Dyletri’s Lust

" I smini…" Her name is a prayer on my lips, a desperate plea. Tens of thousands of years walking this planet, and every single moment has dwindled down to this.

To her.

I've never begged anything before. Not the Fates, not the Illion—the only power in the universe greater than the gods. I'm the being the mortals used to pray to, yet here I am. A frightened, broken husk of a male that has no choice but to count on this human female's mercy.

For we cannot happen.

The fact I just jerked off and came all over her ass is sacrilegious.

Yet I can't deny that the sight of my cum, glowing in the moonlight, dripping down that round ass cheek is a fucking work of art.

She's a human too frail to handle my lust.

She's the human I swore to kill.

She isn't supposed to be the one I break my vow of celibacy for; I'm saving myself for another.

The very female she's supposed to die to resurrect.

"Ismini…stop me," I beg hoarsely, hearing the echo behind my voice as my powers continue to flood every inch of my desperate body. "Tell me to stop."

"No," the little wench has the nerve to say. "I don't want to."

My mind threatens to spin off its axis as I register her words.

I have this frail human pressed up against the wall.

I've ruined her life. She should be fighting me, begging me for space.

Instead, she's arching that delicious, perfect ass toward me—tempting the harbinger of her own demise.

She's not innocent.

She's a thief, stealing every ounce of my purpose. Every last scrap of my will. The determination I need to see her sacrifice through.

"What did you just say?" I growl near her ear, fighting the urge to devour every inch of her luscious skin. My sense of smell inundates me with the smell of her dripping pussy, calling my name.

The same pussy that was gushing all over my fingers just seconds ago, offering me everything I don't deserve from her.

I'm fucking trembling because of her; my powers of Lust have unleashed that hellish light that's coursing through my bulging veins, illuminating the night around us.

"I don't want you to stop," Ismini whimpers, unconsciously arching her ass toward me again.

Another growl, this one three times louder, is ripped from me.

Gods damn. I should wrap my glowing fist around that dark curtain of hair and force her to take every ounce of the need she's unleashed inside me.

If only it wouldn't kill her.

A careless flick on my part is all it would take to end this girl's life…weeks before I'm due to kill her to bring back another female from the dead.

The reminder should be enough to send me running away from her.

But, then, she turns her head and runs that perfect little nose up the side of my arm, searing a path toward the fist I have pressed against the stone wall. It's almost as if this delicious human is taking my scent into her own body, basking in it.

"Fuck," two voices gasp, both coming from me.

Because that's the thing about the gods. There's us…and then there's the nearly sentient powers inside us. Once those powers start to take over, they develop their own voice, one that speaks alongside ours.

Not unlike demonic possessions.

"I'm going to die anyway," Ismini reminds me.

Yes, because I'm the bastard that promised the Fates I'd kill her fourteen-thousand years before she was even born. I stole her chance to experience a normal, mortal life.

And for what?

To bring back the only female I've ever loved.

The female I've remained celibate for.

That is, until this hot little piece entered my life.

Her lips brush against my arm again, and a jolt of sheer hellfire razes through my body. "Shit. Ismini, your lips…"

"Show me what it's like," she whispers against my skin. "Just once. I want to know."

Those words, in her sweet, beautiful voice, are enough to destroy any male.

But then she has to go and slide that knife as deep as it can go.

"I don't want to die a virgin. Make me yours."

Fuck my life.

I lose consciousness.

I must, because I don't remember anything for a few seconds, but clearly my body continues moving of its own accord. When I come to, I've flipped Ismini around.

Mind-scrambling gray eyes are focused on me, her head tilted back in invitation. Without missing a beat, she licks her lips, and it's another invitation I'm too weak to fight.

Wrapping my hand around her thigh, I lift her as gently as I can. Her back slides along the stone wall as I maneuver her right where I want her and press against her.

The tiny sound that leaves her throat makes my still-hard cock ache. It's bad enough I'm an immortal–a species with a ridiculously short recovery time–but this female is making me feel things I haven't felt in eternity. I haven't hungered like this in so long.

Maybe never.

"You have no idea what you're asking of me," I warn her, because it's true. Not only does my strength put her life in danger—considering I must end her life to bring Dimithinia back from the dead, I'd be using Ismini.

Nothing more.

Or…I'd be letting her use me.

Gods damn, that thought shouldn't be so delicious to me.

I drop my head to her cheek, then skim my nose along her jaw, taking in her incredible scent. "Fuck. You smell so good…it's been killing me, girl."

Ismini digs her nails into my shoulders and writhes against me, trying to take what she needs from me. Her other leg tightens around my hips as she grinds her pussy along my dick.

I hiss in a breath at the sensation. "By the gods, yes . Writhe on that cock, baby." I let my tongue slither along her skin, lost to the urges razing through my body.

"Dyletri, pleas—"

I don't let her finish.

I know what she's going to plead for, and I'm officially too powerless to deny her anything.

I dematerialize us into my room; we reform with her in my arms, both legs around my waist, and her cunt pressed to my groin. Every muscle in my body continues to shake as I fight to maintain some level of restraint with her.

When all I want to do is slam her onto my bed, spread her legs wide, and make her ride my tongue until tears leak down her pretty face.

I lick a path up her neck, drowning in her scent, and make my way up toward her ear. Just as I'd suspected, she's sensitive here. She goes electric in my arms as I lick around the shell and snake my tongue inside.

Ismini retaliates, sinking her teeth into my neck.

