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The King of Flesh and Bone.
“Your heart will beat for eternity, and no age shall befall your warm body while in my service, little mortal.” The King’s dark whisper hushed against my sweat-pearled temple. “Welcome to the Pale Court.”
“My court is so… cold.” Gentle fingers brushed wet hair over my shoulder before they trailed down my back, making me arch away. “Shh… never evade my touch, mortal, or deny me your warmth.”
“Every part of you, my little one, will serve me for eternity, starting with those lush lips. They will wrap around my length while I thrust against the back of your throat. And once you know the taste of my seed by heart, I will make every other orifice mine to play with. To fill and stretch until you quiver with need, begging me to allow you release.”
“You will beg. And if you’re a good little mortal, I shall spend my seed with your flesh clenching around me. Now, now, don’t cry, Ada. You need yet more time to recover, for my hunger for your warmth is too great.”
“Mmm, and I sensed it all. Your hunger for my swollen cock laying claim to the back of your throat, your warm sheath, your tight ass that has yet to be subjugated to this kind of pleasure. Do you want me to show you?”
“There, that’s a good little… No, don’t press your thighs together. Let me see how you play with what’s mine. Mine to agonize with need; mine to torment with pleasure.”
“Swallow me down, my little one,” he rasped. “Yes… ah, such a good girl. Spread it across your gums and learn the taste of my seed.”
“Oh my god!” His grin-hardened mouth covered my sex as he mumbled, “Quite so.” “Please…” “I’ll please you like no other can.”
“I am the heat between your legs, the throbbing in your cunt, the moan in your throat, the tremble in your bones, and the ache inside your belly, hungering to make me sate it.”
“You’re the devil.” “On more than one occasion, mankind has called me the devil.” He pushed down between my shoulder blades until my arms gave out. “Let me show you pleasure like only the devil can.”
for a god formed to perfection, her imperfections fascinated me the most.
“Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. Never my whore, forever my woman.”
“Do I not stroke and pet and dote on you for hours, little one? Tease this little bud until it peeks from its hood, hard and needy? Like this. Mmm, yes. Slow. Gentle. That’s how my woman loves it.”
“I feel every cell in your body and how it longs for me, aches for my touch after years of scorn and neglect. Oh, my little one, let me worship your body the way your man ought to.”
“Mmm, my little one got herself all wet again, making such a needy mess between her legs that I shall tend to. Let me have a taste of my woman’s cunt.”
“Oh, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, you desire this as much as I do. You crave the undivided attention of my touch, how I listen to your muscle’s every whim, answering your body’s every plea.”
“Worse than a god in rage is a god in love.”
“You haven’t been around a lot of women if you think a woman’s silence comes so cheap.” “I have not.” I brushed my lips along the corner of her mouth. “You are only the second living woman I have touched, yet you are second to none.”
“Child or no, you are precious beyond all, and you have my devotion for eternity.”
“Love comes unbidden and has no care for precautions, turning us into fools for liars and monsters.”
“Neither is it a decision.” “No, it is not. Love comes into existence between the flutters of a heart and grows awash in the heat at one’s core.”
“I dare you to look at me and deny how your heart beats faster at the undivided attention I give you.”
I was a willing captive. He was a loving god. Together, we were a man and a woman, making love in the forest, unconcerned with the snapping of nearby twigs or the passing of time as the sun peeked through the thinning forest canopy.
“And I would hurt you again. I would break your bones, sour your flesh, meld your skin to mine. I would do all that and worse, if only to have you for eternity. That, Ada, is how much I desire you.”
“I trust his word.” Pa frowned. “The devil is the father of all lies.” I rose and paced the creaky floorboards, not liking how this itch refused to ease. “Enosh is many things, but he’s no liar.”
“Does this not pain you? It ought to… if old scriptures are to be believed.” As if I would confess such a thing to a mere
