My hand paused, and the other one lifted, slapping my clitoris. I yelped and groaned as he used my other hand to rub where I’d just assaulted myself. Again, it happened, and my eyes rolled back in my head as pain and pleasure became hard to discern from one another. My hands were raised above my head, and I flipped over, my ass lifting while my legs spread wide. Magic moved my arms, constraining them behind my back as if they were tied in rope instead of his magic.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled.
“Fuck you…” I began to tell him off, but he was there before the words had finished leaving my tongue. He drove his cock into my mouth as magic filled my body, violent and forceful until I trembled around him with the need to come. He held his cock buried in my throat to the base, and his hand lifted, plugging my nose as he watched me. His other one slapped my ass before he slowly rubbed the tips of his fingers over the sore flesh.
“When I ask you who the fuck owns your gluttonous, needy cunt, you say my name. I am the only creature alive who can or will ever fuck you, woman. I will destroy anyone who thinks to part these hungry, clenching lips to bury their length in your heat. You are mine, Synthia. I promised you forever, and you promised me the same. You vowed to fight at my side, not fucking change what I am. You married me, and you did so knowing I wasn’t a nice fucking guy.
“You keep secrets from me, and I keep them from you. You want to know why we’re fucking losing? It’s because you won’t turn off your humanity. You won’t change who you are, and yet you want to change me? Fuck you.
“Did you know I let the mages take me from our wedding? You thought they could enter my home and take me without me allowing it to happen? Who the fuck do you think I am? Do you think anyone could come in here and take me?
“I’m not weak, and I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. You thought I had been taken, but I wanted to be inside that fucking guild. I was there to learn our enemies, to determine their weaknesses. Those witches? The Original Witches? They’re working for me now. You think I’m weak, but I assure you this: nothing happens to me that I don’t fucking allow.
“Your mother’s essence won’t work on me because I am already a fucking god. I drank the essence inside the Temple of the First People of Faery long, long ago, before I ever set my sights on you, little girl. I am both Seelie and Unseelie, and I am also a god. I changed who I was, and I don’t need my woman to think I’m not strong enough to stand beside her.
“You apparently think yourself worthy of who you became, but you are weak, woman. You refuse to accept what we tell you, what we need you to do so that you can become strong enough to stand beside me. I am not the one who needs to evolve, Synthia. It’s you who refuses to adapt to the world that’s screaming for you to save it. Turn it off. Turn that last little bit of who you were off and change your fucking self instead of trying to transform me.”
I couldn’t see Ryder past the stars dancing in my vision. I was passing out while he spoke, unable to push him away from me as he used my throat to cradle his cock. His deep chuckle pissed me off, his magic pissed me off, and he was pissing me off.
Ryder’s hands worked my throat as he slowly pulled out, seeing me gasp for air. He turned me on the bed, smirking while I continued to gulp in air as he placed me on my stomach with my ass lifted toward him.
He offered me no reprieve as he stared at the red, swollen flesh of my sex. His hands bit into my thighs, spreading my legs open before he thrust into my body from behind.
I screamed out as he filled me, not bothering to shrink enough that I could take him easily within my pussy. It burned, creating a throbbing need inside my core that ached and pulsed. He didn’t withdraw, didn’t move.
Instead, he pushed two fingers into my ass, chuckling when I muttered incoherently with the need to come, to allow him to fuck me. I needed it to accommodate his girth and length, and yet he didn’t let me find release.
Ryder began moving after a moment, uncaring if I was ready or not. My hips pushed against him, driven by magic as he released my hands, allowing me to grab on to the blankets where I buried my face, screaming with both anger and need.
The room smelled of magic and sex. His fae magic was still thick enough to cut with a knife. He pounded into my body with a heady beat, pausing each time I was close to release. His free hand left my ass, threading through my hair before he yanked it back. Ryder brought my back against his stomach as he stopped his fingers from stretching my ass.
