“Yes,” she groans, rocking her hips back and forth as I continue to stroke her wet slit.
“You want to shred them from the inside out?” I whisper, circling her clit.
“Yes!” she breathes.
“Tell me.” I reach down with my other hand to grip my achingly hard cock, stroking it. “Tell me exactly what you want.” I slip a finger deep inside her soaked pussy.
She squeals, instantly gripping me tight. “I want them to bleed.”
I withdraw my finger and as her lusty darkening gaze meets mine, I suck her juices off it. Then I push her to her back and roughly spread her thighs.
I hold myself just above her, teasing her opening with the blunt head of my cock. “I said. Tell me. What you want.”
“I want them to die…” she whimpers, staring down where we’re almost joined. She spreads her legs wider, tilts her hips up toward me, silently begging.
With an evil smile, I plunge inside her.
“...Screaming!”
WIth a ragged scream, Sazahn tilts her head back into the pillow, clutching me as I pound into her. The softly warm horizon darkens as a violent crack of thunder booms around us. Inside the tent, the candles are immediately extinguished. Lightning brightens the tent intermittently, flashes highlighting the ecstasy on her face.
I pull her legs over my shoulders and bear down, growling and snarling like a beast—like a demon—as I plunder her body. Then I pause and reach for a ceremonial dagger, blade curved and wicked, under my pillow.
Her eyes go wide for a moment.
“Do not fear,” I murmur, still moving inside her. “I want to give you something.”
“What?” she asks breathlessly.
“A gift. Of fearlessness. Of power.” I lean down and give her a deep, wet kiss, which she eagerly accepts. “Will you accept it?”
“Yes,” she whispers, gazing up at me with lust-drunk eyes.
I slice the blade along the left side of my chest, over my pectoral, in a deep two-inch cut. My blood oozes out, sliding down my chest.
“Drink.” I lean down.
She stares up at me for a moment.
I do nothing but wait.
Then she laps up the blood rolling down my chest and brings her mouth to the cut. I feel the pull of her lips, the brush of her tongue, and a bolt of ecstasy I’ve never felt bursts through me. My cock pulses inside her. As she sucks, I resume the movements of my hips, reaching as deep as I can inside her with every thrust. Her moans are muffled, hands greedy as she grabs my buttocks to urge me on faster, harder.
My flesh slaps against hers as I plunge in and out of her, pleasure reaching a boiling point with the dual sensation of being buried inside her tight wetness and the flow of my life’s blood into her body.
Suddenly, just as her pussy clamps down on my cock with a powerful pulse, she tears her mouth away and lets out a scream of pleasure louder than the roar of thunder. There’s an inhuman distortion just underneath her voice, and I know the blood has taken hold.
I gaze down at her, at her wildly beautiful face, mouth smeared with my blood, and for a heartbeat, I see the flicker of flame deep in her eyes.
My mouth crashes to hers, and I snarl deep in my chest as I reach my climax and shatter. My thick seed jets out to fill her but I keep thrusting hard, wrenching another orgasm from her. My blood flavors my tongue as I suck it from hers.
With this unholy union, we are bonded. Mated.
For eternity.
The storm fades and recedes, replaced with our placid paradise. The candles relight themselves. When we catch our breath, the cut on my chest is gone, and there is no trace of blood on her lips. But the consummation is done.
Her lips part, and as if for the very first time, Sazahn draws a deep breath and exhales slowly. When she opens her eyes, those flickers of embers in her pupils remain.
I smile.
“When you are ready, my love, we will return to Draco City. And then…”
She returns my smile.
“We will set to work.”