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The second Wonder caves, he’s positive every devil in the underworld just earned their horns.

Since the first step is always the toughest, now that she’s crossed that line, the goddess owns it.

With newfound conviction, she pushes her curves into his frame.

The broad swells of her ass massage his dick, the demanding swipe fogging his head.

And there go the last remnants of his sanity, vanishing into a puff of black smoke.

Because if this female is going to own it, she might as well take the lead.

Bye-bye any semblance of redeemability. Hello corruption.

A criminal noise carves from his lungs. With his tolerance gone, a thing of the past, he swoops his fingers under the hem, following the source of that fantastic heat the way a glamoured mortal would pursue a trail of pixie dust.

His palm sprints up Wonder’s thigh, talons reaching a slender line tucked between two flanks of naked flesh.

Ah. There’s that famous pussy.

The instant his fingers make the scarcest contact with her labia, Wonder goes up in dark flames. Her spine snaps, arching into him. A fractured whine leaps off her tongue, mouth falling, jaw unlocking.

The same raw upheaval tears from his mouth, joining hers in a pent-up echo that clamors through the library.

He’s barely touched her, but already Malice is in danger of combusting.

Likewise, Wonder shakes off a foundation as if she’s been teetering at the edge for longer than just a few minutes, hanging by a thread for centuries. Maybe longer.

Riding the contact high, Malice rakes his fingers, curling them slowly over that waiting pussy. Warm. Round. Slick. And…

“Fuck,” he hisses, the word sharp enough to saw through granite.

She’s bare. Her pussy is waxed, stripped of hair, every soft contour sitting in his cupped palm. Each silken outline is tangible, from the wet slit, to the swells, to her distended clit. The stud of flesh pokes out, a naughty thing made for sucking.

Christ. His teeth ache like a set of vampiric fangs running low on pints of blood. He could dine on the goddess’s damp clit. He could sink his canines into her naked pussy, feeding until she’s howling and he’s drunk off the sounds. So much glossy flesh, his for the taking.

Wonder throbs like a drum against his fingers, her pulse thudding fast, blood gushing to the cleft. Palming her, he sweeps his thumb back and forth over the erect peg of that clit.

Her eyes seal closed, her scalp lands on his shoulder, and her ass grinds into the feverish bridge of his cock. Motivated, he etches the sleek flaps of her cunt, feeling their shape, tracing every ridge until each one is branded into his cranium.

The goddess whines, her fist clenching the curtain, the other hand reaching behind to snatch his waistband. Another broken whine tips off the rim of her tongue. “Oh,” she mewls. “Oh, god.”

“Mmm,” Malice hums. “This pussy feels like it looks pretty. Tight, smooth, drenched.” His index finger sways over her sodden crease. “And a little tense. Let’s do something about that, shall we?”

And then he flicks aside the curtain seam.

Wonder’s rosy little cunt lifts from the gap. Tender. Blushing. Dripping. The most gorgeous fucking thing he’s ever seen.

Her clit sticks out like bait, an impertinent appendage. The groove splitting her down the middle glistens, testifying to how puddled she is inside. And how snug.

No worries. He’s gotten her to spread once already. Twice is doable. At Wonder’s command, he’ll open her like a clam.

Provided he doesn’t offload in his pants first. Tell that to her jutting ass, which isn’t helping matters.

Chuffing air, Malice talks himself off a ledge.

He’s never had a problem holding out for hours during sex, so there’s no excuse to lose it now.

This goddess deserves to have her mind blown, and his reputation refuses to make a lame first impression.

Let no one say the God of Malice isn’t skilled, calculating, and shrewd in every aspect.

Make her squirm. Shatter her inhibitions. Bend her mind.

Torture her. Seduce her.

Earn her screams.

Nipping Wonder’s earlobe, Malice gazes over her shoulder and proceeds to rock the goddess’s immortal world.

With concentrated slowness, he glides his fingers over her pussy, along the furrow, rowing from back to front.

Then his nails join the party, the tips scraping lightly, sketching up to the inflated clit.

Each honed slide pulls a needy sound from Wonder’s mouth, her moans multiplying in tempo to his claws. Together, they glance down, watching his sharp talons comb across her skin. She rolls forward in his hand, her apex moving in sinuous waves, seeking more.

It would be easy to breach skin, drafting blood to the surface.

Despite her prim sensibilities, she’s heaving herself into him like a feline during mating season, and he’s loving every fucking second of it.

