Immortal Cravings: Of Sin And Blood

TEASE YOUR MASTER'S CØCK

RAZIEL

Despite everything I have done to break this woman and find out the truth, she just keeps making me angrier and more obsessed.

She is still so stubborn. So f*****g stubborn.

However, I can be a very patient man and right now, I am going to continue having fun while prolonging her sweet torture until she finally decides to stop being a stubborn brat.

“Get up,” I tug the chain attached to her collar. “It’s time to ride me. I want to watch that pretty face of yours while you stuff your p***y with my c**k and once you start riding me, you have no right to stop until I say so. Understood?”

“Y-yes master,” she stammers and quickly gets on her knees. I lie back, making myself comfortable before I grab her waist, pulling her on top of me. She straddles my hips, her wet p***y sliding along my thick length as she positions herself.

Fuck.

I bite back a groan and grip her hips hard, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. My black collar is still snug around her throat, my c**k already hardened once more and pressed against her p***y.

“Start slow at first,” I order. “Tease your master’s c**k before you take it all.”

She nods, raw hunger blazing in her eyes. With her palms flat on my chest, she lifts herself and slowly starts descending on my c**k, inch by agonizing inch, a sinful moan of pleasure escaping her parted lips as my c**k keeps stretching her tight wet p***y.

Fuck.

My blood runs hotter at the sight of her collar bouncing slightly with every breath she takes. She keeps sinking down slowly, her p***y swallowing every inch of my c**k until she is fully seated, her stuffed cunt gripping me firmly.

“Ride,” I command.

She starts moving, rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles before rising and slamming down, her breasts bouncing beautifully. I wrap one hand around her throat above the collar and I squeeze, my choking grip making her gasp for air before I let go a little.

“f**k, you feel so good,” she moans, her nails digging into my chest as she picks up speed, the squelchy sounds of her p***y filling the room as she rides me faster and wilder. Biting back another groan of pleasure in my throat, I resist the urge to thrust up even though my hips are dying to meet every slam of her own hips against mine.

She is the rider. I am the master.

My hand finds her throat again, controlling her air just enough to make her gasp. Despite the fact that I am enjoying this and craving for more, I still plan on punishing her until she confesses the truth.

“Do you know how many times I have dreamed of making you regret what you did to me?” I ask and squeeze her throat again, enjoying her breathy gasps for air and knowing that she can't answer me until I let go of her throat.

Honestly, I don't even need her answer to that question.

I just need to know why she broke up with me.

Just then, I feel her p***y fluttering slightly, her hips still slamming down against mine but now the pace is much faster.

Naughty girl.

Quickly, I flip us in one smooth motion, pulling out my c**k and pinning her body beneath me.

“What are you—?”

“You are not the only one who knows how to play games,” I cut her off. “You don’t get to come on my c**k until you give me what I want.”

“Please,” she begs.

“Tell me why you broke up with me,” I demand, teasing her throbbing p***y with the tip of my c**k. “Tell me why you left me.”

“I…” she starts and stops.

“You what?”

“I didn’t want to ruin your future,” she finally confesses, her voice breaking as tears stream down the corners of her eyes. “You were training to become an enforcer and it was everything you ever wanted. I knew you needed complete focus, and I was terrified that loving me would become another burden you had to carry. I thought… I thought that if I stayed, I'd only hold you back, so I left. I walked away and convinced myself that it was the right thing to do. I broke us because I loved you too much to risk your happiness. I broke my own heart because I didn’t want to stand in the way of your dreams.”

Her words hit me hard, the pain in them clashing with my pent-up anger, the same pent-up anger that has tormented me for years because of what she did to me.

To us.

I spent years being consumed by that anger. I spent countless nights drowning in pain and confusion, wondering what I did wrong.

And now, she is telling me that she broke us because of me.

“You stupid woman,” I close my eyes and open them again. “You ripped out my heart thinking you were helping me?”

