Epilogue
Aios
Two years later…
“Feed Daddy,” I hiss, shifting in our bed to lay my head onto her lap.
“Just watch your teeth, you nearly took my nipple off last night.” Eve smirks as she undoes the buttons on her cotton nightgown, releasing those engorged breasts that have me and my cock on a fucking leash.
“I’ll try, little wife. But you know your milk turns me into a monster.”
Her tiny hands guide her dripping nipple to my waiting mouth, and she rolls her eyes when I latch on.
“Oh, God, Aios. That always feels so good.”
“Don’t call me God,” I mumble around her leaking flesh, “especially with your tit in my mouth. I am Daddy. Don’t bring God into things, you know how my cock hates that. If you want to be fucked like a good girl—”
I don’t bother finishing. Her cream is dripping, and nothing else matters but getting it in my mouth.
My cock releases a sigh of contentment as the flavor makes him stir and reach for her.
Soooo good. She’s far too good for you, demon. But that milk, it makes me greedy. Suckle and fuck. You can do two things at a time, can’t you? I have ten pounds of cum ready to spill into that womb and breed her again…
I do my best to ignore his incessant banter as I squeeze the taut flesh, squirting milk across my tongue, while her thigh slides against my hip. She smells like sleep and salt and something sweet that didn’t exist in our life a year ago.
Our son is down the hall, quiet at last. He’s my only competitor for the sweet nectar that flows from my wife’s tits.
Not that I begrudge Riven his fill of her milk, there’s plenty for both of us, and he is my offspring, after all.
But I was here first, and Eve started to produce her milk almost as soon as she was impregnated.
When she complained that her tits ached, I instinctively knew what to do. If demon saliva can heal a wound, why wouldn’t our mouths be good at easing the pain of lactation? Even skull-mouths like mine?
Well, it turns out that the simple act of suckling makes all the difference, and I found I have a taste for it.
My cock is going to be satisfied, because I’ll keep her pregnant as long as possible from now on.
I love when she’s round and full, I’ve found a new love for our child, and I never want to end my addiction to her milk.
In fact, if she ever decides she has enough babies, I’ll nurse enough to keep her milky for eternity.
It’s unusual for a demon to have children. Her gestation took nearly thirteen months, her body turned soft and round, and she was as horny for me as I was—and am—for her.
Most of my kind aren’t born, but are formed from darkness and dust by our master. In fact, there are some in the underworld who would like to destroy our child just for existing, calling it blasphemy against the Big Man.
They’d like to, but I would tear hell itself a new one before I let them touch a single hair on Riven’s pretty little head.
And it really is a beautiful head. Perhaps not beautiful in the same way as my skull, but in its own way even more perfect.
Riven has soft, silvery skin. Not gray like mine but pale like his mother’s, with just a hint of moonlight that sharpens his cheekbones when he smiles, as he so often does.
His hair, too, is pale and fine like Eve’s.
He doesn’t have talons, but he does have dark, sharp little nails that will be a promise of power when he grows older.
After his birth, we left the old manor for this weathered house above the breakwater. At that point, Eve was on seventy-nine souls delivered, and we were struggling to reap more without drawing undue attention from human law enforcement in the small town where the house stood.
Not that law enforcement can do much against a demon and his mate, but they can still be a frustration to the soul-reaping process.
Besides, Eve had certain… requirements… when it came to the souls she sent to the underworld.
They had to be evil. Truly evil. And not just greed like the bank manager.
Eve insisted that the people she reaped had to meet her own definition of bad. Abusers, murderers, those who spread hate and suffering.
She takes particular pleasure in inflicting pain on those who would harm the helpless. Any being that has hurt a child, an animal, or anyone who is not capable of fighting back. Let’s just say, my sweet little innocent Eve takes her time and comes away smiling and soaked in blood.
So fucking hot. I usually fuck her filthy right there, covered in the slick crimson liquid next to the dead body. I have discovered many kinks. Outside of being her Daddy, and my milk fetish, I get irrationally turned on by watching her kill someone. The more violent, the better.
Sue me.
My wife loves how feral she makes me, and her little pussy has become my fucking drug.
It’s strange to say it, but I admire her even more for her morals, and I’ve been learning to direct my own powers in a way that benefits the weak and powerless, too.
So here we are, in a sprawling house by the water, where we’ve found enough souls that meet Eve’s specifications in order to complete the transaction.
And the Big Man is as pleased as I am, gladly keeping his end of the bargain.
In fact, he’s offered to make a new one if we’d be willing to reap more souls.
Eve is currently considering it, but we might have to move again if we want to find more potential victims, and my wife is a homebody. She much prefers to read, dote on me and our child, take my cock whenever it suits me, and be indulged by her Daddy in any way she likes.
Eve tips my chin with two fingers. “You’re thinking.”
“Only about how lucky I am.” I hook her knee over my waist and lower my weight until she feels all of me, not just the cold edges. “About how you turned into the world’s sweetest, most beautiful soul reaper,” I rumble into her throat. “My beautiful Eve.”
“They all deserved it,” she answers, laughing under her breath.
My turn now, demon! I want in there, stop talking! Fuck her. FUCK HER!
I find her hand, pulling her up from the bed toward the thick fur rug in front of the embers glowing low in the stone fireplace.
The air hums with the scent of the fire and her sweetness.
“Riven sleeps,” I rumble, pulling her into my chest, a wall of gray muscle that shimmers like ash against the firelight.
She melts against me, sighing into my ribs as I tilt her chin up with a talon.
“You’ve mastered caring for our child and our kitten so well. I thought to reward you.” My other hand produces a conjured, sparkling pendant, shaped like a hellhound. “A new companion,” I say, securing the chain around her neck.
