Blood Flows Deep in the Empire

by N. Isabelle Blanco

Ismini didn’t miss how Soleria paused when she heard his voice. The colors of her aura came to mind again. Dark blue, white, and deep red, the first two colors weren’t lost on Ismini. She had some suspicions about what they meant.

  Soleria winked at Ismini before turning to the others. “Let’s get out of here before we end up witnessing the sacrilege about to take place.”

  Ismini stuck her tongue out at her friend, and the others laughed.

  “Keep that tongue in your mouth ‘til your man gets in here. I have no use for it.”

  This time, Ismini gave Soleria the finger. One by one, the others hugged her.

  Nylicia pointed to the bed as she walked out, the sunlight piercing through her form. “Get your ass on there. Remember what I said.”

  Ismini hurried to do as she said but had barely settled against the huge, blue silk-covered pillows when Dyletri appeared. He flashed in so fast and hard, the canopy on the bed flew all over the place, and the walls shook from the force of his power. Her heart nearly stopped.

  He was in full fucking battle armor.

  “Holy shit,” they both said at the same time.

  Chapter 30

  Ismini leaned up on her elbows and bit her lip, her skin breaking out in goose bumps as she took in his appearance. She was shaking all over as his eyes turned completely black and his canines extended. He examined every inch of her and appeared so hungry that she felt gorgeous, wanted.

  No, fuck that. She felt needed.

  “Look at you.” Dyletri smirked lasciviously and reached for his armor. Every inch of his body appeared dangerous. His legs and ass were fucking hot in those tight leather pants.

  The moment the latches on either side of his armor released, Ismini couldn’t help but let out a moan. He was on her in an instant. Bare-chested and sexier than any being should ever be allowed to be, he appeared over her in a blur of color. He didn’t touch her right away but just leaned over her and growled while taking in his fill.

  His aura flared out from him in a cacophony of white, blue, and silver that actually touched her. It clashed and mixed with her aura. She could feel it. She sighed, reaching for him. Her fingers grazed his shoulder. They moaned at the same time, and she had to clench her thighs together to stop the throb that threatened to overtake her pussy.

  Dyletri’s nostrils flared, a shudder going through him as Ismini lightly ran her fingers up toward her mark. She’d never felt this powerful. Had never wanted something this freaking much.

  His eyes snapped open, and a growl rumbled through his chest. “You . . .” His eyes were completely black. Not a bit of white in sight. It was unbelievably sexy. He looked so amazing. So dangerous. “The way you smell . . .”

  He grabbed her thighs and pulled. Slammed her on the bed and sent a shock through her. She gasped, the sound broken, and trembled from the feel of his hands on her skin. The fucker purposely sent more energy shooting into her, making her tense to the point of almost breaking.

  “Dyletri!”

  “Too much?” He smirked mischievously, not seeming at all sorry. He sent another wave through her, making her back arch and her nipples tighten painfully. The sensitive tips rubbed against the sheer material of her gown. She whimpered and grabbed on to him.

  “Stop teasing me. I thought you barged in here to take,” Ismini said, voice breathless.

  He ran his hands up her sides. “I am going to take you. I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can walk. But you are just too sexy. I want to take my time.”

  Little sparks of power continued to leak from the tips of his fingers and into her skin. It made Ismini claw at him. She forgot about her newly-given powers, and her nails tore through the skin on his shoulders. Dragging her fingers down his arms, she left red, bleeding welts in her path.

  The moment she smelled his blood, her incisors snapped out of her gums. Wide-eyed, she stared at the bleeding welts. She probably looked deranged, but she didn’t give a damn.

  “Dyletri.” His name came out as a groan as she pulled on his arms.

  He groaned in answer and fell on her. His upper body hit hers, his skin hot and electric against her own. The smell of his blood had her leaning up to run her tongue across his shoulder. She mewled, gasped, and then fucking choked as his taste exploded and their powers surged.

  Dyletri chuckled. “You’re not letting me do this my way.” His teeth landed on her shoulder and pierced through her skin.

