Chained to the Devil’s Daughter (Mating the Elements #1)

Epilogue

Ash’ren Another 6 Months Later

"Lux, you know better. If you can’t be wary of the thorns, you shouldn’t be climbing the vines.”

“Okay,” the boy sniffled as I gently pried a purple thorn from his knee. The moment he was dusted off, he sprinted straight back to the vine of peace ivy which used to be a dragoncherry tree.

Normally, I would allow him to continue, but my visit with my warlords had somehow devolved into a game of torchball between grown-ass adults. Searra would be long done feeding Perdita by now. That baby falls asleep so quickly, she’s a limp noodle before Firefly’s motherly teats can deflate. I can’t allow Hell’s queen to walk around with painful, delicious breasts, not when she had a mate hungry for all her sweet juices.

“That’s enough for now, son. Go and find Fara.”

“Daddy, no!” Lux fussed. I ruffled his hair and tugged his little horn, then pointed toward the garden exit. He reluctantly obeyed, a low whine following him down the path.

Once he was out of sight, I carefully climbed the vine, shutting and locking the newly installed window behind me.

Searra was lounging in the bed, resting, one hand massaging her upper chest. She wore a gossamer nightgown that covered the tantalizing snack beneath. The black fabric was darker over her breasts from the deep shade of her flush. An even darker ring spotted the area of her right nipple. My balls tightened at the sight, and I squeezed my stiffening cock to make it settle down.

“Sorry I’m late, love bug, but I’m here now, and I’m fucking hungry.”

Searra giggled, wincing a bit at the end. Fucking elements, I’d made her wait too long. I’d better make up for it.

“I’m hungry, too,” she purred, adjusting on the pillows so she was mostly sitting back. “Be a good boy and come here.”

My growl sounded suspiciously similar to a purr as I climbed into the burgundy sheets. Palming her weighty tits, I barely had to pinch the sides for tiny little droplets to bead at the tip, nearly a dozen itty bitty dots that I encouraged until they formed one fat drop, which I licked away before it reached the shadow under her breast. Tracing the line up to her puffy nipple, I suctioned my cheeks and sucked.

Our moans mingled as her goddess juice, somehow both sweet and savory, burst along my tongue. Her knees lifted and fell apart. As another gush of milk hit the back of my throat, I swept my hand between her legs, her cunt creamed and primed. I swiped two fingers through her slickness and brought it to her turgid clit, smothering the pearl of her pleasure.

Two dainty hands threaded into my hair, feeling much less dainty and more demanding as she popped me from my feeding spot and directed me to the other breast. This time, as I latched and began to drink her honeyed milk, I fisted my cock and sank barely the head inside her warm cunt.

“Oh, fucking fuckity,” she groaned, the strength in her hands dying out as they fell to my shoulders. I chuckled at her word choice, perfect teat still engulfed by my mouth, and she clamped down around the head of my cock.

I released her nipple, kissing my way between her tits to the mate mark. My mate mark. I stroked it with my tongue as I pressed further into her silken heat, watching myself disappear, swallowed by her beauty, ridge by ridge.

By all the fucking elements and their gods, I could die to a chorus of her sweet little sounds. How I would ever deserve her, I could only hope to discover, but I was done questioning her. Instead, I would spend my eternity giving her every fucking piece of myself, everything she deserved, and more.

“I’m going to-to come,” she whimpered, and I smirked because the rhythmic fisting of her pussy around my cock had told me this long ago.

“Come for me, my goddess. Drench me in your fucking holy water.” I bit her neck, licking down to her swollen tits, peppering them with gentle kisses. Gripping her hips, I forwent the sweet thrusts for a more brutal pace, torn between watching the bliss on her features and the growing slickness on my cock each time it resurfaced.

Her climax swept through our connection, her inner walls trying to suck me straight up into her perfect cunt. I was inclined to let it and soon my soul left my body as I emptied inside her, using the squelching cum to force my knot inside. She mewled and her body easily gave, letting me claim her, accepting every drop of seed that splashed against her womb.

“I love you so fucking much, Firefly.” It was almost enough to make me cry. I rolled us over, so she lay on top of me.

“I love you. You’re mine.”

“Yours. Always.”

∞∞∞

Banging on the door woke us. I groaned to wakefulness, but before I could call out for them to wait, the damned door was opening. I hurriedly flung a silk sheet over our bodies, still sticky with sweat and stuck together.

“What the fuck, Geysis?” I shouted, voice raspy with sleep. It was unlike her to be so unthoughtful, but one look at her pallid expression had dread filling my stomach. Holding the sheet tight around Searra, I shook her awake.

“What? What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, guys, but it’s the book. It’s fucking gone!”

Cold tension froze the air. Geysis held out a shaky note, her gaze too distant with worry to give a fuck about our knotted state.

I’m sorry, my friend. I promise to return it.

— Elodie, xoxo

THE END