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November 28 - December 7, 2024
This book also contains explicit sexual content.
It better.
*Edit* Spoiler alert it had some but barely any
Damien’s hand on the back of her neck was new too. His grip was tight, though not necessarily unpleasant, and if she had to admit, she would not say she hated it, rather she would have simply preferred it happening somewhere a bit more private. While Damien’s touch, even like this, was a comfort, she knew something was quite wrong.
“The kind you get paid to do.” Amma’s eyes popped back open to see the careful look Fryn was giving the lace on the neckline of Amma’s underthings. “Wow, this is nice. What’d you have to do for it? Postern-gate stuff?” Amma didn’t know how to answer that. She didn’t have to do anything for it, and she had no idea what the rear entrance to a fortification had to do with anything either.
Lol
she’d just give him one or seven more inches of space between them, but she insisted on being right up against him, so he instead tried to conjure the least attractive image he possibly could in his mind. “How many orgies have you been in?” Well, that wasn’t going to do it. “I’ve, uh…lost count?”
Lol
“And now he’s dead because I…I killed him.” Damien wanted to take her by the hips, throw her onto the bed, and give her exactly what committing such a nefarious act deserved,
Her gaze held him, eroding the last modicum of restraint that kept his hands clenched at his sides and not lifting her up against the wall and fucking her right there.
Do it
Amma took him by the tunic and jerked him down into a frantic kiss. Her lips and tongue worked at his like she was starved, and relief flooded Damien’s chest at having her mouth on his again.
Yasss
“I can’t.” Blue eyes heavy with lust, she searched his face for the answer. “Why not?” “The talisman,” he admitted,
Fuck that
“Tomorrow I will find a necromancer, I will bring that bastard back, and I will torture him so meticulously that he will beg his gods to return him to the Abyss.”
🥰
“What happened to all of your superiority about where you put your cock?” “Realized it was already blighted by where it’s been.”
Lmao
Damien dropped his mouth onto an attentive nipple, drawing another cry from her throat, the depth of it exactly what he wanted. He needed to savor her, so Damien took his time, his painfully relentless curiosity finally given an opportunity for satisfaction.
he ran hands up her thighs to part them, and finally a pleading moan when he took the chain about her hips and began to inch it downward, lips following after. She wasn’t being nearly loud enough. Not yet. A rap sounded at the door, short and loud, and Amma sat straight up with a squeak. “Lord Bloodthorne, you have been summoned by the Grand Order,” a raspy voice called from the other side of the door.
This is beyond not funny anymore
Damien dropped his head into Amma’s lap and groaned right up against the warm, wet, rapturous place he’d nearly gotten to, fabric regrettably still sheathing her away from him. “Fucking bloody fucking Abyss of all the bloody possible fucking times.” He dragged himself upward begrudgingly to meet her face. “Apologies, my sweet.”
I would murder whoever is at the door
“Well, that’s an extraordinarily unhelpful non-explanation. And when do I need to do this?” YOU MUST COMPLETE THIS TASK WHEN THE BLOOD OF THE CHOSEN IS DRAWN. BEFORE THE ECLIPSE OF LO BY ERO, AFTER THE CONSTELLATION CHIMERUS HAS CROSSED THE CELESTIAL POLE, PRIOR TO THE REVEAL OF ABARATH IN THE NIGHT SKY, FOLLOWING— “Don’t make me do the math. You’ve an exact date in mind, yes?” THE TWENTY-THIRD.
Lol
“They always leave, Bloodthorne. It’s what your mother did.” Xander tipped his head in something like sympathy. “And doesn’t it just eat away at you that her only joy comes from the freedom of abandoning Zagadoth and the mistake she made with a demon?”
Xander is a such a brat
“Enchanted Map, could you please show me the Denonfy Oracle?” “Amma, the map is not meant to—” A new dot rose up on the parchment, deep blue and nestled into the mountain range, and Chthonic words scratched themselves out around the mark. “I suppose you’re so polite even the vilest objects will do your bidding.”
