Page 28 of His to Break

AZRAEL

T he night air of the Glacies is crisp, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off my skin as I watch Kara.

She lies beside me, her gaze lost in the vast expanse of stars above.

The journey that brought her here, to my realm, seems almost surreal—a path paved with struggle and strength, leading to this tranquil moment.

I drink in the sight of her, bathed in the silver glow of the moon.

Her features, softened by the stars' gentle light, are etched with an ethereal beauty that takes my breath away.

The curves of her body, the swell of her breasts beneath the fabric of her dress, stir a primal hunger within me.

It's a desire that goes beyond the physical—it's a yearning to claim her fully, to bind her to me in every conceivable way.

My hand acts of its own accord, drawn to the warmth of her skin. I trace the contours of her body, lingering on the peaks of her breasts. The sleeping beast within her stirs at my touch, a low purr resonating in her throat as she blinks lazily at me.

With a rough tug, I pull down the top of her dress, baring her to the cool night air, to my lustful gaze. My palm covers her breast, feeling the weight of it, the responsiveness of her pebbled nipple as I roll it between my fingers, pinching just enough to elicit a shiver from her.

"Do you need to fuck?" Her voice is a sultry murmur against the quiet of the night, a sound that sends a jolt of desire straight to my core.

"No." My response is a guttural growl as my need for her transcends the animalistic act of mating. "I need to breed."

Her smirk is a sight to behold—a mix of seduction and amusement playing across her lips.

She lifts her hips, pulling at the hem of her dress to push it up around her waist, revealing the apex of her thighs.

With a deliberate slowness, she parts her legs for me, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air between us.

"Go ahead," she purrs, her eyes gleaming with mischief and power. "Tonight, I'm yours to use however you please."

A growl of pure, unadulterated need escapes me as I move over her, positioning myself between her willing thighs. My hand slides down her belly, my fingers delving into the slick heat of her, ensuring she's ready for me. As I find her wet and wanting, a sense of primitive satisfaction fills me.

Her cunt’s heat swallows the swollen crown of my cock, thighs clamping around my hips like twin vices.

Milky thighs quivering as Kara cants her pelvis upward, taking what she wants with a slut’s shamelessness.

The rest of my shaft disappears into her greedy hole with a obscene squelch, her cunt-muscles rippling around me.

"Taking your prize already, hellspawn?" I grind out, veins straining along my throat as the snug vise of her flutters. Sweat beads at my temples. "Devouring cock like this belongs in brothel stalls."

Kara digs cracked nails into my pectorals, her incisors gleaming sharp as a vampire’s. "Your rutting betters tavern drunks," she purrs. "At least when a pig mounts his sow from behind…" Her hips buck hard, sinking me deeper. " He doesn’t whimper."

My claws pierce her hips as I drag out—inch by brutal inch—until her lips cling wetly to my tip. Crimson blooms where I grip her softness. "You’ll choke on that tongue before dawn," I snarl, and pound back in.

The slap of our flesh echoes through the Glacies’ frozen wastes. Her cunt’s relentless suction pulls a roar from my lungs.

Each thrust dislodges choked noises from her throat - half-sob, half-laugh. Her legs lock around my waist, heels digging into my spine’s slave-brand. I relish the burn.

"Scream," I demand, yanking her hair to bare the pale column of her throat.

"Rot in the abyss!"

My hand crashes around her throat—careful not to break fragile bones. Her cunt spasms viciously around me. Tighter. Hotter. "Tell me," I growl against her lips, "how bad do you want my seed?"

Stained smile. "Not at all."

That snaps the last tether.

I split her apart with jackhammer thrusts, vertebrae crunching as my wings unfurl.

Her sounds shatter into wordless howls, fingernails raking bloody trails down my forearms. Her thighs glisten with rubied scratches where my claws dig purchase.

The primal part of my brain fixates on the pulse thundering at her neck—crush it?

Bite until her traitorous tongue stills?

Instead my teeth find the juncture of her shoulder, marking supple flesh as lobed horns brush the ice beneath us. Seed erupts in scalding ropes, flooding her clenching depths as she arches like a snapped bowstring. "Azra?—!"

I rip free before the last tremor fades—rusky spend dribbling down her twitching thighs—and flip her onto hands and knees.

"Not nearly enough."

I flip her around, placing her on her hands and knees.

Her thighs slap against mine like war drums as I wrench her hips back. Kara’s spine bows obscenely, her cunt spreading obscenely around my girth. "Quite the greedy thing, aren't you?" I snarl against her vertebra, watching her flushed slit gape wider with each withdrawal.

Full-body tremors wrack her when I slam home again.

"Petty insults? Pity. And here I thought demon princes bred better than field mutts." Her throat bobs around a gargled laugh. "Though this does explain why you rut with spine-shivered desperation."

I drive my claws into her hips. "Your clenching pussy begs otherwise."

Slickness trickles down my balls as she clenches—vice-like heat threatening to milk me dry. "Begging?" Gaspy mockery stains her vowels as she arches deeper onto my cock. "I count minutes until limp disappointment ends ."

My growl shakes the frozen ground as I piston faster. "Master your swollen cunt before discussing limps ."

Her palm rasps across my thigh, grabbing my sack in a vise-grip. Pain-pleasure arcs through me as she squeezes. "Does your puling whimper pep-talk?" she croons. "Shall I gaslight you into earnest thrusts, false king?"

My teeth sink into her shoulder blade, copper flooding my tongue. "You’ll choke on truth when I paint your womb white ."

Her answering cackle dies as my cockhead nudges her cervix. Kara's elbows buckle, forehead scraping ice as I pin her damnably loose tongue against her molars with punishing thrusts. Half-formed curses dissolve into spittle-strangled howls—the symphony I was owed.

Hanstrings quiver. Sweat drips into the snow-crust as Kara claws backward, wild arcs gouging my chain-marked thighs. Blood speckles blush thighs.

"Submit." The order rumbles an octave lower—demon’s timbre bleeding through.

Skull pressed to permafrost, she twists just enough to smirk. "Break me or own your failure, hellspawn."

I roar. Wings unfurling shred the tunic from her torso as I mount her fully—pelvis flush to her backside. One hand crushes her windpipe while the other spiders up to thumb her clit raw. "You said you're mine tonight. I'm just proving it."

Her hips buck unevenly. Strangled vowels bubble past my choking grip until?—

"B-breed—" A heartbeat pause, daggered by my stilled thrust. " Breed me you cock-sore bastard!"

Release detonates through my spine before she finishes snarling. Pumping floods of spend drown her contractions as my forehead presses between her shoulder blades, fangs bared in triumphant grimace.

"Fuck…" I pant, laying over her. "Fucking gods…"

"No… just this goddess," she pants back in response.

I laugh, pulling her against my chest. This… is where I'm meant to be.