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)
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.