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Not true. In this, the score is equal. She would say so, but then the head of his cock swings forward, his crown plying her pussy open, filling her to the brim. Her inner walls fasten around his girth, clenching to the base.

Wonder snaps off her grass, her naked body slamming into his. “Uh!”

Malice hisses, the noise heavy, sexy. He gives her no chance to recover, his waist slinging, pistoning fully and without reserve. The pace kills their amorous negotiation, robbing them of logic. Her thighs splay around Malice, jutting with each vault of his hips, their bodies undulating in tandem.

All sense pivots to where they’re joined, and joined, and joined. His cock sifts in and out, drawing on her moans, coaxing out a warm rush of liquid. Her cunt meets every pump, their flesh siphoning together, the forward sweep of his cock sketching her clit.

Heat scorches Wonder from the inside out. They undulate atop the grass, lunging into each other beneath the sky, exploding into movement under the celestials. He growls in elation, and she cries in pleasure.

“Who’s inside you?” Malice rasps. “Whose cock does this sweet cunt belong to? Who’s making you feel this way?”

“You are,” she moans. “It’s yours. I’m yours, Malice.” She clutches his laboring ass. “And who’s claiming you? Whose cunt does this villainous cock belong to? Who’s making you feel this way?”

“You are. It’s yours. I’m yours, Wonder.”

Hers. His. This is the only vow they require.

This is who they are. Wonder and Malice.

She’s a goddess of libraries and blossoms, a wandering deity who dabbles in legends and defies the odds. She’s a wisher, a muser, a fighter who has gifted her heart to a demon.

He’s a god of pages and devilry, a diabolical deity who twists secrets and manipulates the odds. He’s a plotter, a thinker, an offender who has offered his heart to a wildflower.

Together, they’re tempters of fate.

Rising to peer at her, Malice braces himself on his forearms, the literary tattoo straining across his bicep, the inked quill rippling across his back. They writhe into each other, his waist belting sinuously. And they watch each other, and they study each other, and they disarm each other.

But then, Malice slows. Fascinated determination alights his features. With measured strokes, he sways his cock, the slick friction outrageous. His skin rubs her internal muscles, stimulating Wonder until she’s crying out in awe.

The sounds trigger him, motivating Malice to accentuate his hips, rolling between her thighs. And she knows what he’s doing, because he wanted to try this the last time. Yet he held back, at a loss for how to achieve it.

At his questing gaze, Wonder nods rapidly. “That’s right, Malice. You’re making love to me.”

His victorious expression hurls embers across her skin. “Christ, I never thought… never fucking thought… it could be this way. Deeper, longer, hotter.”

“More,” she weeps. “Keep making love to me. Keep going. Just like that.”

“Hell almighty, this is everything. All I’ve never felt, never known, never believed. You’ve made it all possible. You brought me to life. This, right here, inside you. This is why I breathe. I’ll live and die and kill for it.”

“As will I,” she swears. “Let us never stop.”

“Never,” he growls, the world rich, heavy, and tireless on his tongue.

Ever the dauntless, obsessive god, he chases after more, patiently whipping his pelvis, loping his cock into her favorite spot. Only this time, he does so with leisurely indulgence, reaching a new depth that tosses Wonder into oblivion.

“Oh!” she shouts. “Yes!”

“Fuck!” he roars. “Wonder!”

Grabbing one of her limbs and folding it against his torso, he changes the axis of their bodies, fucking into her softly, making love to her fiendishly. Her pulse crests, her broken voice shooting to the firmament, about to come undone. To come with him.

Except Malice is also the type who rarely settles for simple. Despite all the times they’ve mated, it’s never happened in this position before. Thus, he explores every possible amendment.

Boosting himself once more on his knees, Malice takes Wonder’s lower half with him. Anchoring her backside atop his thighs, the demon props her legs high, hiking them up on either side of his sweat-varnished torso. Then he juts his ass, slinging his cock into her.

