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“Beg.” He pulled back, lifted himself out of the water, and pinched my nipple until my peak died away. “Beg for forgiveness, little mortal, and I’ll play with you some more.”
“I don’t want your forgiveness, if this is what it gets me.” Anger rode me hard over what he’d done to me—what he refused to do—but I wouldn’t give him this. “I’d rather have you sard all my holes than take pleasure from the mouth of the devil.”
“Ah, why not say so sooner, mortal?” The ground softened and shifted underneath me, and the next moment, he flipped me around until my belly rested on hides. With his arm slung around my hips, he lifted me onto my knees, arse on outrageous display. “Uh-uh, no wiggling away. Remember? Good little mortals get their legs straightened. Given how much effort it takes me to make you kneel, I doubt you want to crawl about court. Do you? No. Now, little one, reach behind and spread your cheeks for me.”
My arms reached back on their own accord, even as rage pumped through my veins. Fingers hooked into my cheeks, I spread myself wide, presenting myself like a bitch in heat. Whined like one, too, rolling my hips, arching my back as my womb flooded with lust that wasn’t my own.
Couldn’t be. Would never.
But it was there now, making me hurt for him to push his length inside me. “What are you doing to me?”
“Oh, little one, have you forgotten who I am? You called me the King of Flesh and Bone.” He nudged his crown at my slick entrance as his fingers buried into my waist. “I am the heat between your legs, the throbbing in your cunt, the moan in your throat, the tremble in your bones, and the ache inside your belly, hungering to make me sate it.”
I moaned, relishing how he dipped into me ever so slightly, stretching me, only to pull out and let his flesh pound my entrance with wet smack-smack-smacks to complete my eager humiliation. “You’re the devil.”
“On more than one occasion, mankind has called me the devil.” He pushed down between my shoulder blades until my arms gave out. “Let me show you pleasure like only the devil can.”
A devil who let his crown slip higher.
Too high.
“Pleas— Ah!”
He thrust up into my darkest place, past untrained muscle that wanted to clench against the sudden invasion. A painful one that strangled all air from my lungs, making me dig my fingers into the hide as he forced himself deeper inside me.
“Shh, I need you to be still while I use this hole.” He shoved his length inside my arse, making it sting and burn in a million places. “You’ll learn to love this, my mortal. Will come apart from pleasure with your ass tight around my cock. Yes, you want that, my little plaything… So good with how you open up for me.”
My muscles slackened at his praise.
“Ah!” His masculine groan vibrated deep in my flesh, letting the burn around my hole morph into a warm tingle. “Yes, my woman likes this. Look how nicely you’re spreading your cheeks wider, taking me so deep. So good.” He stroked into me with quickening thrusts, spreading my hole wide, letting a second pulse pound around my nymph. “Mmm, come apart on my cock. Let your ass clench around my length. Yes, like that. I’ll leave a nice load of seed deep in your belly.”
Gradually, the hunger at my core roared into something ravenous—as did my disgust, mostly for myself. No, I couldn’t possibly enjoy the demon’s cock up my arse.
Yet I arched my back, bracing the hides each time he pumped into me, his voice ragged around each satisfied sound forming at the back of his throat. Heavens, the need in those hands that gripped me with bruising strength, the unrestrained way he pounded into me, the shifting of the muscles on his stomach when I glanced back—
A tingle crested toward my nymph. “No…”
“Yes, little one. Come with my length deep inside you.” The faster I shook my head, the faster he fucked me until, pushing to the hilt, he set me ablaze. “Now! Do it! Yes… how nicely you’re gripping me. Ah, take my seed, little mortal. Mmm, yes, this needy hole wants it all.”
Heat seared through my limbs, blazing along my spine, engulfing me so completely until, with the last fading flickers, it consumed all of me. Charred me to the shame in my bones, the confusion in my mind, and the gleaming embers of rage.
What had I done?
What had he made me do?
“What creature are you?” I asked, my voice strained.
“I am your god.” The blasphemous statement didn’t register nearly as much as how he pulled out from my arse, letting a trickle of seed run down my leg. “As old as time, born from nothing, I came into existence with one purpose: to rule and rot the flesh and bone of all that lives, so I may cleanse the Earth of its remnants and command over them. Theres’s no place, my little one, where you could hide from me. Not forever.”
A curse cast by an enraged god.
What if those old tales held more truth than the priests let on? Why else would they have burned the books, eradicating any and all written proof of this god, and let time sweep away the rest?
I struggled a swallow down my throat. “So you’re no king.”
“What a predicament in terms of proper address.” He lay down next to me, pulling me against his chest as if… as if we were lovers. “Considering what just transpired between us, I believe we are beyond formalities. You may call me Enosh.”
Like the corpses in the throne. “Enosh? What does it mean?”
“Form. Some may call it appearance.” A kiss against my temple. “It is my true name.”