Chapter 16 Eurydice
EURYDICE
The air-pocket chapel is a brittle refuge, its dry stone walls cradling the flicker of half-spent candles, their flames jagged against the warped pews.
The necropolis’s damp seeps into my sodden dress, chilling my skin, but Theron’s presence—his golden mane dripping, chestnut fur matted, amber eyes blazing—sets my blood alight.
We crash together, laughter and sobs mingling, salt and ash gritty on our skin.
My hands claw into his fur, desperate to anchor myself to his heat, to defy the drowned world outside.
“Theron,” I rasp, my voice raw with urgency, dark hair plastered to my shoulders. “My beast, I need you. Fuck me until the abyss breaks. Pound my holes like the savage minotaur you are, make me scream your name until the dead wake.”
His rune-carved horns catch the candlelight as he towers over me, a minotaur of untamed power, his growl a primal chant that shakes my core. “Eurydice,” he rumbles, eyes burning with feral lust, “show me your fire, you filthy siren. Beg for my cock like the needy slut you are for your beast.”
I surge into him, gray eyes locked on his, my body trembling with a hunger that could shatter stone.
“Everywhere,” I snarl, voice thick and dripping with desperation, “my pussy, my ass—claim all of me, beast. Stretch me wide, fill me with your hot seed until I’m dripping.
” My words are a rebellion, spitting in the face of the kelp chains that tried to bind me.
His massive hands seize my waist, rough and possessive, bruising my skin as he yanks me against his furred bulk, his thick cock straining like a raging bull beneath his kilt.
I tear the fabric away with frantic fingers, revealing its monstrous length—veined, throbbing, slick with precum that drips like honey from the gods.
He rips my dress apart in one savage pull, the wet fabric splitting with a gasp, baring my heaving breasts, nipples hard as pebbles in the cold air, my skin flushed with defiant heat.
“Look at you, my wet little whore,” he growls, his voice a thunderclap, “tits begging to be mauled, pussy weeping for my beast cock.”
Our lips collide, a kiss fierce with salt and desperation, his thick tongue invading my mouth, tasting of sea and raw animal need.
I bite his lip, drawing a snarl, my tongue battling his, sparking heat that could burn the ocean dry.
My nails rake down his furred chest, leaving red trails, and I shove him toward a pew, my body on fire.
“Suck me, you horned brute,” I demand, thrusting my chest forward, my tits bouncing with the force.
His mouth clamps onto my nipple like a vice, sucking with savage hunger, his tongue lashing mercilessly, teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
Pleasure shoots through me like lightning, my pussy clenching empty, juices trickling down my thighs.
“Theron! Oh fuck, yes, beast—suck harder, bite me!” I scream, the chapel echoing my filthy cries, his mouth relentless, alternating breasts, mauling them until they ache, swollen and red, driving me to the edge of oblivion.
I grip his horns, yanking him closer, my hips grinding against his thigh, smearing my wetness on his fur.
“Make my tits yours, mark them with your teeth, you animal!”
I pull free, panting like a bitch in heat, and drop to the stone floor, its chill biting my knees.
My mouth stretches around his massive cock, sucking hard and sloppy, drool spilling as my tongue swirls over the thick, ridged head, savoring his briny, musky taste that makes my clit throb.
My fingers probe his tight ass, slipping inside the hot ring, stroking his prostate in time with my mouth, feeling him buck like a wild bull.
His growl is a war-cry that shakes the walls, his hands knotting in my hair, fucking my face with short, brutal thrusts.
“Fuck, Eurydice, you cock-sucking goddess—take it deeper, choke on your beast’s cock,” he groans, his hips snapping, balls slapping my chin.
I gag deliciously, tears streaming, pushing my finger deeper, curling it to milk him, my mouth unyielding, loving how his massive frame trembles under my control, his power crumbling to my filthy will.
“Ride me, you dripping cunt,” he snarls, yanking me up by the hair, eyes wild with beastly rage.
I straddle him on the pew, gripping his horns like reins, his coarse fur scraping my inner thighs raw.
“Fuck me, my beast—ram that monster cock into me!” I hiss, sinking onto his length, my pussy stretching obscenely around his girth, a sharp, exquisite burn that makes me howl.
Juices squelch as I bottom out, his cockhead kissing my cervix.
I grind hard, circling my hips, then lift and slam down, riding him like a storm.
“Oh gods, yes—your cock’s splitting me, beast!
Harder!” I shift, guiding his slick cock to my ass, the tight pucker resisting before yielding, the searing stretch making stars explode behind my eyes.
My scream tears through the chapel as I impale myself, inch by agonizing inch, until he’s buried balls-deep in my forbidden hole.
I ride him with feral intensity, hips slamming violently, the pew groaning under our assault, candles flaring as our passion defies the dark.
Shadows twist like jealous spirits, the air thick with wax, sweat, and the musky scent of our fucking.
His hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them wide, spanking hard enough to leave prints.
“Take it, you anal whore—bounce on your beast’s cock like you were born for it!
” he roars, thrusting up to meet me, our bodies slapping wetly.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, pinning me against the stone wall, his mouth returning to my breasts, sucking with brutal fervor, teeth sinking in, each pull a tidal wave of ecstasy that has my pussy gushing.
“More! Bite me, beast—make me orgasm from your mouth alone!” I cry, nails clawing his fur, vision blurring as pleasure threatens to drown me.
My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him on.
He devours me, switching nipples, sucking until they're raw and pulsing, my screams raw and animalistic, echoing like a siren's call.
“Finish me, you horned fucker,” I growl, voice breaking with slutty need.
He flips me onto my hands and knees on the cold stone, the bite of it heightening every sensation, and rams into my pussy from behind, doggy style, deep and relentless, his balls slapping my clit with each brutal thrust. His cock hits that perfect spot, a vow against death itself, stretching me to my limits.
“Deeper! Pound my cunt, beast—make me your breeding bitch!” I roar, pushing back hard, my pussy clenching like a vice, pleasure surging like a storm.
He grabs my hair, yanking my head back, his other hand slapping my ass red.
“Cum for me, Eurydice—milk my cock with that tight hole!” My orgasm erupts, a blinding wildfire, my scream shattering the silence as my pussy spasms, squirting juices onto the stone, my body collapsing, lost to ecstasy.
I wake hazy, his cock shoving into my mouth, his growl commanding, “Drink me, Eurydice—swallow your beast’s load like a good cumslut.
” I suck greedily, lips sealed tight, tongue milking him as he erupts, hot, thick ropes of cum flooding my throat, spilling from the corners of my mouth.
I swallow every drop, moaning whorishly, my body trembling with aftershocks, the candles dimming to gold.
We collapse, tangled in sweat and fur, salt and ash on our skin, the shell-bell tied to my wrist chiming softly.
“Follow this if I’m lost,” I whisper, the chapel cradling our filthy vows in its ancient stone.