“So kissing, and other things, will have to cease.” Damien shook his head, vexed with himself, especially when the softness of Amma’s skin still somehow ghosted against his fingertips when his eyes inevitably fell to her backside, but it was truly worse than all that. Proposing that they shouldn’t engage in any kind of intimate behavior was disheartening, but the more troubling unsaid thing was that they couldn’t actually be together.
I’m going to cut Xander's dick off
“I don’t know. Maybe. I like being out in the wilderness. Lots of trees out here I could build a little house in. But I guess if I’m lucky, you’ll just release your father, he’ll put an end to the whole realm, and I won’t have to worry about being a baroness or a hermit out in the woods or anything.”
Lol
Damien was either much dumber than she’d always thought, or much more clever than she was willing to give him credit for just then.
Def dumber
“All hail new king, dieder of old king! Bow to great and mighty Amma da Enormous, Wielder of da Boulder of Doom and King of da Gribtoss Clan!”
New king need new banners, need new sleep space, need armor, weapons, cape, and all those need be big cause new king is e-norm-us.” At this Amma winced, but it was fair, relatively.
Lol
Skoob’s eyes roved up to Damien then. He pointed at the blood mage, and his lip curled in a sort of repulsed way. “Dis concubine?” Finally, the all-too-pleased smirk Damien had been sporting fell away and he crossed his arms tightly over his chest, giving Skoob a look. Too bad it was about five minutes too late. Amma finally had a chance to giggle out a bit of relief. “No, no, that’s—actually, yes, he is.”
Damien’s features went icy as he allowed Moghart to pull him down the ramp. “You will be punished for this,” he muttered in a voice reminiscent of the blood mage she had met in Aszath Koth. Amma only grinned, wiggling her fingers in farewell. “I look forward to it.”
“Enormous king have enormous brain. Hear decree,” he shouted at the others. “Do that!”
Amma trembled under his touch as he began to tug, revealing the soft curve of her hip’s flesh and making him bite his lip. Then her eyes widened, and she sucked in an inhale so sharp, he stopped. As he released her, the trembling continued only beneath his knees. Of course it wasn’t her; it was the bloody cavern. Damien dropped his elbows onto Amma’s thighs and raked fingers through his hair. “It is as if some sadistic god refuses to allow this until an unknown objective is met,” he grumbled. “What in all the planes must I do to—”
Big Spicy is worst.”
Agree
“They reproduce almost as quickly as they get eaten. They’ll be fine.”
😂
“If the talisman weren’t inside me, we would be apart.” She was whispering, but the arcana still lingering under her skin made her voice thunderous. “I haven’t been able to separate myself from it because I don’t want to be separate from you. Not ever.”
Damien kissed her, the only way he could put an end to her pointless apology. She was startled beneath his mouth, her lips catching up as he pulled away. “If that is what keeps us together, then be selfish,” he said, “but do not think I keep you around because of that talisman.” “But you always say—” “I say a lot of idiotic things,” he grumbled, grip on her wrist and jaw tightening. “What I mean is that I want to keep you, your body, your soul. I want every beat of your heart for my own, and I want to be consumed by you.” Amma had fallen still again, glassiness to her blue eyes. “You’ve ruined
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“I would certainly like to be of assistance, Amma, but every time I attempt to gratify you, I am callously interrupted by some clandestine force.” Damien
“I know you’re quite distracted, but have you so quickly forgotten that you should be on your best behavior for me? Where are your manners?” “Please?” she husked, licking her lips. “I need you, Master Bloodthorne. Please touch me.” “That’s my good girl.” Damien’s hand finally slid between Amma’s thighs,
Half way through the book get a singular sprinkle
It would be like that eventually, he feared, and the guilt flooded him at not sending her home to Faebarrow when he’d had the chance. But selfishness had won out, just as it had the night before. He used her for companionship, just as he’d used her to transport the talisman, the pendant, his own morality, and what kind of evil creature kept someone they cared so deeply about in so much danger when safety was such an easy option? Someone who had buried herself inside him deserved more. Someone who had given him such goodness in return for less than nothing, someone who made him think, even if
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The brooding guilt trip is driving me insane. If your gonna be bad be bad.
