by A M Proctor
He rolled us over on the pillows and moved inside me again, never losing his erection.
He whispered, “Now it’s my turn to fuck Nevaeh.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
A Beautiful Disaster
The rest of the evening passed in an intoxicating blur for me. Hephaestus dominated my pussy even as other gods and goddesses joined us on the pillows. They gorged me with body parts to taste as Hephaestus continued to fuck me slowly. His magic pleasuring me to peak countless times. I think I fed from the balls of Ares. The clit of Aphrodite. The breasts of Hestia.
I remember inching Poseidon’s cock to release as I fed from it slowly. The more I fed, the more powerful I felt. When he came, I consumed that too. All of it and drew hard on his sensitive cock for more. I heard him remark, “Insatiable little beastie.”
I thought, no Hephaestus is an insatiable beast. He fucked me all night, cumming inside me repeatedly and never once losing his hard on. Eventually, I was carried to Zeus’s and Hera’s private rooms. They were amid passionate lovemaking as I delivered my sweet bite to the King of Greek gods. He roared as I inched him closer and then slowed his orgasm down. Lightening crackled around us as he came slowly into his wife.
When he’d finished, he rolled off Hera and left the room. Instinctively, I moved between her legs and worshiped her pussy. At first she gasped and stiffened, but then she relaxed and allowed me access to her clit.
I lapped at her, sucked her and cleaned the seed Zeus left behind inside her. I delivered my sweet bite as she climaxed and sipped her divine blood as she came.
I woke up with a groan midday, still sprawled naked in the huge soft bed I’d passed out in. I covered my eyes with my hand, wondering where all this light was coming from. Then I opened my eyes and stared curiously at my glowing hand, wrist, forearm and the rest of my body. Holy shit, I was glowing with power.
A young voice sounded from somewhere in the room. “You may stay for as long as you’d like.” I found Ganymede sitting on a pillow with a book in his lap.
Sitting up cautiously I asked, “How long have I been here?”
He glanced up and took in my naked body appreciatively. Ugh… no. I pulled the silken sheets around me, and he smirked. “I might look twelve but I assure you I’m thousands of years old. Don’t worry though, I like boys.”
Connections came together in my mind. I’m not sure if it was knowledge from the blood or my own knowledge. “You’re the one Zeus stole from Troy in his pedophile love days.”
He smirked. “It was love at first sight. Sure, I was young, but he gave me an immortal life.”
“Was it worth it?”
His smirk grew. “Sure. He’s never defiled me.”
“Somehow I believe that.” There was no way Zeus’s huge member would fit inside me, much less the ass of a twelve-year-old boy.
I pulled the covers off the bed with me as I stood up. My pussy immediately reminded me of my night with Hephaestus. It’s been a long time since my pussy complained so deliciously the day after.
“Where are my clothes? I need to go home.”
Ganymede led me out of the grand palace and through the courtyard. The open area was flanked with other buildings and I took more notice this time. They all had the Greek columns and architecture. Some towered higher and deeper than others. I assumed they were homes.
My gaze halted on the god leaning against the entry of one. I smiled immediately at Hephaestus’s impassive gaze. He’d obviously been working in his forge. Sweat and soot covered his half naked dark body. I wondered how he’d smell. He pushed off the doorjamb he was holding up and limped towards me.
Even with a twisted leg, he was powerful and strong. How could anyone thing this male was ugly? He had depth and soul. A kindness about him that stirred my heart. An awareness to his gaze that belied a brilliant mind. Not to mention a cock that never failed to please.
I was smiling up at him, begging him internally to lean down and kiss me goodbye. Instead, he held up a delicate golden chain. Too small to be a necklace but too large to be a bracelet. Spaced evenly on the chain dangled tiny, perfectly set and faceted aquamarine jewels.
He shifted uncomfortably as his light brown eyes searched my face for any sign that I liked what he was holding before me. “What’s this?”
He knelt down before me awkwardly and lifted my pant leg. With huge rugged fingers he clasped the anklet around my leg.
“I made this for you.”
He stood back up slowly and met my gaze. “To remember me by.”