“I am sorry,” she whispers, more tears spilling from her eyes. “I am so sorry, Raziel. I was wrong. Ever since I broke your heart and left, I have missed you every single day, and I still do.”

“Do you still love me?” I ask, unable to stop myself because after all these years, I need to hear her say the words truthfully.

I need to know.

“Yes,” she answers. “Yes I still love you Raziel. I never stopped loving you and—”

I crash my lips against hers, cutting off the rest of her words because they don't matter.

She still loves me.

She never stopped loving me.

Our tongues tangle as I deepen the kiss, pouring all my love and pain into it. My c**k nudges at her p***y entrance again and she gasps into my mouth, her body squirming under me.

I have finally gotten what I want.

So I guess it's time to reward her.

I break our kiss and thrust back into her, my c**k f*****g her slowly, my hips rolling with gentle strokes.

“Harder,” she whimpers. “f**k me harder.”

I pull out my c**k and drive back into her.

This time, there is nothing gentle about it.

Her head falls back, a raw cry of pleasure ripping out of her throat. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer and I continue pounding into her soaked p***y. One of my hands detaches from her wrist and falls back on her throat, my other hand now pinning both her wrists above her head. Tears stream down her eyes as I choke her lightly, my c**k still f*****g her deeply and ruthlessly.

“You are mine,” I growl, squeezing her wrists. “Say it.”

“I am yours!” She gasps breathlessly.

I lean down and bite into the flesh above her collarbone, tasting her blood and claiming her all to myself. She tastes like sugar and pomegranates, a taste of desire and home.

A taste I will forever be addicted to.

Her legs squeeze me harder, her body already trembling on the edge.

She is so close.

Just as her p***y starts to tighten, ready to come, my fangs pull out of the flesh and I release her throat, my hand sliding down to rub her c**t in firm circles while my c**k keeps driving deeper and faster into her.

“Come for me,” I murmur against her lips. “Come while I am still f*****g this horny soaked cunt of yours.”

She shatters with a loud moanful cry, her p***y squeezing hard around my c**k, her walls fluttering rhythmically until I am a moaning mess too, my own orgasm hitting me like a storm. Regardless of the mindblowing ecstasy, I keep f*****g her through it, spilling deeply inside her until my body finally relaxes, my breaths coming out in ragged pants.

Some moments later, her own body relaxes too, her chest panting heavily. I slow the movements of my c**k inside her, still savoring the tight grip of her p***y before I finally cease my movements entirely.

Afterwards, I release her wrists and flip our positions, rolling us until she is lying on top of me, my c**k still buried inside her. Gently, my hands stroke her hair before traveling down her back and further down to her ass. The anger of what she did to me is still present within me, but it is no longer stronger than the love I have for her.

The same love that never died despite how much I hated her all these years.

“You hurt me,” I say quietly. “I endured so much pain because of what you did to me and it hurt like hell, but I understand why you did it. I accept your apology, Lena. We have wasted too much time already, so no more running. I still love you. I always have, and I always will.”

I press a soft kiss to her hair and right then, she lifts her face from my chest, her eyes shining with tears.

“I love you too, Raziel. I never stopped loving you. I know I hurt you deeply and nothing I do will be enough to bring back the years we lost, but let me try making it up to you. If you want, I can be your pet, your stripper, your w***e… I can be whatever you want me to be.”

“Well, you are already my pet for one month and that won’t change,” I tug her collar chain lightly, a small smile playing on my lips. “However, after the bet is over, we will start our relationship afresh. Together. We will fix things between us no matter how hard or how long it takes. That is what I want.”

She smiles. “I want that too.”

“Then it means we are on the same page,” I cup her face and kiss her on the lips, slower this time, my other hand tenderly roaming her body while my c**k twitches inside her, already prepared for more.

“We are still not done tonight,” I whisper and nip her ear. “I am going to f**k you again and again until you are begging for forgiveness with my name on your lips. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes master,” she purrs.

“Good girl,” I tug at her collar again, my hips rolling and thrusting my c**k deeper into her.

She moans.