“Aios, you want a dog?” Her brow furrows.
“Maybe. Hellhounds are very protective.” My claws trace the pendant’s outline before slicing through the fabric of her thin nightdress. “Do you remember what I said to you the first time we fucked?”
“No… Sorry, it was sort of intense.” She blinks up at me, still so unaware of her own beauty and power, the scent of milk in the air, her bare breasts leaking cream down onto the floor.
“I said, ‘Do you want to know how a hellhound mates?’” I recall the very moment, and my cock stands out long and ready for what he knows is coming as I press her down to the floor.
“The female presents herself willingly to the male.” I knock her knees apart, then circle behind to kneel behind her upturned ass. “A true hound’s coupling isn’t gentle.”
My talons drift down the indent of her spine as firelight catches the curve of her hips, so beautiful as she waits, her arousal already streaming from her in a shimming thread.
She holds her breath as I grip my phallus, feeling it flex and throb. The bedroom walls quiver with magic as my cock surges to life, and I press it to her slit.
“They sink deep…all the way,” I growl, nudging the crown against her heat. “They grow a huge knot once they have released inside their mate.”
“Knot?” She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes already hazed with lust. Such a good, dirty girl for me.
I chuckle. “Yes, as big as a fist.”
I conjure fur that thickens along my thighs and torso as I guide myself between her folds to that heavenly opening, hardness brushing her entrance before I thrust forward with one brutal stroke.
She screams, her little fingers fisting the fur rug, fingertips dragging through the long pile. I’m buried to the hilt in a sheath so tight it nearly stops my heart.
“Breathe, little witch,” I pant, bending down to bite the curve of her neck where her pulse thrums. “A hound fucks hard and fast. He sees his mate as the ultimate prize, and he loses all control.” My hips piston faster as she wriggles beneath me, her hands clutching the fur for leverage.
“You’ll feel it grow. You feel that fur brushing your ass?
That’s the hellhound mounting you. Let him in.
Reach back and guide that dog cock inside you. Show me how much you want it.”
Her trembling hand slips under her body, reaching back to find the base of my shaft.
“That’s a good girl. Guide him in.”
She moans, loud and long, as she pushes me forward into her heat. She struggles to take me. My cock seems to be enjoying this little fantasy as much as my wife, thickening and locking us together until it’s a struggle to move.
Her moans fuel my hunger, her hand squeezing the base of my dick.
“Back on all fours, wife. You need to hold on.” My fur bristles against her soft flesh as the knot swells, anchoring as I battle to thrust deeper. I drive forward, my balls already threatening to unload, but I’m not ready. I want more of this, more of her.
“That feels so good,” she mewls. “I’m getting that funny feeling, Daddy,” she pants, her opening snapping tight around my cock, so tight I see stars.
“That’s good, little witch. You are the hound’s breeding bitch. You are making him ready to fill you with hot, sticky seed.” I pump in and out, fighting the knot as I rasp, driving harder until her milky thighs tremble. “Scream for me. Milk all the prize from the dog’s balls.”
Her cry echoes through the room as we climax.
Our bodies move together, thrusting and shuddering in a violent spasm that spills my seed inside her. The knot holds us joined as we collapse onto the rug in a sweat-slick heap.
“You enjoy your Daddy as a dog?”
She turns, catching sight of the fur that covers my body, offering me that lusty smile I love. “More than I should.”
“Good. Maybe our next spawn will be a little hellhound pup,” I rasp, lowering us on our sides, kissing her temple. “He’ll adore you.”
“We should introduce ourselves to the neighbors,” she says, so comfortable with me inside her by now, she could give me the grocery list with my dick still spurting, and I would think nothing of it. “What do you think? Invite them for dinner or something?”
We’ve been here for almost six months, but the new neighbors only moved in last week. I know Eve has had her eye on them, checking them out as potential souls to be reaped, but if she’s talking about inviting them over, then I assume she hasn’t found any reason to send them down the dark stairs.
“Sure.” I smooth damp hair from her temple. “Although this time I’ll wear the mask.”
She laughs, nodding. “I love your face, but it does have a certain… effect when we’re in polite company.”
It’s a conjured thing. A flesh mask that makes me look almost human. Ridiculous and ugly compared to my perfection, but mortals are so easily frightened.
A thin wail rises from the nursery. Eve smiles, wiggling as I withdraw from her warmth, my cock cursing me inside my head as he does every fucking time I pull out of her. “Your turn.”
“Definitely,” I agree, grabbing a lush velvet blanket from the back of a chair and covering her with it. “You just stay here and look beautiful. I’ll tend to the diaper.”
Down the hall, inside the nursery painted red and gold, our son’s hands stretch high, beckoning for me to pick him up, and my heart stirs.
The perpetual kitten in jet black I created as a pet for Eve, which she named Sunlight, sits on the nightstand, watching over him, her green eyes curious as she listens to Riven cry.
She has been as much a protector to him as she has to us, and is a good mouser too.
No rats yet, but perhaps when we return to Wintermere, she’ll catch a very particular one.
My son quiets as soon as I lift him, and I settle him gently on my shoulder.
When I bring him back to our room, Eve is propped against the pillows in our bed, hair loose, mouth soft.
I ease him into her arms, and he latches on with a grateful grumble, and I know exactly how he feels. I climb in behind them and bracket them with arms and legs, my chest a wall at her back. My palm settles on her belly again.
“My beautiful, perfect little witch,” I hum, and kiss the top of her head. “I never thought I would know what heaven feels like, but I do, every day.”
“You’re such a softie, Daddy.”
“Only for you, my queen. My wife. My love. Only for you.”