Fading to the bed, he pressed me under his body.
For the first time, he used his disintegration magic to make both my uniform and his disappear, leaving me in my matching black lingerie and corset, with my jewels on, and boots still on, everything else gone. He kicked his shoes off and pushed mine from my feet, then he held his cock that was already stone hard, pushed my small panty aside and pressed it into me, using both his pre-cum and my pussy juices to ease the penetration. All while kissing me hard.
Crossing my legs tight around him, I moaned over his lips as he all but gave a hard and deep thrust until he was instantly balls deep into me, filing every part of me with himself. Knowing how merciless he is in bed, I held myself on him, arms hugging his back tight, all not to fly away when he began to move inside me. Doing exactly how I like, how he knows it makes me go insane.
Not being able to hold my cries, I stopped the kiss, and brought my lips to his neck, then I bit him, and for the first time, he took advantage of the free curve of my neck that was right in front of his lips given how I tilt my head to bite him, and he bit me. And as we drank from each other's cups, he got even harder inside me, his cock getting swollen, making me press the walls of my pussy tighter around him.
His hand went to my back as he snapped my corset open and managed to take it off, together with my bra, throwing it far from the bed, without stop biting or moving inside me. And as his hands tortured my breasts and pinched my highly sensible nipples, I moaned over his neck, my sharp nails sinking deep into the skin of his back.
The connection between us more palpable than ever.
When we were satisfied enough with the biting that made it all more intense, he choked my neck hard and brought my lips up to his, kissing me hard, still angry, which can also be said for me, as I head his face hard and deepened the kiss. After kissing him until we both were out of breath, I used brute strength to switch making him be under me, while I came on top, still with him filling all of my inside.
As our eyes met, we both felt the mating bond snapping hard in the middle of us, his eyes were crimson red dark and I bet my pupils are as dilated as his. And I held his gaze as I adjusted myself over him, arching my body back slightly, hands on his muscled thighs as I moved my hips, riding him like I know he loves it. Unable to keep his hands to himself, Oliver brought them to my arse and he gripped hard on the cheeks.
Only our huffed breath and soft moans to be heard, no words.
And when we got close to our first climax of the night, he moved, getting out of me for a second, which I complained with a growl, he took my panty and threw away, then turned me around and slapped my arse hard as he's starting to get addicted to doing it. No complaints on my part, it feels bloody damn good when he does it, just as everything else does, including the violence and the throat grabbing, and the bites.
Putting my arse up, I laid my upper body on the bed, giving him all the access to my body, to do anything he wants to because I know I love it just as much, and as he held my hips and widened the cheeks open, pressing himself hard on me, he got inside again in one strong and quick thrust that made me see stars and grab the mattress hard, "This tattoo is new," he said in a raspy whisper.
But I was unable to say a word given how hard he was fucking me, I could only cry out and moan, my mind blank from anything but him and how addicting being in his arms and having him deep inside of me was. And every time he slapped my arse with that big hand of his, I tightened my pussy around him more, making so if we were to go insane with this, we'd do so together.
Isn't that what mates are for?
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"You taste even better when you're angry," he said as I flickered my eyelids open, after we had so much intense sex that I almost lost my consciousness again, whereas my body certainly did get knocked out.
It had, until I let it rest, my mind still awake, feeling him take me in his arms and embrace me tightly on his chest, caressing my hair softly, nothing like the hungry savage vampire from before. Seems like we are both insane, fucked up, powerful, dangerous and with a split personality. Sounds like a match.
Fate definitely thought so.
After giving my body around almost an hour to rest, it was good again. Thank you, winged serpent's insane healing. "I can say the same to you, bloody bastard."
"Curse me all you want, beautiful. I've caught you. I know you are all weak for me now," he grinned mischievously. "Now I know this is not one-sided. You are soooo in love with me!"
I growled, looking at his chest instead of his face, "I hate you."
"No. You don't," he giggled.
"Yes. Yes, I do. I'm not in love with you!"
"So, are you lying to me or to yourself, babe? Because I ain't never going to believe that. But don't worry, I-"
In a second I covered his lips with my hands, "Don't say it." I said quickly, feeling my heart sky rock and my entire body shake a bit. "Do not say it. Don't say it," I clenched my jaw. It'll make it all too real.