He groaned as my body clenched tightly, sucking against him to pull him in deeper than he already was. Sweat dripped from my breasts, trailing down my stomach as he turned my head, whispering into my ear.
“Tell me who owns this tight, greedy pussy that beckons me deeper within so wantonly?”
“You do, Ryder,” I whimpered huskily past dried lips.
“Mean it,” he ordered, slipping his cock from where my body had been milking his lengths. He allowed his magic to pick me up, and I flailed, trying to hold on to something. Anything to not fall to the floor over which I hovered.
I was dragged through the air as he sat in a chair, his magic lifting the bottle of ambrosia and refilling a single cup. He studied me carefully, his lips twisting into a sardonic smile.
“You!” I shrieked, exhaling as my bare feet touched the floor, only to have them yanked apart by magic, along with my arms. I was spread wide for his viewing pleasure, and before I could whisper another word, the gag was back. His magic filled me once again, stretching me as it entered all three holes at once, moving to the same tempo as before while he studied my reaction.
“You look so pretty, taking my magic, wife. I love the sounds you make when you’re filled with my magic. The wet sound of your pussy as it’s fucked hard, relentlessly clenching, begging to be stretched. The way you moan around the fullness of me inside that tight throat…Fuck, you make me so hard,” he growled, tipping his cup up to take a drink. “That ass, though, it aches when I fuck it, doesn’t it? You take it so well, riding the magic with such eagerness, ignoring the burn when I stretch that, too.” He stroked his cock before rubbing the pearl-colored bead of precum over his swollen tip.
Magic slammed me down on my knees at his feet, causing a groan of pain to expel from my throat, and then he gripped my hair, staring into my eyes. He held his cock against my lips, watching me as I opened my mouth wider, even though it was already filled with magic. He pushed past my lips into my mouth, withdrawing the magic and replacing it with his cock.
“Suck it, greedy girl,” he purred thickly, watching as I did what he instructed. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you have the whole thing in your pussy, and maybe, if you’re really good, I’ll let you come for me.”
I shook my head as he inspected me through a cold gaze. He snorted, leaning forward. “Oh, I wasn’t asking your permission. You wanted me like this, and now that I am, you don’t like the result? You want to change me, yet you don’t want to deal with the consequences. I drank your fucking drink fully aware of what it was. I gave you a chance to stop, to rethink what you were trying to do, and you didn’t take it.
“I’m already the God of Faery, which is half the reason your mother is dead. She knew I took the essence from the Temple of the First People. She knew and did nothing about it. You had no idea what you gave me, and that’s deadly, little girl. There are consequences from drinking too much or too little of a god’s essence once death has occurred. Did you consider that? No, because you’re putting your trust into those who don’t deserve it. Do you think your mother wasn’t aware of what I am?
“Do you think Danu would give her pretty daughter to someone who wasn’t her equal in every way? The thing is, sweet wife, you are not my equal because you refuse to become one with this world. You’re still hoping you can keep your humanity because it’s all you have left from the other world. You can willingly give it up
, or I’ll fuck it out of you.”
What?
Ryder picked me up by my waist and slammed me onto his cock. My entire body shuddered violently against the burning in my core as he stretched me too far, too quick. His deep, rumbling laughter shook through my body.
I exploded as his cock grew within me until I pushed against him, trying to escape. I still couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything other than drop my head against his chest, watching as he achingly stretched me.
“You see that? I can fuck your tight ass with it too. I suggest you rid yourself of that humanity and get your head out of that world and into this one. I need you at my side to defeat Bilé. He raped my mother and then took her mind to prevent her from telling anyone he had sired all of Alazander’s sons. Every single son that was assumed to have belonged to that worthless fuck,” he laughed ominously, watching my eyes widen at his words.
My head lifted, and I stared at him, shaking my head as fear pulsed through me. Ryder chuckled, watching my reaction. A tight smile pulled his lips into a white line.
