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“Yes…” The King thrust upward, grinding his hard length against my arse as he cupped my breast. “So long since I’d had a warm quim tighten around my cock and milk the seed from me. Do you deserve that, little one? My flesh pounding into yours until you come apart on my length? Hmm?”
I’m not usually one to highlight dirty talk, but this… wow. Beautiful. Very dirty… but beautiful.
“I am your god.” The blasphemous statement didn’t register nearly as much as how he pulled out from my arse, letting a trickle of seed run down my leg. “As old as time, born from nothing, I came into existence with one purpose: to rule and rot the flesh and bone of all that lives, so I may cleanse the Earth of its remnants and command over them. Theres’s no place, my little one, where you could hide from me. Not forever.”
Oh yes, my little mortal would pledge her loyalty and love, swear an oath from the sweetest of lips, and then she would break it. She would run from me. Abandon me to eternity, my wicked, wayward mortal. The past had taught me no different.
“You’re not listening, little one.” Another pitying stroke through my hair. “Mortals are wicked creatures, always striving for more power than they can handle. If the masses pray to a god who doesn’t exist, then the mortal who speaks for said god amasses great power. Riches too, I would assume.”
I appreciate the representation of the religion in this universe, it’s very interesting. I’m also an atheist so I guess I also like the slight reflection this is on real religions.
Clenching my eyes shut, I said, “Guess I ended up at the whorehouse after all.” Still seated deep within me, he leaned over and ardently kissed between my shoulder blades. “Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. Never my whore, forever my woman.”
Time meant nothing to me. It no longer passed in hours, minutes, or even seconds, but instead, time passed in pieces of my soul chipping away one moan at a time. “Enosh…” Clink. Dignity, gone. “Enosh…” Clink. Duty, gone. “Enosh…” Clink. Hope of escape? Gone.
I feel like she’s being so purposefully dramatic that it’s really funny. This might have been intended to be serious, but it’s funny for me lol
“For as much as I torment you with need, you do the same to me, mortal, or I would have tossed you outside to let you die among the corpses. Servant, plaything, treasure… above all, you are my woman.” I shuddered. Not an unwoman. Not a woman. His woman.
An unexpected laugh escaped me, no matter the somber truth of her words. “Ah, I am gaining the sense that my wife will not stop pestering me.” “A husband’s lot until he dies.” She shrugged, chewing down a self-satisfied grin. “Or in your case, for eternity.”
I moaned at the familiar taste, even as the trap around me snapped shut. Its prey? My heart. Caught between the welded iron of a promise given and the lure of sweet words sitting at the center, its rapid pounding drew in the devil who wanted it. A devil who sensed its every sinful stumble, every wicked vibration, every squeeze around an organ that had wilted in my chest for too long. Enosh sensed everything. Every. Immoral. Beat. Letting him corrupt it as he’d done with my body would be weak. Selfish. Undeniably wrong. I wanted it so badly.
And for what? To rot the remains of my deadbeat, late husband? He could go right ahead and walk off the fucking cliff for all I cared.
Finally! I’ve been waiting for her to finally curse that man!
