I might like it.
And… it was too late. Like an untried boy, I had just spurt where I may or may not have been rocking myself against soft buttocks.
If I were to just… rub the come in, what was the harm in that?
Massages were very popular in this era. If she woke, I’d simply tell her I was trying to keep up with the times.
And still, she’d slap me.
It would be worth it.
Considering I was already hard again, I could keep this massage tactic up all night. Imagine how rested she would be when she woke. If I had a bath prepared, she would hop right to it in her modesty before really analyzing the situation.
Filling it with bubbles like the scene in the movie might even show her how adept I am in noticing what intrigues her.
Perhaps no bubbles, but a tub full of warm, immortal blood?
There were plenty of vampires in my prisons who were unworthy to pass her lips, but good as a blood bag to be tapped to luxuriate her skin. It would be a very vampire-y thing to do. Her first step into embracing her other half.
I’d be her servant, properly clothed with a toga around my hips, feeding her grapes and sips of blood straight from the vein while she soaked.
Three spurts of come on my sleeping wife’s back was probably the limit I might get away with before the sheets turned crusty. Hand to my cock, pulling forth the greatest release of the night, I did my best to angle more of it at me than at the sweet globes of her pale ass.
I really was such a liar.
What man in his right mind would not come all over so plump an ass?
Absolutely sane, I lifted my wing enough to see the creamy globs dripping toward her more intimate area, salivating to lick her clean, and groaned.
Heaven was Hell, and in my arms slept the true ruler of the underworld. Tormenting me with her beauty, her goodness, her scrumptious tits and ass. I was Hades, and she was Persephone, except in the real tale, there was no Demeter to steal her away from me for half the seasons. And now death could not touch her.
She was mine!
Skin black and burning, talons lengthening as my hands grew and my body bulged with strength, I cupped her flesh and seared my seed into soft skin. A bit frenzied in the art of manipulating muscle into bliss.
Many hours had already passed, the tub of blood had been prepared at my mental bidding, and beautiful blue eyes opened, wide with shock to see that, no, I did not cradle her and have her covered in my wing. I knelt over her, massive wingspan possessively closing out the setting sun, my touch kneading her body as yet another throbbing erection dripped onto her belly.
Balls tight to my shaft, they churned to release, yet I ignored them to wish her good evening. “How did you rest, my love?”
Speechless from my attention, or maybe from the wide-eyed stare at my bobbing cock, Pearl failed to reply.
“There is no need to be frightened of your husband’s body.” The arm I had been stroking, I drew my kneading grip down her limb and brought her hand to hover over my erection. “You can touch me if you want to. Explore me and know you are safe. I will not have sex with you until you ask me to.”
Had that been too similar to the line in yesterday’s film?
There was something new in her at that moment. Terror, yes, but also bite. “And when you do, what happens then?”
That one stumped me. “I suppose it depends on what you’re in the mood for next.”
“Will you make me put my mouth on you like—” She swallowed, flushed skin going pale. Thoughts of Darius and his debauchery were in her mind, but it was the film she referred to. “—like the man in the movie did to his wife.”
This, I could work with.
Flipping her over before she might scream or fight back, I put her in the exact position the actor had first fucked his captive. Draping my body over her back, I settled my wings to embrace us and took the lobe of her ear in my teeth. “He did this to her as well. Fucked her while her hands were chained to the headboard.”
I did not penetrate, but I did let my organ smooth through her folds in a long, slow stroke I hoped would entice arousal and not screams.
“My love, is it not better to jump into the water and swim? Toeing the shore will drive you mad.”
Shaking so hard I could hear her teeth chatter, Pearl stopped me in my tracks. “Don’t.”
But this was not the time for retreat. There was a reason I had conquered the known world time and again. I would conquer this too. “I’m asking for you to trust me.”