The Beauty Of Death (COMPLETE)

Sensitive

Thanatos-

My frustration didn't dissipate like I'd hoped it would, seeing her.

It grew. She became upset too. I could tell. But she didn't say anything of it.

I balled her hair in my hands, meanwhile hers were slowly undoing my belt.

All I needed was her mouth on me. Her little mouth stuffed with my cock.

My adrenaline ran with that image.

I could see her perfectly, her aura becoming black as mine.

I loved it. That I was contagious. But I knew she couldn't see me. Her human eyes not quite fixing into its proper vision yet.

She slowly undid my jeans, her hands pulling them down.

She looked terrified and fed up at the same time.

I craved it.

"I need you." I heaved, not realizing how breathless I was.

I was so fucking turned on.

As much as I loved her happiness. She was mine. I was selfish. She deserves to feel what her husband does. No one else. She was mine. All mine.

She looked up at me, clueless.

"Open." I whispered.

She did and I gently led myself into her mouth, her mouth shutting over it, sucking.

"Good." I praised.

She held onto my thighs, my hands leading her up and down my cock, her eyes watering as I made her gag.

But I went slow, understanding this was her first time.

She backed up.

"I can take more. You can do more." She said shyly.

So I did, I went quicker and deeper, but still not too crazy.

Fucking her mouth slowly enough for her to not be petrified.

I could only imagine looking back at this moment when I have trained her well enough to be my cock slut. My cock all the way down that soft throat, having her take me with ease.

But for now I'd be patient.

My delicate flower slowly blossoming with every new experience I provide to her.

She hummed, having a steady breathing rhythm for my thrusts.

I moaned when she gradually refused my pace and shoved me deeper.

I could tell she got so much more aroused when I moaned.

I gave her a second to breath, drool running down her chin.

"You alright, darling?" I asked.

"Mmhm. I like it." She whispered, shy with the confession.

I smiled.

"I can see that." I gently wiped the drool from her chin.

She grabbed my dick, slowly jerking it as she put it back into her mouth, doing it by herself, taking me deeper than I had made her.

"That's my fucking girl." I gasped, my entire body floating, my muscles so tense.

I just held her hair in a ponytail but let her do what she wanted.

She moaned after every attempt at taking me further.

"Gods, Amara." I moaned.

She whimpered with my words before taking me quicker.