It may have not been in the way that humans were meant to, but he loved her. So, what in the bloody, fucking Abyss was he supposed to say? That festering blight he’d met in The Wilds and Krepmar Keep was stabbing at the edges of his arcane sense—this could be his only chance to tell her, but what?
Just tell her....
There was a prickle at the back of his hand, and he didn’t have to glance down to know it was noxscura seeping out, telling him that leaving the fantasy unsaid was best. If he died, she would be free of him, but if he lived and went on to do the unspeakable things he was meant for, it would be better if she were not beholden to a demon spawn who had lied to her. He would be no better than Cedric Caldor then—a monster she was bound to.
Im going to kill myself
“Amma, that’s filled with noxscura.” “What, really?” She pulled the top of it close to her face, and he almost grabbed it away. It wouldn’t spill out, she had made the damn thing, but, dark gods, that in and of itself was…well, it was sort of terrifying, but it also made him want to throw her down on that stone and claim her once and for all.
Do it
Damien wondered if everything he thought he knew about arcana was wrong, but only for a moment.
Def
Carefully, he brought the tip of his finger down onto the dagger’s point, drawing his own blood. Amma realized a second too late, a shadow enveloping the weapon before she could pull back, and it was ripped away. She jumped after it as it was held aloft, but Xander only pulled the shadow up out of her reach. “You’re still a delight though!” He squealed with laughter, sending the weapon up onto a high shelf with the flick of his hand and striding deeper into the parlor.
Lol
Delphine’s grip on his reins is probably tighter than it’s ever been, so retrieving Bloodthorne will require beating him into submission first.”
Can we just kill her?
knocked the back of his head against the wall for emphasis. He could barely feel it. Not good. “You know I can’t do that and have you in your own mind. It’s one or the other, dear: anemia or enthrallment.
Delphine sucked in a breath, metallic eyes falling to her chest where Amma’s dagger had finally found its target by Damien’s hand.
“Yeah, well,”—Zagadoth snorted out a laugh—“turns out you’re incredibly easy to love, kiddo.”
I still needed information out of her, so she was technically my prisoner, but she was taken care of! She was pissed about it though.” Zagadoth’s chuckle broke the intensity of how he had been trying to convince Damien, a thing he wanted very badly to believe. “She absolutely hated me, begged me to just kill her nonstop for those first few days which was actually kind of cute,
His breath fell over her lips, and Damien for once did not swallow back what he meant to say nor use his blustery words to exaggerate and distract. He simply spoke to her, and she listened. “I am in love with you, Amma, utterly and unconditionally, until my last breath and beyond.”
He was going slowly—so damn slowly—that she whined out a word of beseeching, and of course that only made him stop.
Yeah no shit
his tongue had its way with her core.
“Then come here so I can claim you as mine.”
He lifted her just enough to draw out a delighted squeal, and then his length found where it belonged. Arms trembling, he fought against himself to thrust wildly into her, instead savoring her slow descent until he was fully sheathed in the warmth between her legs.
JFC finally
Amma glanced up at him with big, bright, blue eyes, her ass in the air as she knelt between his thighs, his cock in her mouth. “’Ood ‘ornin,” she said, lips still around him. “Best fucking morning,” he groaned, eyes rolling back into his head. An hour or so later,
No no no!!!! 3 books I want every single detail and orgasm. Not fucking fast forward bullshit!! 😡
W hen Damien came to, he knew it was bad. And not the good kind of bad. Not even the bad kind, really. This was a wholly new measurement of bad, one he hadn’t experienced before despite thinking all along he was the epitome of the worst. But Damien Maleficus Bloodthorne had been wrong.
Duh
gentle caress brushed against Damien’s shin, and the little, black cat was there. He lifted it from under its front legs, holding it out. It blinked yellow eyes at him, and Damien was unsure if it was infernal or not—it was always exceptionally difficult to tell with cats—so he just shrugged and carried it upward to the throne.