I was touched and crushed all at once. Tears formed in my eyes, and my voice needed clearing of the emotion I felt.
“I don’t need jewelry to remember you, Hephaestus. My heart will never let me forget you.”
He touched the tear that fell from my lash. “Why do you cry?”
I cringed and admitted. “Because your gift means I’ll never see you again.”
His gaze narrowed slightly. “And this makes you cry?”
“It breaks my heart.”
He smiled then. A broad smile that showed straight white teeth. A smile that reached his eyes. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Thank you.”
I pressed my forehead to his strong jaw and asked, “For what?”
He pressed his lips to my forehead and whispered back. “For seeing me.”
I was blubbering as I left the golden gate. Damn my heart. At some point I gave it to another beautiful male whom I’d never be able to make a life with. First it was Lukenon. Vampires loved to eat high fae. Vampires weren’t allowed in the Fae Realm because we eat fae like birthday cake.
Second, it was Alexei and well that turned out so well that I ended up here in the God Realm. Ryzier came along and made me swoon because he’s so fucking damaged he’d never make husband material. Mason’s kind eats my kind. And now, Hephaestus. I gave him my heart in half a minute, knowing full well that I can’t stay here in the God Realm.
I was so upset with myself that I didn’t realize as we flew home that I was comfortable in the full sunlight of midday. That didn’t dawn on me until I threw myself into bed and lost it again. I didn’t feel the power that still radiated throughout my body until I saw the golden tears I’d shed on my pillow. Not the blood tears of a vampire, but the tears of a goddess.
I sat up and inspected the beautiful gift Hephaestus made for me. The aquamarine jewels pulsed and glowed with power. The color of my eyes. Jah and Rah came in with my girls and I told them of my night with the Olympians. Told them of the beautifully broken god, Hephaestus.
Jah spoke quietly as my girls snuggled with me. Her eyes on the anklet. “Hephaestus, the god of the forge, fire, metalworking, stone masonry and the art of sculpture. Cast off Mount Olympus by his own mother because he wasn’t perfect like the rest of the gods. He grew up on the island of Lemnos and learned to be a master craftsman there. When he discovered his mother’s betrayal, he crafted her a beautiful throne that entrapped her. He repeatedly refused to free her until Zeus promised him a place in Olympus. He’s been there ever since, working the forge and making their weapons. His craftsmanship is full of power, Nevaeh. Don’t think for a second your gift is just a trinket.”
I whispered, “His gift is full of love, Jah. It means the world to me.”
She smiled knowingly, and I turned my attention to my girls. Every moment I missed was leaps and bounds lost to me. I needed to get back to the Human Realm. Slow down their growth and allow them time to be children. Many times over the past month I’d had grateful moments where I’d give thanks to my birth mother for giving me a normal human childhood.
My girls deserved that life. The guilt I felt for taking them away from their realm was overwhelming. I constantly doubted my decision to flee Alexei’s mansion. If I’d have stayed, would things have been different? Would Gregory gotten over the loss of Emilio? What if I wouldn’t have freed my fae gifts? Would I have gotten over their deaths?
What about Alexei? Would he ha
ve eventually sent for me? I can’t imagine that he’d spend fifty years away from his family. Not as I remembered how he used to hold the girls after they were born. The tender kisses he bestowed upon them and me. He loved us. Did I betray him too? Maybe we both made mistakes. Maybe we could mend the broken fences one day. Be a family again.
Of course he’d have to change his ways, but didn’t he indicate that was what he wanted? He also indicated that Narella was dead when she’d been living deep inside the mountain all along. The cell beside her was glaring proof that he intended for me to live the same way. Why? It just made little sense to me. Something didn’t add up there and I didn’t give him a chance to explain.
He wasn’t there, though. He’d left Gregory and Emilio in charge. Left them, sent two more men to handle me and my daughters. I married Alexei, not them. Sure maybe I rebelled against the fact that my life was no longer my own to live. Maybe I didn’t like males telling me how to live and who’s babies I’d carry next. Maybe I was jealous of Narella, who still ran shit from under that mountain.
