A Flower Blooming In The Slums

Oh, but the fae was a lecherous little succubus, wasn't she! She showed no fear or apprehension towards him as he towered over her and pinned her to an invisible ground, nor any signs of resistance as he reveled in the presence of her body, so soft and warm in his abyssal prison. Just like a felon incarcerated in isolation, Moros was ravenous for sensation, craving the physical pleasures and releases she promised him like a man dying of thirst in a desert craved water. She squirmed, she wiggled, she sang songs of her pleasure to him while he teased and tormented her, walking the razor's edge with her. They would plummet off, of course, but only at his pace. Many would say Moros was deranged for taking such licentious urges out on his own descendant, but Moros didn't give a fuck. Flesh was flesh, and sex was sex. Her sharing in his blood just made her all the more appealing to his vile appetites knowing that she carried strong blood in her veins—his blood.

As the beast of a brute fed at her, he felt Fiametta's paws move from her own body to rest on his shoulder and head, almost cradling his skull to her nether region while broad tongue worked its magic over her. The sounds he was able to pull from her with every gasping breath were like a serenade to his ears. How long had it been since he'd fucked Rhea? How long had it been since Alastor had killed him? Time meant nothing and yet everything in this place, a maddening fugue state that tried to destroy him. Giant paws flexed over shapely hips, pulling Fia's body closer to his hungry maw, low growls of delight rumbling deep within his throat. She tasted sublime! Nubile and delicious, just begging for him! Sharp pricks of claws along his skin where her paws grabbed at his head with desperate and urgent need sent shivers racing down his spine. Yes! These were the sensations he had been deprived of for so long! And here he was, eating as if he were a glutton at a buffet of sensation that was this voluptuous young fae.

Those sharp claws gripped at his fur, pulling on scruff and ears to urge him on. Moros growled in reply and ravished her with broad strokes and hungry laps, never ceasing or stopping. The nicest part of being in this hell was not needing to come up for air. It was only once he had Fia quivering and on the verge of madness did he finally relent. Her cried out words made the corners of the brute's lips curl upwards in a wicked grin. Moros briefly considered ignoring her request and continuing his cunning linguistics, but he was already aching to get inside her, so he would acquiesce. Leering up at her like a starving predator, Moros growled again before disappearing down into the darkness again, his growls echoing around her as he vanished underneath her paws. There was a pause, and then the world was shifting as Moros lunged up from underneath Fiametta. Like cracking ice, the darkness beneath her body burst, and Moros grasped Fia by the back of her neck in his powerful jaws. Gravity shifted, turned, changed until he now had the young woman pinned to her belly between the invisible ground and his own hulking body.

Moros' paws immediately found Fia's hips, grasping tight around her as he mounted her roughly and pulled her hips up into alignment with his own. Between them, his arousal pressed to her most intimate parts, grinding them together as he positioned himself. She wanted him to fuck her, and so he would, just as he had claimed every other bitch that came before her. Moros' jaws tightened, sharp fangs biting into the back of her neck while he joined their bodies with a rough thrust, grunting and snarling at that initial burst of heat and pleasure. Like a junkie relapsing on his first hit, Moros' eyes dilated as the ecstasy brought back sensations he hadn't felt since his death. It was exquisite! Groans muffled by the fur and flesh in his jaws escaped him while every muscle in his body trembled, quivering with pent up lust and energy. Powerful hips began a series of strong bucks, invading her deepest parts and driving himself hard into the core of his descendant as if she were the last fuck he'd ever have—and maybe she was. He was going to make the most of this if she was.

"Moros"