Bael
Her sweetness was my damnation.
The first drop of milk that beaded on her breast was divine torment. I lapped at it, my forked tongue scalding her delicate skin, and the taste was sweet and sacred. It seared me deeper than any hellfire.
This is the last time. The last death, I told myself, even as my claws flexed against her heaving breasts.
But watching the light fade from her eyes never grew easier.
I pushed all four fingers inside her tight hot cunt, forcing her to adjust to the girth.
My girl never let me down. Her sloppy cunt soaked my fingers, allowing me to pump my fingers in and out of her.
I released her nipple and sat up to see her flesh stretched out around my hand like an open flower in full bloom.
My cock strained against my loincloth, and I unfastened the tie, pulling it off to set free my cock. Her eyes widened comically when she saw the length. I rubbed the leaking tip, smearing the liquid around the tip until it shone.
The hunger in her eyes became rampant. I leaned over her swollen belly to place my thumb on her lips. Her lips parted, and she sucked my juices up like a hellwhore in heat.
“What do you need, Lucia?” I asked, brushing my thumb over her clit.
“Fuck me, Bael,” she moaned before she sucked on my thumb again.
This was her true nature.
Our truth.
Our twisted union.
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” she snapped back at me.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy to see her gaping hole. I brushed the tip of my cock around her opening, smacking it against her clit a few times before teasing her stretched hole until she begged. The sweet, desperate cries were my undoing.
The head of my cock pushed into her welcoming hole, clenching it as I pushed against the soft walls of her cunt.
I gripped her hips, raising them as I moved closer, pressing deeper until my moan joined hers.
Her pussy looked obscenely stretched around my heavy cock, but it wasn't enough. It never was.
I raised her leg and rested it on my shoulder. This was the last time I would see her carrying our child. The child who sealed our pact. Her pretty blue eyes were dilated. She was ready.
“I missed you, my love,” I said, kissing her calf.
“Untie me,” she said, tugging her arms.
“No. I like seeing you tied up,” I said, gripping her thigh before thrusting my hips forward.
I rocked in and out of her pussy. Inch by inch, I filled her up.
“My little breeding whore,” I said, placing my palm over her taut belly, slamming the last few remaining inches inside her until my balls rested against her slit.
“Argh,” she cried. Her leg trembled, but I smiled.
She had taken me in every lifetime and every form.
“Mmmm, you feel so good, Lucia. You love it, don’t you?” I panted, watching my cock work its way into her pussy over and over again.
“Y-yes,” she stammered, arching her back.
I snapped back my hips and started to pound into her.
Thrusting my hips back and forth, slapping our flesh together.
Her heavy tits bounced each time I smacked into her.
I moved my hand down to her clit, circling it.
Once, twice and before I managed a third, she screamed as her cunt clenched around my length.
My balls ached as they reared up, but I continued to fuck my bride until her pussy milked my cock, massaging it until my cum spilt inside her. My cock throbbed and continued to shoot thick ropes of seed inside her tight hole.
I took a deep breath and placed my hands over her belly. It was time for our child to be born. She was still panting, her eyes closed, as I pulled out of her. It was satisfying to see her abused, puffy cunt swimming with my cum.
She clutched her stomach and moaned in pain.
“The baby is coming,” I said when her wide eyes searched mine.
“Already?”
“It won’t take long,” I said as I coaxed the babe down.
Within a few minutes, Lucia was soaked in sweat, and I could see the baby’s head. I used my powers to adjust her body and pull the baby out without harming either of them.
Lucia screamed when our child crowned.
My heir.
The dark head of hair was followed by two perfect ears.
“You’re doing great. A little more, and the baby is out,” I said, but waved my hands until the child broke free.
I caught him.
A boy.
I winced when I saw Lucia’s exhaustion, but placed our son on her naked chest.
“Oh,” she said, stroking his cheek. “Hello.”
He let out a lusty cry, causing us to smile at him.
“He looks human,” she said, cradling him before she tried to move his lips onto her breast.
“He isn’t,” I said before leaving the room to gather the items for my son.
She fed him while I cleaned him up and cut the umbilical cord. She wrapped the blanket around him, but she never put him down. I sat watching, waiting and plotting. They both slept, and I moved my son to the basket. I stared at her for a few moments before I struck.
My claws pierced her throat. She realised it too late. The blood spread beneath her. Her hands clutched her throat as she struggled to breathe, smearing blood everywhere in her panic.
“Shh,” I murmured, licking the blood from her lips as her pulse fluttered beneath my teeth. “You’ll never lose me again.”
Her heartbeat stuttered.
And as her soul slipped free, I caught it—a shimmering thread—and wove it into the brand on my own wrist.
Five marks.
Five lives.
At last, my bride was mine forever.
I cradled my son in the crook of my arm and stepped through the smouldering veil, back to Hell...where my bride, my Lucia, waited in her gilded chains.