I can feel my climax build, but I’m selfish, and I never want this to end. I might have Veil exactly where I want her—my cockwillinglyin her mouth while her fingers disappear into her soaked cunt. But I know, come morning, she’ll crumble under the weight of her useless morality.
I watch her pump her fingers in and out, her muffled moans growing needier by the second, and enjoy every part of it.
“Does that soothe your ache, pet?” I ask darkly, my hips thrusting hard and deep, her gargled noises spurring me on. “Seeking your own relief while I fuck that perfect mouth of yours?”
She can’t use her words, but her raised hips are response enough, her free palm pushing against the mattress as her fingers disappear deeper into her cunt.
I groan loudly, mesmerized by the sight of her, and my cock pulses on her hot tongue as her soaked fingers slide out and find her clit. Planting her feet on the bed, her legs fall even wider.
I’m so close to the blissful edge, but I hold off. I need to hear and feel her come while she’s stuffed full of my cock first. Luckily, it only takes a few more desperate strokes of her clit for her to moan so loudly that I feel it reverberate up my spine. Her mouth tightens around my shaft, and I grab both sides of her head, keeping myself from fucking her senseless.
Eventually, she relaxes into sated bliss, and her climax quickly morphs into mine.
Bending down, I harshly snatch her hand away from her cunt and take her fingers into my mouth. I bottom out, her lips pushing against my base as her arousal hits my tongue. Groaning loudly, I suck on her fingers as I unload, pumping hot spurts of cum down her throat, my free hand groping her breast mindlessly.
As I settle back into my body, I slip out of Veil’s mouth, and my attention catches on her smoldering yet serious gaze. Without breaking eye contact, she turns onto her stomach and pushes herself up, before settling on the edge of the bed. We stare at each other in silence for a lengthy and tense beat as we both catch our breath. Finally, I break the spell.
“Regretting it already, love?”
My question is flippant, and she doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she continues to study me, as thoughmaybeif she stares long enough, she’ll decipher a puzzling enigma.
“Are you?” she replies softly.
My grin is wistful as my thumb finds her swollen lips. “Why would I regret what is already written?”
Her expression shutters, and I can see the exact moment she closes herself off. I can’t help but be amused by her predictability.
“Ah, yes,” she says resentfully before standing up. Her gaze levels with mine. “Your beloved gods.”
She pushes me out of her way and disappears into the bathroom.
The silence istense the next morning at breakfast. And according to Veil’s body language and the fact that she keepsavoiding my gaze, it’s bothering her a lot more than it’s bothering me.
The dining room echoes with the delicate clinks of cups placed back on saucers and the soft crunch of teeth biting into pastries. I stopped hand-feeding her a while back, and my senses tell me she’d bite my finger off if I tried such a thing this morning.
I find the entire affair rather humorous.
Finishing my last bite, I clear my throat and stand up. Fishing out a small vial from my pants pocket, I stroll up to her chair—as far away from mine as possible—and quietly place it in front of her. She stares at it. And I know she recognizes its contents immediately.
It’s a contraceptive tonic.
She lifts her gaze to meet mine, eyes narrowing. We have an entire conversation without having to utter a single word.
She wouldn’t need the tonic if she stayed true to what she’d declared so vehemently just a few days ago. But after last night … it’s only a matter of time until she’s fucking herself on my cock.
She knows it.
I know it.
The tonic is a small peace offering. No threat of an heir, until the time is right—as I so benevolently declared.
Except …
The tonic does not affect the servants of the gods.
Only Belladonna’s powers can control our fate.
But Veil does not need to know that. She can bask in her false sense of security until her belly inevitably swells with our heir. And hopefully, by then, she’ll have come to her senses and accepted that we are bound to share this life, she and I. Tricking her is simply the most natural way to lead her to her fate.