What if I wasn’t the victim in all this? Maybe I don’t have a cause to fight for. What if I’m the villain? Holy shit! What if I’m the bad guy? I valued fae life over vampire life. I caused Emilio’s death by releasing my fae friends. Am I a murderer? Did I deserve the punishment Gregory dealt me?
No. I value life, period. Gregory had no right to torture me. No right to abuse anyone. What the fuck am I thinking? I might not have been in the right, but I wasn’t in the wrong.
Mistakes were made on both sides and my girls have suffered. They won’t continue to suffer and they won’t be slaves to a group of males claiming to be their harem either. We have value and they will treat us as such or they don’t get to have us. Period.
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Ryzier continues to visit me weekly. He noticed my changes immediately but didn’t comment on them until he fed from me. It was a week after my evening in Olympus. I hadn’t planned on telling him about it either. I’m not sure why. I just didn’t want to share that with him. I wasn’t afraid he’d be jealous or anything.
Maybe I kind of felt a bit whorish about it and that the sex demon would disapprove of my actions. Snort. Still… issues. I was kind of a slut by human society standards. I was raised human.
Kept my virginity till I was in my early twenties. Felt pretty good about that. Lost my virginity to the best male I’ve ever met and turned into a vampire slut. An independent and strong vampire slut, mind you. I guess I still have some self work to do.
Ryzier doesn’t feed like a vampire often. He never assumes to sink his fangs into me ever, but he’d just made me cum so fucking hard and he was holding me as I shivered and trembled in bliss.
I whispered, “Feed from me.” Because reciprocation, right?
His fangs descended immediately, like an eager puppy shown his favorite treat. I shivered in anticipation as his mouth lowered to my neck because feeding Ryzier was just as much a treat to me as it was to him. He likes to savor this feeling with kisses, licks and tantalizing grazes of his fangs. My pussy floods with desire and I want his demon cock inside me like yesterday.
I reach for his cock, and he accommodates my desire by shifting between my legs. Nudging me with that wide, blunt head of his as he gives a long growly moan. I gasp as he invades my body slowly, stretching my pussy and sinking his fangs into me.
A tiny monster lives inside me who secretly wants him to split my womb in two as he rips my neck open violently to take what he wants. That monster sits up immediately in anticipation. Is this where the demon kills the vampire? The thrill that shoots through me causes me to cum all over that knobby cock.
He’s all the way in. Knobs pulsing wildly as he swallows my blood and my pussy is lit up like a rave party. He gasps, growls, pulls back from my neck and groans as he shoots his load prematurely.
“Fuuuck!!”
I’ll say, he’d just put that cock all the way inside me and it’s over. He’s a sex demon, but he still needs a half a minute to start again. He pulls back to look into my eyes. Lips crimson with my blood.
“What the hell, Nevaeh?”
I’m confused. Isn’t that my line right now? What the hell sex demon? Premature ejaculation? Viagra, maybe? My pussy needs a hard pounding right now. You let me down. A… sex… demon.
Instead I asked, “What?”
He growls, “You could have warned me you’d come into your goddess powers.”
I push at his chest. This is over. Done buddy. “You’re blaming your premature ejaculation on me?”
He pins my hands and growls low, “I’m not finished.”
I cock an eyebrow and twist my lips and he smiles showing me fangs still stained with my blood. A crazed look comes across his face as he pulls his growing cock back and thrusts in hard. My little monster screams, ‘Yes!’ It comes out as a fearful whimper.
The whimper causes Ryzier’s silver fae eyes to go black. While still inside me, he shifts into full demon mode. He lowers his mouth to my shoulder and sinks those fangs deep. I shout as his cock, knobs and all, have grown considerably inside me. Well, monster… you got your fantasy.
Demon wings brace against the surrounding bed, sharp spikes piercing the mattress just like his cock, and fangs pierce me. He’s much taller in his demon form. His body and wings cage me as he fucks me hard. He growls as he swallows my blood. His hands tighten on my wrists, pinned above my head.
He bites me over and over as he abuses my pussy. Did the knobs on his cock turn to spikes? Jesus, his tail is between our bodies. Flicking over my nipples and sliding down my stomach.