  Ismini rubbed her pussy against his dick, feeling it pulsate as she moved. She lifted her chin and spoke in his ear. “Unless your way involves you getting naked and taking me right now, then no. We are most definitely not doing this your way.”

  Dyletri barked out a laugh, rolling them over until she was on top and straddling him. Ismini looked down and clenched everywhere. Holy shit. Seeing all that sexiness, muscle, and the fucking leather under her almost drove her insane.

  She placed her hands on his pecs. Mesmerized, she watched the muscles bunch up as she drew her fingers across his nipples. She nearly came right on his pants when they hardened and his back arched. His neck bulged, air hissing out of his mouth. The wounds she’d inflicted on his arms were already healing but she’d identified at least four other spots that she planned to tear into.

  Her hips began moving on their own, her head falling back as her clit rubbed against the leather and the hard mass under it.

  “Fuck, yes.” Dyletri grabbed her breasts, rubbing the fabric covering them into her nipples.

  Ismini cried out, jerking on top of him. Her wetness spread around the leather, adding to the sensations assaulting her clit.

  “Oh, God! I’m . . . fuck, Dyletri. I’m going to come,” she cried, losing control of her hips as her body raced to reach that peak.

  Dyletri cursed, sitting up. He sucked her nipple right into his mouth, fabric and all. The feeling of his mouth escalated her powers, sending an outpouring through her that she’d never felt before. He snarled around her tit, his other hand still teasing her nipple. He grabbed her hip with his free hand and frantically rubbed her on his cock.

  “Baby.” Ismini sobbed, her head falling back. She felt and heard their energy clashing in the air. Sensed it rising. The walls of the temple were shaking again, and the bed seemed like it was going to fail at any moment. They hadn’t even started yet.

  Fuck.

  “I’m going to—”

  “I want you to,” Dyletri said, his teeth ripping through the fabric covering her breast. His thick tongue fell on her nipple, the heat and wetness painful against the tip. Fuck. Too much. Too good. The need to come was battling with the need to have him inside her.

  “Come like this,” Dyletri urged, breath hot on her nipple. “Let me taste you.” He bit into her breast, sending pain and pleasure warring through every cell on her body.

  “Oh my fucking God!” Ismini screamed, spiraling into white, sweltering, nirvana.

  Dyletri sucked roughly on her breast as she rode his still-covered cock. She heard him through her moans. Heard him drinking her in, the sounds wet and erotic.

  She ended up clinging to his shoulders, the need to bite him raging behind the simple need to hold on as she came close to being ejected from her body. “Fuck, baby,” she said, panting and tightening her arms around him.

  “Mmm.” Dyletri hummed, pulling his teeth out of her skin and licking around her breast. His hand latched on to the dress she was wearing. He didn’t even bother to dematerialize it, just ripped it off, making her tense. “You taste amazing.” He pulled back and stared up at her with a look that seared her.

  “I want to taste you,” she whispered, kissing him as deeply as she could. Then, before he had a chance to move or think, Ismini flashed her way down his body, not stopping until she was poised above his throbbing cock.

  She stared at it, biting her lip and having no idea how she was going to do this. She just knew she needed to.

  Dyletri tensed, every muscle vibrating. “Oh, fuck . . . baby . . . I . . .”


  Ismini leaned closer. “Need to taste you.” She didn’t know where it was coming from, but she had decided to just run on instinct. She let it grab her and control it. In a haze, she nuzzled his cock. Took in the way he jerked and let out a sexy little moan that made her gush.

  “You’re so hard . . . mmm.” She ran her nose up and down his length. Smelled herself on him. It turned her on so much more. Made her mouth water.

  “Fuck, girl. I’m not going to survive this.”

  Ismini giggled, placing one hand on his dick. She concentrated hard and for the first time made something—his pants and boots—disappear.

  “Shit.” Dyletri’s hips jerked, causing his dick to slide against her hand. She watched a drop of pre-cum leak out of his swollen head. She couldn’t help but lick her lip as the scent of it hit her hard. Dear Gods, all of her senses were beyond heightened now. Everything around her was that much more acute as she focused.

  “Baby, you don’t have to . . .”