“I couldn’t figure it out at first. Alazander couldn’t fight us, nor could he sense us. Those he could sense within him, he slaughtered. The familial bond he manipulated us with? That’s because Alazander was the seed that created the first male in the horde while Bilé drove him from within, using his body to betray Danu without her knowing it. Your mother and her husband formed this world, and then they took turns destroying the creatures they created to inhabit it. Danu made the Seelie, and then she let Bilé create the males of the race.
“When she discovered how they bred, she locked them into the realm of the Seelie through a maze of tunnels that couldn’t touch the Unseelie. She warned Bilé of creating life, as he is the God of Death. Danu was the Mother of the Fae. He didn’t listen, and as she created women, he created the horde to plunder their tight pussies and breed monsters.
“To them, we’re a fucking game. Danu made a move. Bilé made two more. Unbeknownst to Danu, Bilé destroyed the horde that she made, replacing them with his own creation. He gave them darker, more sinister traits, closer to his own nature, which is why they became her favored Court of Unseelie. She gave us a beast to rule the creatures of the court. Why do you think every heir chosen is male now since she is gone?”
I shivered as he pushed his magic over my flesh, using his finger to direct my body up and down until I was screaming as the orgasm ripped through me. His mouth opened on a gasp, and then he moaned as I felt him coming within me.
“I fucking hate you, woman,” he growled thickly, taking in the way my eyes widened as my lips trembled with the words he’d just whispered. As fae, he couldn’t lie. Pain clenched against my chest, wringing my heart with his words.
Tears blurred my vision while I stared at him through sweat-covered hair that clung to my face, sticky with perspiration from endless fucking. Ryder’s appetite was ferocious and unquenchable in his new form, but his stamina? It was never-ending. He wasn’t fully fae, and yet he fed gloriously from me, insatiably.
“I fucking love you, woman,” he smirked roguishly as he observed my brows creasing to meet in the middle of my forehead. “Yeah, sweet girl, I can lie. Ready? Because I’m not done wrecking your welcoming pussy,” he growled, turning me around without lifting me off of his thick cock first.
“They created the entire horde with the ability to lie. Ever wonder why the fae feed by fucking? Bilé and Danu destroyed one another with emotions, and when creating our race, it was accidentally added to the creatures they birthed while fucking one another. They fought when they made us, each one challenging the other to make the caste they weaved with magic stronger, deadlier.”
Ryder lifted me to hover over the thick tip of his cock. His eyes burned with untamable heat as he studied the reaction on my face, slamming me down until I was seated on it, whimpering to escape the fullness of him within my core. He pushed me forward, forcing fingers into my ass and causing my body to shiver violently.
“Oh, come on, Goddess. I want to play here too. The sooner you discard the pesky thing holding you back, the sooner I can wreck this tight ass while listening to your sweet noises. You want me here,” he growled, pushing deeper until I was making inhuman noises as my body struggled to accept him. I fought the orgasm he held just out of reach as it begged to come, and he knew it. He sensed it and toyed with me until I was sobbing from the need to come undone. “I feel your body greedily begging me to fill it.”
I exploded, screaming his name, my body trembling so hard that tears swam in my vision from the pleasure and pain. I shivered at the rawness of him, forcing me to accommodate his girth and the magic he wielded against me. He growled huskily, using magic to lift me up as I jerked and shook with the orgasm that left me boneless.
“Who’s a fucking god now, little girl? Bilé created me, and Danu created you. Who do you think is stronger? You, who was created with love, or me, who was created from the Celtic God of Death himself, Synthia?” he growled, kissing my spine gently with heated lips that held me in a never-ending orgasm.
I was still being lifted and fucked hard. Ryder’s lips brushed against my neck and spine, his fingertips caressing my sides as he spoke. He slipped his hands over my breasts, tweaking the heated tips and squeezing as I whimpered.
“You,” I screamed through the orgasm.
