Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“One year,” He says, raising a finger, and turns away.
“Wait—” Eve starts, but He is already gone.
I take her in my arms as the sky returns to normal, but see the frown on her face, ruining her beauty even as I kiss it away. “What is it, little witch?”
“I thought the deal had to be sealed in blood?”
I chuckle, remembering the way I kissed away hers from her fingertip when we first met. “I think we can trust Him to keep His end of the bargain, so long as we keep ours. Come on, let’s get you warm. Then, we have a life to plan, and you have some learning to do. You will become a master soul reaper little one, no one will see you coming.”
And as I take her inside, I catch a glimpse of a rat tail disappearing under the skirting. So, the Big Man left Varak for me. Perhaps Eve would like a kitten? A very angry, rat hungry…kitten.
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.