Page 45 of Vines of the Underworld

"I want you inside me."

"Beg," the Prince of the Underworld commands and stands up, looming intimidatingly above me. It´s something he does exceptionally well. I lay naked and vulnerable at his feet, the tips of his leather boots mere inches away. For a moment, I wonder if he will fuck me or kick me unconscious.

"Please," I start, trembling with terror and arousal.

"Please what?" he rasps, his hand pumping his terrifyingly large cock.

"Please fuck me," I plead.

This is what this wretched demon wants to hear, because he unleashes himself upon me the very moment I finish the sentence.

He sheathes himself inside me without warning, and I clench around it in spasms, shattered by the brutal stretch and terrified that I cannot take more than half of this magnificent piece.

He starts working me with powerful thrusts, his gaze obsessively fixed on me, ensuring he won’t miss anything from my reactions.

His fingers tease my nipples, and his gloved hands occasionally slap my bouncing flesh.

The sensations of stinging pain and otherworldly pleasure are mind-blowing.

Our eyes are locked, and I can see the bliss on his cruel, beautiful face, the ripple of his mighty pecs beneath the open shirt.

"You are so delicious, Celeste," he growls while brutally delivering a series of deep plunges, "I understand why the other Hunters are betraying and killing each other over this…" he bites his sensual lip, "otherworldly pleasure." His fingers gently rub my clit, then pinch it, and I moan.

"I can fuck you until you pass out," his gloved hands torment my body with punishing slaps, followed by tender caresses, "but your kind is so fragile."

A wicked twist of his gloved fingers over my clit, and I fall apart. A flash of blinding light and the world around me shatters into flickering pieces. The muscles of my pussy spasm around him, and he spills inside me with one final savage slam. A soft magical glow bathes the Sentinel and the dead vines around us.

I still shiver with aftershocks when he withdraws, leaving me empty and panting.

Perfectly composed, the prince stands up and watches changes in the forest around us, his eyes wide in marvel.

Half-lidded, I focus on his tall silhouette near me, already wholly serene. The bastard didn't even remove his gloves!

"Did it work?" I prop myself up on my elbow.

Some faint glimmer draws my attention to the dry grass on the forest floor. A tiny glimmering blossom, reminding me of a crocus, rears its crown among the leaves.

"It did." He whispers reverently, "The silverbells are blooming. Life returns to the Sentinel and the grounds around it. But this is not enough to replenish the magic of the vines, Celeste. We need more power." He bends down, picks up a tiny glowing flower, and twirls it between his fingers.

I watch him in silence. The regal lines of his profile are so mesmerizing against the silvery darkness of the awakening forest, that my heart bleeds. Am I falling for this beast who tortured me and tried to feed me to a zombie?

“Should we get—“ my voice breaks, “the other Hunters, then?”

Dairell looks at me, some eerie melancholy clouding his gaze.

“We need them all to unleash your magic, Celeste.” He gathers me cautiously in his arms, as if afraid that I might break, and shoots for the sky.

Celeste – The Anchor

“T

onight is special, Celeste,” Dairell declares, settling in his usual seat at the cast iron fireplace. The warm reflections of the flames gild the firm outlines of his powerful body.

“Why?” I ask, changing into the beautiful black lace dress behind the silk screen of my room.

“Because tomorrow, everything changes. So, let’s make tonight count!”

I follow him without pressing for more information, hoping he will reveal more over dinner.

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