The mischievousness of his eyes subsided and they turned turquoise again, soften, kinder. Oliver held my hand softly and uncovered his lips. "Not saying it, won't change how I feel, beautiful," he whispered and then kissed my hand. "You've already gotten way too under my skin for that. You've gotten into way more than just my skin, Hel," caressing my hair, he brought me closer to his face and nuzzled his nose on my. "Even if you are a hellcat of a pain in the arse."
I scoffed, "Look who's talking."
Finally, the naughtiness returned to his face, "Never said I wasn't!"
Oliver sat down and made me straddle his lap, and I noted that he was with a pair of shorts now, thank lady. We aren't safe from each other if we are both naked, and that role is mine right now. Then he held my arms and made me enlace them around his neck, only then he brought his hands to my arse.
"You can be sweet, but you can also be a total psycho, Hel!" He brushed his lips on mine, temptingly. "You destroyed a wall of bookshelves with that insane slash of your magic, which you threw at me," he clicked his tongue, "and you also destroy all the glasses in here. Tsk, so, so savage."
I sucked my cheeks, "It's your fault. You brought me here."
"Of course, I brought you here. If I hadn't, you wouldn't address this issue even though you were furious, and you would avoid me, because you know I would hate that!" I'm not even going to deny that. "Besides, you are the only who can withstand my anger. Vice-versa."
Again, he's right. "It's the Maden," let's change topics.
He arched his eyebrows, "Who's calling us?"
A nod. "Apparently Nacht is her personal messenger, as well as he used to be the sub-leader of his kind, and fought in the Grand War of Pangea with grandpa Umbra. He must have survived with the help of the Maden. I think everyone of the Triple Goddesses stay in our world, under a different name. The Maden's Annabelle Bluebonnet."
"Now that's interesting."
I grinned, "Know what's more interesting?"
Oliver tilted his head, "What?"
"The Crone goes by Mia-Alexandria Hallow!" I dropped the bomb.
Slowly, his turquoise eyes widened in understanding and he gasped, "What, from the bottom of my bloody heart, the hell?" Exactly. "Where did you get that from?"
"After I talked to Mia, and she told me a whole lot about the Maden and the Mother, and also about herself if I'm right, both me and Jack got this strong feeling that she's the Crone," I put some distance between us and caressed his chest with my hands. "Oli, it would make sense and explain a ton of shite, don't you think? And the way she speaks like a higher being, like she knows everything that will happen as if she saw everything in the future, like the Crone does?"
He caressed my waist, "You really feel like she's a… deity?"
A nod, "I do. She also talked about the Maden and the Mother with such intimacy that felt like she's talking about family. Sisters."
"What did she said?" He asked and I told him everything.
Licking my lips, I traced my finger over his chest tattoo. "Oli, look at how she knows everything about everything and she keeps it quiet. She knows, but she can't interfere directly. She helps handing information and giving us ways to deal with the stuff that's happening, but without ever just straight-up telling us everything. It's not necessarily because it would make it all more boring for her, even if there's some truth to it, but that she can't do anymore shite to help."
He seemed to pond it, "It would make sense. But, beautiful, would that not mean that both me and you are getting an upper hand from a deity herself?" Oliver gasped anxiously. "She did train me, she is my master and she always goes easy on me, no matter what. And I can tell she does the same to you, by the way she looks at you with a soft spot, not to mention that she's your godmother," he chuckled to that, "literally a god-mother, and she also had a close relationship with your mom."
I couldn't help grinning, "I've been helped by two Goddess already, that's what's insane. Mia pretty much confirmed that emerald is the gem that brings out the best of my kind," moving my left wrist to him, I pointed to the bracelet with my chin, "if this wasn't confirmation enough. Which means the Maden… let's call her by her name, it'll feel better… it means that Annabelle fooled Meredith majestically to help me out."
"As they should, after letting your kind suffer like that."
"It's just insane, because if I'm right, it would mean Abellona, is what…? A vampire demigod? She is her great-something granddaughter after all." Does she even know?
I should visit her before we go up Everest and to Emerald Sky City.