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A Kings Bestowment

Grace

Ro drops us off back into his room, rushing us inside as we take shelter from the storm. I dust the snowflakes out of my hair and fluff my shirt to let the cold ice fall out. I rip off my frozen boots and run over to the roaring fire lit by the dark leather couch.

Sitting on the ground, I warm my hands and face against the heat. Ro comes to sit beside me, wrapping a large black wing around my back, trapping the heat against me. I scoot closer to him, snuggling my body into his.

“If you think being affectionate will get you out of your punishment, you are wrong,” he says wryly, his accent thick as he speaks.

I bite my lip, peering up at him. Ro looks at me with an amused glint in his two-toned eyes, a smirk on his face.

He remembered.

“I wonder, what would my snarky brat take as a punishment? No lessons with Pearl possibly?” He leans his body into me, making me sink into the ground. Marked arms cage me in as he taps his claws into the marble floor. “Perhaps she needs a lesson with me,” Ro growls, leaning his head into my neck and nibbling me with his sharp teeth.

I gasp at the bite, raking my hands into his hair and inching them toward his wings. Maybe, if I can just get to them—

He chuckles darkly, grabbing my wrists and pulling them above my head. “You do not get to touch tonight.” Ro pulls us up sharply, throwing me over his shoulder. “You think I would allow anyone else to throw a dagger at my head? You think that individual would live after such a thing? I am not above torture, little one.”

I start to protest, and he delivers a swift sharp slap on my ass. He marches us over to his bed and tosses me onto his midnight fluffy blankets in a poof. Ro throws me onto my back, pulling my legs toward him and leaning into my body. I am in a complete daze as he comes close to my face, inhaling my scent, and leaning in for a kiss.

Ro starts out gentle, his lips inviting and coaxing mine to play. He holds my throat lightly as he deepens the kiss and tastes me. The Death God groans in satisfaction, becoming frenzied for more. With his tongue in my mouth, he grabs my wrists with one hand while his other hand roams. He palms my tits roughly, reaching under my shirt and pinching my pink nipples painfully.

I moan into his mouth, his roughness turning me on. He stops kissing me and bites my neck sharply, making me cry out in surprise. Ro rips my shirt apart, the fabric tearing loudly into the silent room. The dark God grabs at my pants and pulls them off of my legs quickly. He stands for a moment, his black eyes appreciating his work as I lay completely naked for him.

“Come here, my naughty little minx,” he purrs, picking me up and arranging us so he sits on the edge of the bed, and I’m draped over his legs, bare ass high in the air. “Your punishment is done when I deem your suffering adequate.”

I whimper in excitement and nervousness as I realize what is about to happen.

The first slap sends a shock through my core and leaves a fresh sting on my ass. I cry out in surprise. Another slap quickly succeeds it, well placed on my other cheek. I hold my whimper, gripping onto the bed’s blanket tightly. Ro has been playing with me since I threw that dagger, but I feel his anger through his slaps. He is not taking it easy on me; I have angered a God. Ro continues to spank me, but I refuse to scream. I know he is waiting for me to give in first.

I give in to no man, not even a God.

The pain is burning as he places his slaps in the same spot, intensifying the sting. I try to rub my clit against his leg for some relief, wiggling my ass, and he slaps me harder.

“You think you deserve pleasure, mortal?” Ro’s voice oozes in seduction, but I know better.

I stay silent, refusing to answer him. I know it angers him even more because his next slap hits my pussy. I jolt, biting into my arm to keep from screaming.

He chuckles darkly. “You are soaking wet, dearest. I will stop, but you know what I want to hear.”

I arch my back, pushing my ass into the air, silently begging for more.

Ro chuckles again. “My defiant sweetheart, you are not winning this one.”

He slaps my pussy again, the wet spank reverberating into the closed room. Tears well in my eyes, and I whimper into my arm. My legs begin shaking uncontrollably from the assault, and I know my skin is raw and red. I am not going to make it, and he knows it. His deep voice chuckles darkly beside me as he delivers his final slap to my wet pussy. The harsh sting makes me cry out and tears well over my eyes, running down my face.

Ro throws me back onto the bed and onto my back, instantly playing with my raw clit. The pain shocks me at first, but the pleasure in his soft touch has me arching for him.

