Page 95 of The Arcane God

Turner hesitated for just a second—just one more second of doubt—before he let it all go.

Without a word, he grabbed the back of her head, pulling her to him, and he pressed his lips to hers. She instantly parted for him, opening her mouth in invitation, and Turner took full advantage. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, and fucking Iblis, she tasted good. He dragged his tongue across hers, wanting to capture her wildness, even though he knew he never could.

Xena grabbed at his shoulders, lifting herself up closer, pressing her body against his, as their tongues danced together. Then, without warning, she sucked his tongue. The feeling of it made his cock get impossibly hard, and he groaned.

“Did you like that, daemon?” she paused to say, before throwing herself at him again, swirling her tongue with his as if she were starving.

He didn’t even have time to respond, he just pulled her closer to him, slipping his hands under her coat to feel her warm, smooth skin. He remembered the way her tits had looked in the moonlight—perky and perfect, her pale skin glowing brighter than the moon—and he was filled with the overwhelming desire to see them again. To touch them.

“Take off your pants,” Xena breathed into his mouth.

He didn’t have it in him anymore to hesitate—he did as he was told, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall down around his ankles. His cock was hard as a rock between them, despite the frigid night air, and he gripped the base of it, stroking himself as she looked down at him.

“Mmm,” she said, before looking up at his eyes once more. Without breaking eye contact, she opened her coat, letting it fall to the side to reveal her breasts, which were just as fucking delicious as he remembered. It was an invitation, and he’d be damned by Iblis if he didn’t accept.

Lowering his head to one of them, he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

She gasped, the sound of her surprise making him nearly come instantly.

“Good daemon,” she gritted out as he teased her with his tongue. Then she reached down between them and gripped his cock—hard—as she moaned.

She stroked him as he bit on her nipple, teasing one then the other as she moaned for him. The feel of her hand on his cock was euphoric—and he had to concentrate on not getting ahead of himself. He didn’t want this to end. Ever.

Suddenly, she released him, and gripped the back of his hair, tugging his head back from her chest. “Now, Turner, I want you to take me,” she said darkly.

Iblis—the way she took control of him, like he was hers to toy with, had him absolutely feral. In that moment, he would have done anything she asked, as long as it pleased her.

He picked her up by the ass, wrapping her legs around him, and carried her over to the closest tree—a sturdy-looking one. She clung to his shoulders as he fumbled with her pants, unbuttoning them and shimmying them down to her knees and off one leg. Wrapping her legs around him again, he could feel her wet pussy slide against his cock.

Then she looked at him with those eyes—those beautiful fucking eyes—and said the most devastating thing she could possibly have said to him.

“You are mine, daemon,” she said. “I claim you.”

Hers? His mind went absolutely blank. He had no thoughts, only feelings, as she took his cock and shoved it inside her.

She was tight—so impossibly tight, he saw stars. Both of them moaned loudly at their union—at how good it felt. How right. Turner had no idea why, but inside her, he felt more alive than he had in years.

Slowly, he began to move. Her pussy was slick and warm in contrast to the cold night air that assaulted his ass. Her breath hitched as he moved, and he looked down at the spot they were joined to see some blood.

He stopped moving instantly, looking up at her in shock. “Did I hurt you?” he asked hurriedly.

She gripped the back of his hair, pulling his face to hers. “No, do not stop,” she said, before pressing her lips to his again in a frantic, passionate kiss.

Turner followed her lead, thrusting deep into her, slamming her body against the tree behind her. She cried out in pleasure as he did.

“Good daemon,” she moaned. “Good fucking daemon.”

Turner lowered his hand between them and began stroking her clit in time with his thrusts. He knew he didn’t need to, but he wanted this to be so good for her—like it was for him—so he drew on his Power. Cautiously, he warmed his cock with it, making it hotter as he stroked her.

“Turner,” she whimpered in his arms, all bravado gone as her orgasm neared and she turned frantic. She thrust back into him with abandon, moaning and cursing as she ground into him. After a few more strokes, he felt her pussy clench around him, squeezing him with her tight cunt as she cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck, Xena,” he gritted out. “I’m about to come.”

“That’s it,” she said, nipping at his lip. “Come for me, daemon. Make me yours.”

Turner thrust once, twice more, then he saw stars as his orgasm exploded out of him. He pumped himself into her, filling her as she’d asked him to, until he was spent.

He leaned heavily against her, breathing hard for a few minutes, before he slipped from her, and lowered her to the ground.