“Humans are so easy to deceive. They always see what they want to see.” She raked his chest with her nails and tossed her head, causing her hair to flow like moonbeams. He bucked and twisted as the fire spread across his chest and sank into his abdomen. She squeezed with her knees, keeping her body centered over his captive cock. “You killed one of my servants today. Now you must answer for the crime.” She caught his hands and pinned his arms to the bed, entwining their fingers.
Fear and anger burst within him, but his struggles only seemed to amuse her. He arched wildly and twisted his hips, desperately trying to unseat her. She laughed again and tossed her hair. “There is plenty of time for thrusting. Save your strength. There are a few things we must establish before we continue.”
“Get off me!” She ignored him, so he asked, “How did you get in here?” Despite her diminutive size, he couldn’t free himself or dislodge her body. “Who are you? What are you?”
“You know who I am. I see it in your eyes. And ‘what’ has been greatly debated.”
“You’re Zophiel.” He shuddered, the name tasting rancid on his tongue. “Osric’s mistress.”
Her inner muscles tightened hard enough to make him gasp. “His ambitions might have been misplaced, but he was basically harmless. His death was utterly unnecessary.”
“I didn’t kill him. He killed himself to protect you. I wasn’t even there when he was captured.”
She shrugged and glanced off into the distance. “Milliner is old. It would take too much effort to arouse him and I’ve always preferred men to women, so Tias isn’t an option.” Her gaze stabbed back into his. “That leaves you.”
“What do you want with me?” He tried again to snatch his hands from her grasp, but her fingers wouldn’t budge.
“I would think that much was obvious.” She raised her hips then slammed them downward, causing them both to gasp. “You will feed me whenever I hunger and obey without question.” She shifted her weight forward, so she could more easily move her hips.
The steady slide of her snug passage drove his lust higher and scattered his thoughts. Feed her? Somehow he didn’t think she meant conventional food. Her hips rocked with a steady rolling motion, drawing her nearly off him before she took him deep again.
He fought against the pleasure, refusing to surrender to the lust building with each thrust. Something monumental would happen when he came. He could sense the looming change, even if he couldn’t explain what the change would entail.
“Come on. Don’t fight it.” She pushed away from his chest, breasts bouncing as the motion became more vertical.
She encased him like cream-soaked velvet, massaging his entire length with each leisurely stroke. It felt so damn good. How could he fight something that felt this amazing? His balls drew up tight, preparing to expel his seed. He gritted his teeth and turned his head to the side, tuning out the beauty of her naked body and flushed face.
“You can’t fight me forever, Roberto.” Her nails dug into his shoulders as she shifted slightly over him. “Maybe you like it wild.” She tossed back her hair and arched her back, moving twice as fast as she had before.
He cried out in desperation as the quick shuttle of her hips flung the pleasure skyward. His control snapped and he came hard, his cock twitching deep inside her. His balls emptied and his muscles contracted then relaxed, but the pleasure didn’t end. His skin tingled, his ears rang and lights danced before his eyes.
She chanted softly in a language he didn’t understand and her inner muscles rhythmically squeezed. To his utter horror his cock began to harden again. He recognized the pressure but couldn’t understand how she was doing it. He’d always been embarrassed by how long it took his passion to recharge.
“Accept my sacrifice, Father.” Something warm and sticky dripped onto his lips and he automatically licked at the substance. The metallic taste of blood spread across his tongue and he gagged. He tried to escape the disgusting drops, but she grasped his hair with one hand and forced her wrist between his teeth. Blood flowed into his mouth and no matter how hard he bit down she kept her wrist firmly lodged between his teeth.
Her foreign chant changed, the words different yet still unfamiliar. She finally removed her wrist from his mouth, but his relief was short-lived. She grabbed his arm and pulled his wrist to her mouth. Her teeth jabbed into his wrist and her lips latched on with hungry insistency. Pain shot up his arm and he screamed while heat pulsed through his entire body. He could feel her spreading through him, burrowing deeper until his heartbeat took on the rhythm of hers.