stop,” I snap, snatching her wrist mid-stroke. “I’m the one who pleasures you.”
Before she can protest, my clawed hand replaces hers, thick digits parting her swollen folds as she arches into my touch.
Her eyes are wide as I pump both of us in tandem. She moans into my shaft as I shove her face back under the water to takeme down to the root, the vibration sending aftershocks straight to my crown.
Her tongue flicks on the underside of my shaft and my cock starts to sing her praises, and I reward her by forcing her deeper until her nose touches my belly. Water sloshes over the tub as she strains, her body still telling her she needs to breathe even as her hair floats on the surface, her hips meeting my palm’s rhythm with desperate little bucks.
I grip her jaw, forcing her throat open as I pulse inside her repeatedly. Harder, deeper, my cock sliding down her throat until my seed floods her in thick ropes. She drinks it greedily, swallowing as I fill the back of her throat until her lips quiver from the strain.
When I pull out, she slumps forward, gasping, hair dripping over my thighs like a waterfall. But I’m not done. With a low laugh, I grip my cock, letting the barbs fly open to cut my palm as I drag it up and down the shaft.
My black, tar-like blood thickly drips into the water even as the wounds close, and I let the barbs go smooth again.
“Lick the rest off,” I murmur, guiding myself to her lips again for one final drag of her tongue. She does, savoring every drop until I’m clean.
Her pink cheeks flush darker when I kiss her forehead afterward and remove the spell, letting her draw a grateful breath.
“Perfect.” I swipe a glimmer from her lower lip with my thumb. She opens for me and takes my thumb in, slow, like she wants to prove she understands. Heat cracks down my spine. “Such a good girl.”
She swipes the back of her hand over her lips, her little tits high on her chest. “Thank you, Daddy. I tried to do my best.”
My hand slides between her thighs again, just pressure and patience. She’s already shaking, breath catching in little sparks as I tighten the rhythm.
“I adore how you would rather please me than breathe. I pleases me.”
How can I ever live without her? This miracle angel has my balls on a string. Killing her in order to secure her immortality would drive the very life force from her that makes her my Eve. But I cannot return to the demon realm without her. Not only would it kill me, I would never break her heart like that.
A crossroads is coming, I just do not know which way we will go.
“That’s it,” I breathe against her ear, denying the inevitable cost of our love. “Take it. Take what I’m giving back.”
She breaks quickly and beautifully, back bowing as a small cry ricochets off marble and tile. I hold her through it, working her down with slow strokes until the tremors ease, and she goes heavy in my arms.
After, I hold her against me, my chin resting on her hair. Steam beads on the cracked mirror. The room smells like bubblegum and our pleasure.
“Careful with me,” she whispers, sleepy and smiling. “You could hurt me like no one before.”
