Chapter 114: Surrender to Sin
Seraphel
"Unhnng... ahh... fuck, Azriel!" I moaned out loud as he drove himself deep inside me.
Azriel had my legs hooked over his broad shoulders as he pounded into me with zero mercy. Sweat dripped from his brow, trailing down his muscular chest and neck.
His glowing crimson eyes never left mine, even when the sensory overload forced me to shut my eyes for a few seconds. Whenever my eyelids fluttered open, his intense gaze was locked onto me, burning with that undeniable look of absolute love.
Being fucked by him was an incredible, magnificent experience—pure, unfiltered ecstasy that made my entire core burn.
Then, with a sudden, forceful movement, he thrust all the way in, burying every single inch of his length inside of me.
I saw stars—blinding flashes of white behind my eyes as they rolled to the back of my head. My mind went completely blank from the sheer depth of the impact.
Azriel let out a deep groan, slowing his pace for a brief second to twist his hips against mine, grinding his pelvis firmly against mine before picking up the pace all over again. He slammed back into me with relentless speed, the loud, wet clack-clack-clack of his thighs slapping fast against mine filling the dimly lit chamber.
"Unhnng...!" I gripped the silk sheets so tightly my knuckles turned white, taking every brutal, perfect hit. Every single thrust was hitting my sweet spot directly, driving me out of my mind.
Azriel leaned down over me, his dark aura flaring as he gently unhooked my legs from his shoulders. "Your hole is mine," he declared possessively, his voice thick and low.
He pulled out of me completely, leaving my entrance gaping and leaking, before bringing his palm down in a sharp slap across my ass cheek.
PAK!
"Say it, Seraphel," he murmured, leaning his body over mine to nibble at my earlobe.
A needy moan escaped me before I could even stop myself. "It’s yours..."
Azriel chuckled darkly against my skin, his hot breath fanning across my ear. "Say it properly. Tell me this hole is mine," he growled softly, nibbling harder on my ear, trailing wet kisses inside before biting down gently on the sensitive cartilage, then moving to kiss the side of my cheek.
I moaned out loud, tilting my head back to give him full access as he buried his face in my neck, inhaling my scent deeply.
"My hole is yours... all yours," I murmured breathlessly against his shoulder, panting heavily as I tried to catch my breath.
Azriel leaned in and captured my lips in a slow, deep kiss. Before I could process it, he wrapped his strong arms firmly around my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the bed as he sat up. He pulled me onto his lap, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
Standing up with me in his arms, he carried me across the room toward the large floor-length mirror near the wall.
Positioning me against the wall beside the mirror, his cock easily found its way back to my leaking entrance, driving straight in.
His thrusts were slow and heavy at first, ramming into me while holding my weight securely against the wall.
I shut my eyes tight, trying to muffle my moans, but the second he sped up, a loud scream tore from my throat.
"Unhng... Azriel... my hole is taking all of you in... it’s taking every inch of your dick!"
"Oh, you’re saying dirty things now?" he chuckled low in his throat. "I like hearing you talk like that, Seraphel. Let it all out. Tell me every dirty thought flowing through your head," Azriel muttered against the pulse point of my neck.
I surrendered to him immediately, letting the raw filth spill from my lips without holding anything back. "Fuck me harder... stretch my hole wide, Azriel... take me right here until I’m completely ruined for anyone else!"
"More, Seraphel," Azriel moaned against my neck, the vibrations of his voice rattling through my chest.
I gasped, overstimulated and floating on air, and let out a modern cuss word without even realizing it. "Holy modafucker fuck, you’re fucking crazy!"
Azriel lifted his head, his crimson eyes locking onto mine through the mirror. His dark brows furrowed slightly in genuine confusion as he processed the strange words.
"Sometimes I just love the bizarre words that come out of your mouth... these foreign phrases..." He paused for a beat, his gaze darkening as my heart pounded wildly against my ribs. "They turn me on so fucking much. I wish I could make you say them over and over again..."
Before I could even respond, he slammed his hips forward, pounding into me with twice the force.
We went on like that for what felt like an eternity, the friction making the skin of my back burn hot against the wall.
Finally, he set me down gently on my feet.
The moment my soles hit the cold floor, my legs completely buckled. They trembled violently, desperate for support, because Azriel had completely wrecked me.
He had fucked me so thoroughly that my entire body was vibrating from the inside out.
Yet he wasn’t done.
The second he placed me down, he stepped up right behind me.
Reaching down, he gathered the heavy fabric of my ceremonial robes and pulled them up over my hips, exposing my bare ass.
Without warning, his hand came down hard against my left buttock.
PAK!
"Azriel...!" I gasped out.
"So soft," he grunted in response, his palm coming down hard on the right side.
PAK! PAK!
He continued spanking me, the sting burning against my skin. "This pretty ass belongs to me," he growled possessively into my ear. "Every inch of your body is mine to mark, to bruise, to take."
The erotic thrill of the pain mixed with pure, throbbing pleasure made my head spin.
Tears of sensory overload welled up in the corners of my eyes, but I took every single slap, craving him even harder.
Suddenly, Azriel reached around, grabbing both of my wrists and pinning them firmly behind my back. Bending me over, he thrust his cock deep inside me from behind in one brutal, seamless stroke.
His thrusts were deeper and far more savage now.
The loud, wet slap-slap-slap of his hips impacting my raw ass cheeks echoed through the room alongside my breathless cries.
"Goodness!" I screamed out loud, completely pushed to the brink.
Just as I was about to burst, he pulled his cock out completely. Turning me around, he lifted me up against his chest. One of his large hands wrapped gently around my throat while his other hand wrapped around my throbbing cock.
"I want to hear you screaming my name when you come," Azriel whispered directly into my ear.
I moaned as he guided his cock back into my entrance, thrusting in slowly before picking up a terrifying, punishing pace once again.
Just as he wanted, I let out loud, desperate screams, my name for him echoing off the walls. Thick, white ropes of cum shot out from the tip of my cock, painting his hand and the front of my robes.
I reached up, grabbing a handful of his long silver hair, pulling him closer as my body shuddered in a violent climax.
"Azriel...! Fuck, that was..."
"Was what, little lotus?" he muttered against my ear, his breath hot and heavy.
"It was so fucking hot..." I panted out.
Azriel kissed the corner of my lips softly. Gathering me up in his arms once more, he carried me back to the bed and laid me down on the soft mattress.
Looking down at me with burning, hungry eyes, he growled low in his chest:
"Now it’s my turn... and I want you to keep screaming my name."