Wonder weeps, her body sloping gently across the grass. Together, they watch her slick pussy stretch around his crown, taking it deeply, drenching him. Over and over and over.

Malice’s mouth hangs ajar, blissful pain contorting his features.

Pleasure and pressure builds, accumulating in the place where they collide, the sensations critical.

They will ride out this glory, ride each other into the ground, drilling deep into the earth.

They’ll exhaust one another tonight, and eternally afterward, and then start again.

Neither of them is leaving this courtyard until they’ve pushed each other to the brink numerous times, at countless volumes.

She wants him bellowing. She wants him coming aloud to the sky. She wants him coming inside her.

Again. And again. And again.

A crucial noise drops off her tongue. At the sound, Malice kisses her knees and charges faster, making love quicker now, his waist punching forward. Wonder strains off the grass, her head firing backward. Moans skewer from her lungs, each one akin to a confession, a threat, a plea, an oath.

If this passion is forbidden, so be it. Let nothing separate them again. If anyone tries, she will vanquish them. And he shall only enable her, all with a smirk crooking his lips.

The same smirk he wears now. Only it’s softer than it used to be, an exclusive sight meant just for her. He might be vicious to this world, but never to Wonder.

She bats at his legs, needing him closer, so much closer. Groaning, Malice drops to the grass, his chest flush with her breasts, his charging waist flanked by her thighs. They fling themselves at one another, catch each other’s movements, breathing the same oxygen, sweating, clasping.

The demon’s mouth lands on hers, open and hectic. His cock thrashes, each pass wetting her more, the walls of her pussy sealing around him. They groan into one another’s lips, the sounds growing harder, swifter, louder.

It isn’t until he steals one of her hands, sketches her scars with his lips, and kisses the flower shapes that Wonder shatters.

With a long-suffering wail, she fires off the grass, pitching into Malice’s frame, her body vibrating like a string.

Her cunt ruptures, coming around his cock, the convulsions reaching bone deep.

Hissing between his canines, Malice puts his frame into the motions, waist sprinting, ass rocking. His lashes his cock, the pleasure washing through Wonder in tidal waves. For as long as the orgasm lasts, Malice holds back, making her come for an endless streak of time.

Yet the second she ducks her head and presses her moaning lips to the scar across his heart, Malice snaps. He tenses like a spring, his cock pulsing, face cramping in violent bliss. Then he throws his head back and comes, roaring to the treetop.

And purely from the noise, the sight, and the feel of him releasing spurts of heat into her, Wonder comes again, splintering into a thousand atoms of light.

She screams with him, the clamor filling her ears, the sounds ripping through two realms. Her pussy grips his cock, one hand fisting his hair, the other groping his ass, lodging him as deeply as possible.

When the frenzy subsides, they go limp, bodies spent. Malice’s mouth crushes against hers, kissing the last of her whimpers, aftershocks wracking their frames. As they recover, his lips fold over hers, tongues swaying.

With a satisfied hum, Malice raises his head, those eyes gleaming through the ink of night. For a while, he traces her face. Gazing up, Wonder smiles and brushes through his rumpled hair, affection welling inside her. Such a disheveled, messy, complicated god. And she loves him for it.

A naughty grin slants across his mouth. “So that’s what it feels like.” Then again, the devil reconsiders. “Mmm. I think we’ll need to double check though. Just to be sure.”

To illustrate, he angles his cock, still hard inside her. A moaning chuckle peals from Wonder’s lips as she fastens her limbs around him. “Wise minds think alike.”

With a low purr, Malice nuzzles her breasts, then flirts in her ear, muttering intimate puns. “I mean, it’s only fair,” he petitions, skimming his mouth over hers. “We’ve got millennia to make up for.”

“Then you’d better get comfortable,” she advises, kissing his devious lips.

To which Malice agrees with a snarl. “Because we’re not fucking done yet.”

And finally, they don’t have to be.