A Flower Blooming In The Slums

Oh gods, how sweet the relief felt to finally feel again! The abyss that had been his prison since his demise had been an eternal torture, a blight upon his damned soul. And here came this magnificent being, this fae spawned of his own son to free him and deliver to him his absolution. Fever had freed him, and now she—his granddaughter or great-granddaughter, it mattered not to him—was returning to him all the sinful delights he reveled in during his life. And Moros feasted upon them, and on her for as long as he would have her. He would savor this to its fullest, enjoy every second of his defilement of his own kin for his pleasure and relief. Because he had earned it for his suffering, and because she had offered herself so willingly.

Her sweet songs of lust and pleasure spurred Moros on, urging him to continue ravaging her as she moaned and screamed beneath him. The sounds were like an angelic chorus to the demon brute. How long had it been since he'd heard the impassioned cries of a bitch getting the life fucked out of her? Snarling into her scruff, Moros bit down harder on the back of Fia's neck, sharp fangs sinking into thick fur and tender flesh, and he surprised himself when he tasted blood! He hadn't expected to be able to cut the girl or for her to bleed in this place, yet here was the oh so familiar taste of coppery blood flowing across his tongue! Moros gave a groan of delight as the flavor awakened senses and memories in his brain that hadn't been touched in ages, his hips pounding into hers with a reckless abandon as he hilted himself within the salacious fae, enjoying all the pleasures of her body as she held and cradled his length within her. Their bodies moved in tandem; a frenzied rutting of two predators more akin to feral animals than the graceful dance of lovers. It suited Moros better this way.

There was no way to tell how long their passion would be permitted to last. She was only the second wolf to have ever freed him from his prison, and the first he had claimed and conquered within the void. The pleasure washed over him like warm waves of an ocean of ecstasy, all reminiscent of the same pleasure he had lavished in when he was alive. If this all felt the same, then surely the climax would be the same too, right? Well, they were about to find out together! Holding the crimson fae pinned securely beneath him in a position she could not escape from, Moros drove his hips into Fiametta's like she was the last fuck he'd ever have. Claws dug into the flesh along her waist and hips, pulling her into him, their bodies rocking together in a wild rhythm. Fia's pleasure was second to his own, and Moros was using her exclusively to slake his own lust and need. If she took pleasure in their act along the way, then all the better, but he couldn't care less if she enjoyed it or not.

Moros growled and snarled against Fia's neck, biting down just a bit harder to keep his strong hold around her spine, forcing her head down to the "ground". He wanted to hear her scream for him, to feel her come undone beneath him and beg him with her body to finish. Then they'd see if they could go for round two right away in this liminal space. Moros certainly hoped so. He was far from done with his flame-marked bitch.

"Moros"