  “You really, really want me to,” Ismini said, sliding her hand down. She leaned down, close enough, and ran her lower lip across the raised ridge behind the head of his cock. The way Dyletri’s upper body fell onto the bed was too sexy. Like an explosion detonating her hormones.

  Ismini lost it. Before she even paused to think about whatever technique she was going to use, she had her lips wrapped around the tip. An utter ramble that consisted of mostly curses spilled out of her man’s mouth. She licked around the tip, sucking in his taste. Swirled her tongue and felt more pre-cum leak out.

  “I’m going to fucking come. Holy shit!”

  Dyletri cupped the back of her head with his hand. Power trembled in his fingers, the gentle way he held her at odds with the way his teeth were bared. Ismini locked eyes with him. Sucked him in a little bit deeper. She felt her entire uterus convulse at the look on his face.

  “So fucking hot, baby girl.” He was clearly holding back from thrusting into her mouth.

  She hummed and swirled her tongue around his cock, feeling the way each vein throbbed. She sucked him in before sliding back up. She repeated the movement when a jolt went through him.

  “It’s too much. I’m too close,” Dyletri said, panting and pulling her off him.

  Ismini whimpered, trying to get him to let go so she could go back to what she’d been doing.

  “I want to taste you.” She pouted, which only made him hiss and jerk again.

  He lifted her up. “Next time.” She wanted to fight and say no, but he just held her over him with one hand.

  Ismini froze, watching all those damned muscles tense under her. She knew he had super strength—hell, she had it now, too. But still. Seeing a man holding her up by one hand like it was nothing?

  Ungh.

  His free hand grabbed on to his cock. She watched his fingers wrap around the length. Saw his fist pump it once. “Dyletri.” Ismini’s mouth fell open and watered.

  He stopped, holding on to his dick. “Give me that pussy.” He moved her fast, impaling her hard and without mercy.

  Ismini’s body stretched to accommodate his huge length. She knew then, like she knew the first time, that if she had been merely human, he would have hurt her.

  “Oh.” She shook, feeling him throb right up against her cervix.

  “Ungh.” Dyletri’s arms came around her and pressed her to him. Neither of them moved for a few seconds. They just held each other. Dyletri nuzzled her cheek, making her heart clench and her pussy follow. “Don’t bite me ’til I tell you, ’k baby?” he mumbled, his lips hot on her cheek.

  Ismini cupped his face, rotating on him. “Why? I’m so hungry for you,” she whispered into his ear, sucking in his lobe because she remembered how much he loved that.

  “Fuck,” he breathed, thrusting into her once. “Because we have to do it right before . . . fuck. Right before we, shit, come. Together? Okay?”

  He pulled back and stared at her lovingly. He caressed her face and gave her a kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth.

  “Please, baby. I need to fuck you.” His words were punctuated by three sharp throbs of his dick inside her.

  Her pussy contracted viciously.

  “Say you fucking understand me, girl. I can’t—”

  “I get it. I get it. Fuck me already!”

  Their auras burst around them like the vortex he’d pulled her out of four days earlier. His body lost all control, those huge arms locking around her tight and holding her still for his hips. The sound of the bed slamming against the floor was punctuated by the sound of his hips roughly slamming into her.

  Ismini couldn’t breathe, let alone make a sound. Too many sensations to name barreled into her, most powerful of all hunger. Her canines broke into her lip. She tasted blood. Dyletri pulled his lips away from her teeth, his eyes flashing momentarily white. She threw her head back, coherent enough to know that if she didn’t, she was going to drink everything inside him.

  “I love this pussy,” he said. “Fuck. Never felt anything . . . you’re amazing. Ismini, it’s so . . . fucking good.” He hummed, his hands wrapping around her ass and squeezing hard.

  Ismini’s breath whooshed out of her. The God of Fertility saying those words to her? She was heading clit first into one of the hardest orgasms she’d ever had. It was so good. Too fucking good. She needed to look at him but didn’t dare. She knew that if she moved her head, her teeth would dictate where her mouth would end up.