“I would rather not have another dagger thrown at my head, Grace Teller.” Ro’s voice is tight as he pinches my clit, the pressure making me yelp.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper through pants, giving him what he wants.

Ro stops punishing me, his hand falling lax as he smiles sweetly. “There you are, my good girl.” His wicked voice carries like smooth velvet, and my breath hitches. He has won, this time. But, if he thinks I won’t be doing it again, he is sorely mistaken.

Ro unclasps the binding on his leather pants, never looking away from me as he pulls his hard, thick cock free. Ro roughly grabs my legs from behind my knees and drags me close. I lay splayed and vulnerable in his dark gaze, spread wide open. My chest rises quickly, and I let out a small whimper as his heated gaze travels my exposed body. Two rough fingers come to my mouth before he dips them inside, making me suck on them. I suck and gag as he fucks my mouth, a dark smirk playing on his lips before he pops them out and brings them lower. Wet fingers drag down my body painfully slow, eliciting goosebumps and shivers, before caressing my drenched lips as he plays with me.

I writhe, feeling desperate to close my legs and shield his view, but also wanting more of him. Ro chuckles darkly before switching his fingers for his cock, running his long length through my dripping slit lazily. The God’s breathing goes heavy, his chest rising and falling quickly as he thrusts through my soaking wet lips.

“I am going to ruin you,” he growls. His dark eyes meet mine before licking his lips and bringing his wide tip to my entrance, pushing in gently. Ro groans deeply as he watches my pussy swallow his length. I moan at the delicious feeling of being stretched open, and I push myself into his cock, begging him for more.

“You think you can, Death God? An awfully bold assumption,” I goad, arching into him as he teases me with a gentle thrust. I run my hands through the silky blankets and grab on, fisting the dark material. Without warning, I feel ice-cold wisps quickly wrap around my wrists, yanking my arms above my head. I struggle trying to jerk them back, but the shadows only tighten their hold, making me cry out. I now lay stretched open and vulnerable to a vexed God.

“There is nowhere to run now, my little creature. You may struggle and fight me, goad me on. But we both know, you will take what I give you, and you will beg for more. I will have every piece of you until I have had my fill. So, hold on, sweetheart, because I am hungry.”

Ro savors me, going slowly at first with each thrust.

Cold whispers breathe across my cheeks, traveling lightly down my breasts as they play with my nipples. Shivers rack my body as I watch the misty shadows tease me. Suddenly, my hair is gripped and yanked back, tipping my head in a painful entanglement. I whimper as I feel Ro easing in and out of me slowly. Deft fingers play with my clit, bringing me closer and closer until I’m on the verge of rapture, only to take them away before I can meet my pleasure. I scream, frustrated as he repeats it, bringing me to the edge every time before taking it away.

I feel a firm hand take hold of my throat, forcing me to look at him as he fucks me. Ro squeezes me, choking me, as he enters my pussy and releases as he retreats. Over and over, he teases me until I’m begging like a madwoman.

“Please, Ro,” I mutter repeatedly. “Please.”

The wicked God only chuckles. “What a sight you are, unraveling on my cock.”

“Please,” I beg again. “I need you.” A sob escapes my throat as I peer into his black eyes. I can’t take any more of this. I’m on the verge of tears; my body is so tightly wound. I wiggle in my bindings and move my hips to bounce on Ro’s cock, but he pulls away with a tsking.

I whimper a cry in defeat.

Ro suddenly hauls me up by the throat and leans into my face. His scent is mouthwatering as he breathes onto my lips. “Tell me, Grace. Do you feel sufficiently ruined? Or would you like to provoke me further?” Ro whispers, his voice a velvet warning. I feel a light squeeze around my throat as the God awaits my answer, watching me with dark amusement in his eyes.

“I was ruined the first time I saw you,” I profess. “You have obliterated me entirely. You always will.” I stare as his sinful face morphs to shock before quickly resolving back to hunger. He tosses me back into the fluffy blankets as his willpower is pushed over the edge with my confession. Ro starts to thrust inside me with renewed urgency, his fingers going right to my clit.

