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You felt like a sacrifice.
An offering to a god walking on mortal land. Blessing your world with sweet whispers of pleasure, and kindness dripped in honeysuckle and red wine. Something born into this world with the only purpose of spreading this benevolent god’s name. And you were spreading it, technically, if the walls of Diasomonia had anything to say about it.
“Malleus!” You sobbed; hands wrapped around the two black horns on his head like a worshipper would clutch prayer beads. Your lover's silky raven strands of hair ruffled and disheveled from your constant grabbing. “My beloved?” he replied from in-between your legs, baritone voice as musical as a hymn. You knew he was beautiful, an imposing and gallant figure to the rest of the world. But like this, in between your legs, licking and mouthing at your sex, he was otherworldly. Eyes welded shut with tears you could only continue to grip your horn-shaped tether to reality, begging him to continue his worshiping.
You figured you must have done something right because his loving menstruations sped up. Forked tongue savoring the taste of your sex, your fluids near the top of his chosen meals. His body shook both from the pressure on his horns creating sharp shots of pleasure down his spine and from the simple proximity he had to you. You, who had chosen to be his. You, who loved and praised the fact that he was born into this world. You, who made his very existence something to celebrate. You, his beloved, made his existence filled with pleasure and he would continue to thank you until his body withered in his grave. Choosing to store these thoughts for another time he continued to use his mouth to make you whine and shake. His hands roamed your body, pinching and prodding every part of your body he could touch. As much as he loved to worship you, he would never stop being curious about the way your body reacted to him. Different as you were, human and fae, your body seemed to know that he was the one created for you.
“M-Malleus please,” You breathed, heavy and hot from his devotion to your sex, you wanted more. “Please, Please I want to cum with you inside me!” you mewled, looking into his yellow-green eyes. His makeup was smeared from sweat and your cum painted his face like a paint would cover an artist. But it was there, that look in his eyes was pure hunger. Desperate to consume everything about you from your heart to your velvet-lined inner walls. Still, he chuckled, somehow containing the all-consuming need for you, one of his hands coming up to caress your sweat-soaked face which you leaned into warmly. “And here I was trying to be a gentleman, to worship you like the sovereign you are” he spoke sweetly but his tone was teasing in an almost condescending way “But that isn’t what you want, is it?” he smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple in a way that juxtaposed his tone.
You shook your head rapidly, body arching up to try to have more of you touching him. “I-It’s not!” you cried, fat tears streaming down your face as you looked at him. Your hands wrapped around his bicep, in a desperate attempt to pull the much larger man closer to you. But of course, he stayed where he was, hovering above your quivering form like the future king he was. “What do you want, my beloved?” he whispered, almost mesmerized by the way your body moved under him “Those who do not speak do not get their wish, you know this surely?” he questioned, like he hadn’t told you a million times before. “Fuck me please!” you screamed, nails clutching so hard into his skin you may worry that it would draw blood if you were in the right stage of mind, “Claim me, sear your name into my body until it only knows your name, cum in me until you’re sure it sticks!” you prayed your begging would reach his ears. And reach them they did. Malleus pinned you quickly to the bed, sprawling you out perfectly for him. His earlier mouth fucking combined with your session from the day before had you stretched perfectly for him. “You’re mine” he muttered, but it was more like he was talking to himself, as he lined his erect cock up to your hole “I shall make sure everyone knows it, don’t worry at all darling” he whispered, shoving all of him into your tight body.
You weren’t even sure the noise that came out of your mouth belonged to you. A mix of a strangled cry mixed with Malleus’ name and a prayer. Speared on his cock like a bow through a lamb. “This is what you wanted, yes?” he huffed, body rocking as he pounded into you again and again like a dance he had memorized. You could feel him in every part of you, like he was always meant to be there, giving you constant pleasure. “You want to be claimed” he growled, leaning his head down so sharp fangs could bite into your shoulder, causing you to wail out a confirmation of his claim. His pounding never once stopped as he spoke, your hole tightening around him every time his voice reached your ears. “Don’t worry, one day I shall make you a ruler so that you can sit beside me on the throne” he whispered directly in your ear, puffing hot breath as he spoke “You would like that wouldn’t you my dear? Wouldn’t you liked to be fucked and claimed on our joint throne as our subjects watched” his words dripped with filth, but you were so far gone all you could do was scream in agreement, moving your hips in a futile attempt to match his pace.
“I’m gonna cum! P-Please Malleus with me c-cum with me” you sobbed, wracking your nails down his back, and pulling him closer to you. You felt his body shake with a quiet chuckle and then the already brutal pace became downright unbearable as he pistoned into you. “H-How could I ignore you begging you to fill you, my child of man” he grunted, wrapping his arms around your body, and pulling you tightly to his chest. It all became too much you cried out his name, your orgasm crashing over you. Malleus was not far behind you, signaling his release with him sighing your name into your ear before ropes of cum filled you, beginning to leak out from around his cock. He frowned as he looked down at this, gently pulling out of you which caused you to gasp. “You mustn’t lose any of this, my dear” he hummed, fingers reaching down to scoop the cum up. Easily, he pushed his fingers back into you causing your whole body to spasm and for tears to fall from your eyes “This is the future of Briar Valley, you must carry it all” he spoke lovingly, pressing his lips to one of your fallen tears.
“Should we try again, my beloved? We want to be sure it “sticks” like you said if I recall”