He pushed my legs wider with his thighs as he lifts slightly to allow that tail to rest between my overly stretched lower lips. Just the tip of his tail flicks my clit.
My back arches immediately and I don’t care how hard this demon fucks or bites me. I forget the dig of his claws around my wrist. Fucking kill me Ryzier but don’t stop fucking me, just like this. As soon as my clit stops jumping, he’s back in there with that tail and cock, forcing another.
I fucking love it as much as I struggle to get away from it. His snarls growl more menacing the more I struggle and pant. I scream as his tail presses hard on my clit. The point of it wiggling as if it’s trying to create another hole there to fuck. I can’t take it. I twist my body. Jerk my arms.
He snarls and bites my neck again. He’s laid a line of bite marks from my shoulder all the way up my neck. I’m sure my wrists are bleeding now too. The tail leaves my pussy only to land back on my overly sensitive clit, like a leisure lick of a leather whip. My entire body jerks. It wiggles and licks me again.
“RYZIER!!!”
I scream as he wrenches another orgasm from my body. He moans, swallows and continues fucking me hard with that beast he calls a cock.
I’m begging now. “Please, please, Ryzier, please stop.”
Nope, he ain’t gonna stop now. He’s just gearing up to second gear. Never, ever utter the words ‘premature ejaculation’ to a fucking sex demon. I thought premature ejaculation from a sex demon was a compliment.
“Daddy please.” Uh oh, Baby Girl just showed up to the party. Monster is laughing hysterically. All my goblins have left the room.
Ryzier licks every bloody bite mark from my shoulder to my neck, sealing the wounds in one long lick. He’s done feeding, but Daddy’s about to show Baby Girl what it’s like to be demon fucked.
He lifts his horned head to watch my face as he forces another orgasm from me. I kick my legs as tears fall out of the corners of my eyes. That tail won’t give me any relief even as he repositions my body for more demon cock. Arms still pinned, I’m split in two, one leg on his shoulder, the other on the bed between his legs, open for business. Like crazed shoppers on Black Friday, that tail and cock bust their way in.
I’m sobbing for mercy now. “Please Ryzier… Puhleeezzee.”
He releases my arms, and I paw at the bed, twisting away. Wings come back down and stab the be
d above my shoulders as he lets me flip over. It’s just another position for him and the wings have me trapped against his pounding cock and teasing tail. I close my thighs on that tail and cock. He just laughs and keeps rocking against me.
Clawed hands coax my thighs back open and lifts them up. He’s fucking wheelbarrowing my ass. Hands pulling my thighs wide and back as he slams his cock deeper and deeper.
He waged war on my body and won a landslide victory but doesn’t realize the battle’s over. He just keeps stabbing the dead body. My poor pussy passed out a long time ago. I’m sobbing into the mattress between screams of pleasure.
Finally he reached down and pulls my limp body up. He folds himself around me pressing my back to his chest allowing my weight to sink him deep inside me as he groans in my ear. His cock pumps copious amounts of seed inside my war-torn pussy.
He purrs, “Tell Daddy again how disappointed you were with his premature ejaculation…”
I shutter and whisper hoarsely. “Thank you, Daddy for such a heart touching gift.”
He kisses my ear with a growl and we both collapse onto the bed. Rolling to my side, I cup my girlie parts gently and press my legs together. A demon wing gently comes over my body protectively and I groan. He pats me with it as he yawns.
“Poor Baby Girl. Learned a lesson, have we? Teasing Daddy gets her pussy spanked.”
He pulls me into his demon arms and cradles me against his chest. “Come here, let Daddy hold you.”
I did, and you know what? It felt good even as I plotted wrecking that dick with my fangs next blow job. Yeah, Baby Girl needs some comfort. Baby Girl loves Daddy too. But Baby Girl also has fangs and claws. Access to rope and duct tape too, mother demon fucker.
His wrist presented to me as he said lazily, “Take back what I took from you.” And I did.
We both knew that he fed me, not the other way around. I needed his vampire blood to remain strong. I stroked the membrane of his wing as I fed from his wrist. It quivered under my gentle fingers. He moaned sleepily, and I smiled reflexively.