“Now, do you want to be honest? You tried to change who I am because you think me weak. Am I weak, Pet? Do I feel weak to you?” he asked, watching as I landed on the bed. He sifted on top of me, entering me as he spread my legs, giving himself further depths as he battered against my cervix. “I planted children into your weak, mortal womb. You fucking died on me, and I didn’t change you. I didn’t bring you back as something you wouldn’t want to be. I loved you enough to let you go. So, know this, if my time comes, I’m ready. You don’t get to decide who I am, and you sure as fuck don’t get to change me into something else.”
“I was trying to protect you,” I whispered on a moan.
“No. You were trying to decide my fate because you assumed I would run. I’m not fucking running. This is my world, and these are my people. I changed who I was to force the goddess to create you. I needed to make her give me someone strong enough to carry my children so they could remove her from this world, ridding us of their fucking games. Imagine my surprise when my sweet little lover dies, and Danu sacrifices herself to bring you back. Don’t look so surprised, Pet. I do fucking love you.
“You were a shock to me because I never intended to fall in love with you, let alone learn how to love. I only intended to pretend until I no longer needed you. But you, you’re a fucking addiction I can’t kick, one I never want to, either. You’re the stars in my darkest skies and the light that kisses upon my flesh when I stand in your presence. You are embedded in my soul. A soul I was never supposed to have and never felt until the moment I watched you and knew what true beauty was. You were the first thing I ever craved to own or touch in my entire life. Yeah, I fucking killed your little boyfriend to achieve that goal, so fucking what. That little boy didn’t understand you, nor did he make you weep to come as I do. He was weak, and you needed more.
“Synthia, you knew he was lacking, but you craved the safety of him because anything else terrified you. But then I fucked you, and the moment you screamed my name as you came, you undid me, and I knew you’d never escape me after that. No one had ever fucked me and made me feel even a sliver of what you did after the Wild Hunt. That wildness in your cries as you fucked me, and the fire that banked in your pretty eyes? You made me want something more, something I had never thought to be good enough to receive.
“Hell, sweet girl, you’re so fucking good you tamed the beast and made him purr to be wrapped in your tight pussy.” He kissed me, nipping my lip before he pulled away. “But back to the Original Witches,” he growled, slamming into my body. “I know
how to kill the gods. I know because while they thought me mindless, I listened. I also know how to bring the mages to heel. I can’t do it without you, though, so give me your fucking humanity. It won’t do you any good here, anyway.”
“Get off me,” I hissed.
“Make me, woman,” he growled, slowing his hips from where he was rocking them to the perfect rhythm of the drums outside. Maybe it wasn’t drums. It might have been my blood pounding in my ears as my orgasm reached its crescendo, and everything went dark around me. I felt him removing the magic that bound me, whimpering as he withdrew it completely from my body. “Rest well, sweet wife. Round two starts shortly.”
Chapter Thirty
I lay in the bed, staring at Ryder, who watched me from the chair. I could hear the men outside training, but that had been going on for days while Ryder held me in a constant state of nothingness. I might as well have been FIZ for all I could do as he fucked me until my brains were little more than mush. I lifted, falling back to the bed as a sinful smile lifted across his mouth. He studied me as I struggled to get out of the bed he’d placed me on when I’d passed out from being fucked senseless.
“Is that pussy sore? It sure is a beautiful shade of red, Pet. You’re wet, dripping our essence from your pretty, wrecked cunt that already beckons me to fuck it again. Tell me, do you want more?”
“Danu created the Horde King,” I muttered barely above a whisper.
“No, she was too busy patting herself on the back for her creation to look closely enough at the genetics. She never imagined Bilé would murder her creation and replace it with his own. Your mother was a cocky, selfish goddess. She assumed she had control, but she didn’t. Do you know what I learned when I was in the guild?”
“That you’re a lying bastard?”
“Oh, don’t be upset. I never lied to you. Yes, I omitted the truth of what I am to you, and I admit I kept a few other things from you also, like how the witches and mages could steal me away on our wedding day. But let’s be honest here, Syn, you fucking hated that wedding. By allowing the witches to think they held control over me, it allowed you to have the wedding you actually wanted,” he said, resting his arms over his knees to study me.
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