  “Yes, Gods, yes,” Dyletri hissed, making her clench again.

  “Dyletri.” Ismini grabbed on to his shoulders. One of his hands let go of her ass. It slid around her hips and down her stomach. He pressed two fingers against her clit, right above where he slammed into her. Ismini was so wet she could hear it, and she loved it. She loved the audible proof of what he did to her body.

  She clenched her eyes shut, sobbing because it was too much. Dyletri let go of her ass, finally giving her the freedom to bounce on him the way she wanted. He took her face between his palms, making her meet his gaze. He was gorgeous, his body violent in its assault against hers. Ismini knew the moment she got too close. Knew the moment she was right there.

  He sensed it, too. His whole body reared, white light illuminating all of his veins. “I love feeling your clit swell for me,” he said, his breathless words hitting her nipples, her clit, her heart, uterus, and every fucking thing in between.

  “When? Goddamn it, I need to—” Ismini didn’t get to finish. He pressed his fingers hard into her clit. Thrust into her deep, rotating his hips roughly. He sent a jolt of power out of his finger and his cock.

  “Now! Ismini, now!” Dyletri yelled, his teeth piercing his mark on her neck.

  The sound of his powers thundered around the walls, and her orgasm shot through her.

  Ismini felt the bed start to break, their bodies falling with it. She managed to sink her teeth into his neck at the same time she felt his cock throbbing deep inside her.

  What happened next was beyond mere words. Beyond even symbols. All she knew was that while her body gushed and came violently around his dick, her soul expanded. Her heartbeat roared inside her, magnified by his blood. The beat of his heart echoed in her cells.

  Ismini knew he was experiencing the same thing. The only way to describe it was that they merged. Everything he felt, she felt. Each throb of his dick became a wave of her own orgasm. Her jaw locked around his throat. She whimpered into the skin, bombarded and fading fast.

  Her body continued to surge between blackness and vivid colors that Ismini knew weren’t flashing in front of her eyes. It was all happening inside her brain. Or was it outside of her body completely? Ismini couldn’t even make sense of it. She knew that she was changing deep down on a fundamental level—she just couldn’t describe exactly how.

  Dyletri kept drinking from her long after their bodies stopped coming. She kept drinking from him, too. Their energies were still roaring around them, though, and it was as if her soul itself experienc
ed the most chaotic orgasm in history.

  She told herself to stop sucking in his blood. It was too much. But she wasn’t in control anymore. Nothing about her was. Dyletri eventually rolled them over. She ended up on her back, still intertwined with him, and then she seemed to black out for a bit. When she came to, she was licking his neck while he held her and repeated the favor.

  He was still hard inside her. Ismini mewled. She caressed his back and inhaled, his scent sliding deep into her.

  “I fucking love you,” she whispered, panting and trying to breathe past the malfunctioning of her heart.

  “And I love you,” he said, chuckling softly and nuzzling her cheek.

  Ismini couldn’t believe it. She had a moment of shock as she stared up at the ceiling of the temple and saw the sparks of their power still crackling on it.

  “We broke the bed. Nylicia told me to, and it happened.” She was still in shock, eyes wide.

  Dyletri chuckled, his body moving against hers. “Figured. And that’s okay. I’m nowhere near done with you, woman.” To prove it, he thrust into her. Ismini almost flew off the bed, her too sensitive flesh reawakening with a vengeance.

  Holy shit.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Very.” He licked down her jaw. “I have a lot of time to make up for. And your pussy is like crack.”

  Ismini burst out laughing, causing her walls to shudder around him and making him hiss. “No you didn’t.” She giggled, her voice catching on a gasp.

  “What?” Dyletri pulled back and threw her a pout that made her clench even more. “You don’t feel the same way about my cock?”

  “Maybe,” she breathed, spreading her legs.

  “Maybe? That’s it woman. I’m coming inside you until I turn you into an addict.” And he attacked her neck, his body thrusting and his teeth piercing deep again.

  Oh . . . my . . .

  Her future was going to be something else. Of that Ismini had no freaking doubt.

  Obviously.

  Epilogue

  Two weeks later.