This goddess has fewer inhibitions than she lets on, thick liquid drizzling from her slot and leaking down his knuckles.

Malice’s groan could hack down a sycamore. “Such a pretty cunt,” he praises. “So eager. But I think it’s lonely and needs a friend.”

In reply, Wonder circles her hips, the head of his cock taking the brunt. Interpreting that as a yes, Malice scans the perimeter. In arm’s reach, a finial ornaments the stairs from which Wonder had stormed.

Thank fuck he doesn’t have to release her. At this rate, he’s going to be cemented to this female for eternity.

Relinquishing her waist, Malice lashes out and seizes the finial. Another unexpected boon, it’s screwed neatly into the newel post instead of secured by more cumbersome joinery. A quick wrench, and the trimming loosens, spinning from the post.

Yanking out the phallic embellishment, Malice fists it by the stem. Not the most inventive apparatus for kink, but it’s the best he can do on short notice. They’ll upgrade to other ingenious toys later.

Snaring her fingers from his waist, Malice hooks them up around his nape. She’s going to need the leverage. To his satisfaction, the goddess doesn’t object but grips the roots of his hair instead.

That’s more like it. Wiping the finial on his jeans to clear the dust, Malice dives his arm between them and wedges the makeshift dildo under the curtain. Wonder’s eyes had been welded shut, but now they fly open, registering the polished device skimming down her ass crack.

Barely coherent, she gusts out, “What—”

“Spread,” Malice growls.

The rest of her question disintegrates into a plaintive sigh as he sinks between her splayed thighs, angling the pommel at the oval of her pussy. On reflex, the goddess scissors her legs farther apart.

Excellent. Malice croons his approval. Then he slants the finial’s peak and probes open her walls, her arousal coating the surface, its width expanding her wide. Wonder keens, her hips bucking, thighs splitting farther still.

Making himself at home, Malice grunts through his open mouth and edges the solid finial up her cunt.

Inch by inch, he stuffs the makeshift toy into her, parting Wonder’s soaked lips.

It happens in slow motion, the ascent defining ever fleshy muscle in this goddess, giving him an idea of how tight her grip would be around his cock.

But that’s not what gets his crown to twitch. Instead, it’s the disjointed cry that lunges from Wonder’s mouth. The tapered peak hits a barrier, signaling he’s got the finial buried to its limit, also indicating how deep she is, how much of him she’d be able to take.

Stars almighty. The realization stalls his hand for a second too long, eliciting a desperate sound from Wonder. Then she’s moving, gyrating her waist, bobbing her impatient pussy onto the finial.

Gentle sucking noises yank Malice from his stupor.

Another growl shreds through him, his arm jerking, rhythmically pumping the tool in and out of her.

Glancing down, he treats himself to an unhampered view of the finial, its exterior doused by Wonder to the point where envy stings his flesh.

Is he seriously getting jealous of an inanimate object?

Whipping his arm, he opens Wonder from behind, pistoning the slender ornament like a lever. Meanwhile, his opposite fingernails continue their manipulation, sketching the front of her pussy, attacking Wonder from both ends.

Her moans turn into sobs, the sounds ringing through the hall, carrying across the library. She writhes her whole weight into him, fisting his hair for balance. Yet the steady beat of her ass pleads for something else.

“What is it, Wildflower?” Malice coddles, his tone husky. “Tell me what this greedy cunt wants.”

But she doesn’t need to. Her whines splinter, her hips gallop on the finial, and she quakes against him. It’s a devastated battle cry for help.

Except he’s not a devil for no reason. She’ll get what she wants, once she begs for it. He’ll tempt the goddess, then deny, then give it to her.

Malice thumbs her clit, pressing down on the tiny pellet, circuiting while his other fingers streak across her slit. Her gorgeous hole smears his flesh as he plies the finial, driving it up and down.

“Story time,” he rasps. “The night I first met you, I fisted my cock so hard I shaved off a layer of skin. It chafed for days. That’s what you do to me. Get me off and then strip me raw.”

The goddess weeps in despair. She rams her skull into his shoulder and slings her rear end into his aching cock, rubbing every inch through the jeans, which has doubled in girth. Any second, his crown is going to blast through the fabric.

Screw this. Malice loops one finger at her oval, then slips upward.

Wonder cries out in anguish. She bows at a steeper angle, her tits lifting into the air while she grapples to keep the curtain in place, whereas the lower half is gaping, her saturated pussy and his glazed hand in clear view.