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He releases my hips to palm my breasts, pushing them together. His thumbs and index fingers find my nipples and pinch hard. The combination of pleasure and pain has me bucking my hips, impaling me further on his cock.
"Oh, God!" I moan, my inner walls burning at his invasion.
Mammon growls. "What did I tell you about speaking His name, little one?"
"Mammon, you're too big. I don't think I can?—"
"Yes, you can," he interrupts me, his red eyes boring into mine.
"Can't you do your Jedi mind trick thing? So it doesn't hurt?"
Mammon laughs darkly. "Oh, no, my precious wife. I made a promise. I'm not breaking it now. This untouched cunt will take every inch I give you. I want to hear your screams as I break in this tight pussy and coat my cock with your virgin blood. I want you to feel everything. I want you to remember how raw and honest our first time was. You were made for me, little one, like I was made for you. You were mine before you were born. You're mine now. And you'll be mine for eternity."
My eyes widen as he snarls the words, his need for me a primal, driving force. "You want me… forever? But?—"
His lips pull back, making him look feral. "Forever is a long time, little one. But still not long enough where you're concerned."
With that, his grip returns to my hips, and he buries himself inside me. My scream echoes off the walls as his girthy cock spears through tight, unused muscles.
Mammon hauls my upper body toward him, sucking my nipple into his mouth and biting down. The sting of pain distracts me from the ache between my legs, sending a zing of pleasure to join it. He does the same to the other nipple, feeding the spark of pleasure and fanning it to glowing embers.
"Mammon!" I sob as he pulls out and thrusts in again.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Penelope. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Better than I could've ever imagined. Look, little one. Look at how well you're taking me. My good girl."
His words send heat flaring through me unexpectedly. I do as he instructs, looking down at where we're joined. Streaks of blood coat his cock, mixed with juices from my earlier orgasm. The sight is… shit, it's so hot.
"Fucking beautiful," he grunts, pumping into me again and then again, his heavy balls slapping my ass. "And all mine."
He reaches between us, pinching my clit. I gasp as my pussy clenches around him, and sharp pleasure pools in my lower belly. The pain of his possession is now a dull discomfort as my body stretches to accommodate him. He's right. I need this. Need this primal joining. I crave the bite of pain with my pleasure, just like I crave the darkness in my husband.
His spikes massage my inner walls with each push and pull of his hips, hitting some perfect spot inside me. The pain is now indecipherable from the pleasure as blinding heat radiates outward from my core.
I reach for him, my hands grasping desperately and pulling him in for a kiss, the movement forcing him further inside my quivering walls. Giving me what I need, he licks into my mouth, tasting every inch and tangling his tongue with mine until I’m dizzy. He breaks the kiss, and I watch as he sinks his sharp teeth into the inside of his wrist before pressing it against my mouth, coating my lips in his blood.
“You’ve shared your blood with me, and now I share mine with you. Drink,” he instructs, eyes blazing like liquid fire.
My tongue darts out tentatively, and I lap at his wrist. We both moan. Mammon’s blood coats my tongue like ambrosia, sending a jolt of electrifying pleasure coursing through my veins. The taste is unlike anything I've ever experienced, simultaneously rich and intoxicating, with a hint of smoky sweetness that lingers on my palate.
As I drink, a strange and powerful connection forms between us, a bond forged in blood and shared desire. Each swallow fills me with a sense of euphoria as if I'm consuming not only his blood but a piece of Mammon's essence.
Mammon's grip on my waist tightens, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us. Our bodies meld together in a symphony of heat and passion, a dance of darkness and desire, with Mammon as the orchestrator of our forbidden symphony.
Mammon withdraws his wrist, his eyes smoldering with raw intensity. "Do you feel it, Penelope?" he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "The connection between us?”
I nod, my senses reeling from the intoxicating cocktail of pleasure and power. "Yes," I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. "I feel it, Mammon. I feel you."
"Good. Now come for me again, little one," Mammon grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he pistons in and out of me.
He hits me deep, pressing against my cervix… and I come undone, screaming his name. I whimper as he pulls out, only to plunge in again. It feels so good. All I can do is beg for more as another orgasm overtakes me.
I'm vaguely aware of Mammon's strangled grunt as he climaxes, unleashing what feels like a geyser of cum into my waiting pussy before collapsing on top of me.
"So fucking good, little one," he rasps, pressing kisses to my nose, cheeks, and chin as our breathing slowly calms.
"Mmhmm," I mumble, my body a puddle of goo.
Mammon chuckles, dropping another kiss on my nose before pulling out of me and striding toward the bathroom. He's back in less than a minute with a warm washcloth, using it to clean my blood and our fluids from my swollen pussy.