This time he doesn’t stop. He takes me higher and higher until I’m screaming from my intense orgasm. My legs shake around him while my back arches to the Blessed Isles. Pleasure racks every part of me, electrifying every muscle and pebbling my skin.

I hear him grunt in increasing need as he continues to pound me.

I push him over the edge, I want dark Ro to crack open. “Please, fuck me, Ro. I want to feel how angry you are with me,” I beg him. I hear his breath catch and his sharp fingernails dig into my thighs.

Ro loses himself as he urgently crawls onto the bed, getting onto his knees and angling himself so he can have better leverage. His breathing is heavy as he grips my thighs painfully tight. I feel him slam his thick cock into me, and I cry out, the pain and pressure instantly turning to intense pleasure at the feeling of being so full. Ro begins fucking me mercilessly, his face a painting of pure ecstasy as he groans loudly. Dark wisps float from the blanket like fog, caressing my naked body with cold kisses. Foreign words escape Ro’s lips, whispering into the air and making my soul sing. The sounds are so beautiful as he moans the ethereal words.

The relentless God leans down, peppering my face and neck with excited kisses, biting me with clumsy teeth. I scream as his rock-hard cock punishes me, holding on for dear life as the intense pleasure rocks through me. I can feel another orgasm building as he pounds me hard. Pressure builds up into my muscles, and I arch my back.

“Fuck, Grace!” he shouts, baring his teeth. “You are so fucking tight.” His wings are drawn tight behind him as he is ready to explode. Pitch-black depths look at me, begging me for permission to come. Ro’s desperation sends me over again. I explode as he drives into me. Chills and electricity wash over my body.

I moan loudly as I come under him. “Fill me, Ro.”

“Fuck!” Ro barks in a deep voice, his head is thrown back, and his face furrowed tight. He grips me with white knuckles as he stops suddenly, his cock throbbing inside me while he pumps me full of his seed. Ro groans long and loud before his face relaxes, his chest rising rapidly as he breathes heavily.

He falls forward onto me, his head landing in the crease of my neck as he comes down off of his high. “You are a Goddess,” Ro breathes.

I laugh gently as my heart soars from his compliment.

“You laugh, but it is true,” he whispers into my neck, giving me tiny kisses on my throat. “Every time you make me come, I see the stars.”

He looks me in my eyes, his own silver and black tones shining bright. His massive body is relaxed and carefree as he caresses my cheek.

“Grace?” Ro asks quietly.

“Yes,” I breathe, sucked into the grey shine in his eye.

“I liked hearing you cry,” he admits quietly, furrowing his eyes as he watches me.

I pause, taking in what he just said. “You liked giving me pain?”

Ro nods once, awaiting my reaction with intense eyes.

I never had a man mix pain with pleasure like that, but I would expect nothing less from the God of Death. I had a feeling he was following his dark instincts. I gently grab his chin, and I feel his breathing stop. “Well, I guess that’s good … because I liked being punished.”

He exhales a burst quickly as his gaze falls to my mouth.

“And knowing me, I’ll likely need to be punished over and over and over,” I say seductively, toying with him.

Ro groans as he drops his mouth onto me with crushing force. His hand sweeps into my mussed hair, pulling it tightly as he takes what he wants violently, biting and licking at me. A sharp bite pierces my lip with his pointed canine, and I cry out, surprised by the sudden pain. The dark God moans, sucking on my bloody lip languidly.

“Fuck, Grace,” he murmurs on my lips. “I would rot the world if it meant I could taste you for all eternity.”

I push him backward on his chest. “You don’t mean that, Ro.”

He chuckles darkly. “You think I would not? For your mouth, I would tear down the realms.” He kisses me again, savoring my mouth. “For your cunt”—he thrusts his length into me gently, making me cry out—“I would rip the souls out of every human.” Ro leans into my face, pulling my hair tight and exposing my neck. “For your blood, I would give you the world in ash.” He kisses my throat gently. “Make no mistake, little creature, I would burn the world for you. In this eternity, and the next,” he growls deeply into my ear.

My heart thunders in my chest as I listen to his words, feeling his hot breath on my throat. Ro kisses and licks me slowly, unhurried.

I relax into his touch, surrendering fully.

I guess if he is threatening to destroy the world without me, it’s my civil duty to give him what he wants.