I barely feel it, as she's incapable of actually causing me any damage, and yet the sensation is enough to make pre-cum leak out of the tip of my dick.

Moaning, she sucks on my skin, as if lost to the taste and desperate to break the flesh there.

I pull on her ear gently with my teeth, hoping I can find the strength not to lose it on her. Gripping her ass, I rock my hips into her.

"Dyletri," she mewls, so fucking close to my ear.

She's about to come again. I can hear it in her tone.

"No. Not yet." Refusing to let her, I flash before the bed and drop her on it. As I take in the sight of her splayed on the white covers, I reach for my shirt and rip it off in a single tug.

The way she takes in the sight of my naked chest is dangerous for her. The way her gaze caresses the tribal tattoo that covers my left shoulder and arm.

Ismini is riding the edge between pleasure and actually risking her life, and the craziest is part is how she doesn't seem to care.

On fire for her in a way that isn't good for her wellbeing nor mine, I crawl onto the bed and over her body, moving as slow as I can muster. There's a brutal, internal war happening inside me, one side demanding that I do the decent thing—not take my intended victim's virginity—and the other hellbent on tasting the body she continues to offer me without shame.

I can smell the blood rushing like molten lava through her veins, and for some reason I don't understand, the scent makes my mouth water as much as the smell of her wet pussy.

"Come here," I tell her, reaching for the waistband of her jeans and tugging her under me.

Like the delicious, perfect thing she is, she spreads her legs and wraps them around my waist.

I cannot begin to count how many beings I fucked in ancient times, before I turned my back on my powers of Lust and took that vow of celibacy, yet somehow I know this small human will obliterate them all from my memory.

Including the one female I'm supposed to love.

Ismini's so fucking deep inside me already, and I can't fathom how she's doing it. Cupping her face, I stare into her gray eyes. I'm going to sacrifice her in a few weeks to bring back someone else, and in this moment, I need her to know the truth. I need her to understand that I'll never forget her, no matter how many thousands of years of life I have left.

Ismini will haunt me until the end of time itself.

The punishment I deserve for what I'm about to do to her.

"You're so beautiful, girl. Just looking at you drives me wild." In fact, she shreds me from within, yet I'm struggling to put that into words.

Ismini arches under me—another mouthwatering invitation.

There's only so many of them I'll be able to resist.

I run my thumb along her mouth.

She parts her lips and sucks me inside, igniting another shock of pleasure that releases a small current of energy into her mouth.

Instead of hurting her, she seems to blossom under me at the sensation, and this unexperienced girl wastes no time sucking my thumb like it's my cock she's loving on.

Fuck, I'm too close already, my body desperate for another orgasm.

I need to find a way to be delicate with her, and I have no fucking clue how I'm going to do that. "You think I don't know what you really want to suck on?" I bare my teeth at her, letting her see my elongated incisors.

No one has ever caused this reaction but her, and I have no idea why.

Jerking my thumb out of her mouth, I lean into her fully, aiming for her mouth.

She freezes under me, her body going from languid to tense in a second flat.

Somehow, I follow her lead, maintaining an inch of distance between her lips and mine.

Cheeks going pink, she stares up at me with large, pleading eyes, and I'm convinced I've never seen anything sweeter. I want her to stare up at me with that expression as I'm fucking the back of her throat.

"I—I've never…I don't know how," she whispers miserably, as if it's the worst thing she could ever confess to me.

Impossible wishes are birthed in the aftermath of that confession, wishes I can't focus on.

There's no going back on my promise to the Fates. She must be sacrificed in exchange for Dimithinia's rebirth. Wishing that I had met one female before the other, that I could go back in time and change things, is pointless.

And absolutely reckless considering what's at stake.

Yet, there's no denying that my emotions are engaged at this moment. That I'm fast losing control and can no longer hide how affected I am. Tilting my head, I place a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I know." I continue peppering her face with kisses as I draw closer to her mouth. The truth spills out of me in a powerful wave, one that's sure to doom us both. "I'm dying to be the first one to show you…dying to be the first one to eat your pussy. The first male to fuck you." I work my hips against her as gently as I can with each word.

My name leaves her on a rough exhale. " Dyletri ."

I drop my lips to hers, and the pained groan that leaves me echoes between us. She must forget her inexperience, because she takes my lower lip into her mouth, sucking on it with the same urgency she'd sucked on my thumb with.

My fangs elongate even more and I can hear my own growl above the roar of my heart. Tightening my hold on her jaw, I force her to take my tongue into her mouth.

I haven't kissed, tasted, or fucked another being in almost fourteen-thousand years, yet I know that's not why I'm suddenly lost to this kiss.

It's her.

All her.

In a matter of weeks, she will no longer exist thanks to me, and all I want in this twisted universe is to consume every bit of her.

Take a part of her into myself where it'll somehow live on forever alongside me.

I'm condemning myself to utter madness, yet if that's the only way I can keep a part of her alive, so be it.

Beyond the noises we're making, and the sound of my own blood roaring in my veins, I can hear her heart racing in her chest, sending fresh waves of blood rushing throughout her body.

Why the fuck is that so sexy to me right now?

Why can't I think past the sound?

Why am I having visions of my newly elongated fangs sinking deep into her pliant flesh?

She's writhing under me, begging me to fuck her, oblivious to the fact that her body is quickly becoming a god's religion.

I want to worship every inch of that body as if it's my first act of devotion—a form of desperate prayer in the hopes that I'll be forgiven.

But all the venerating in the universe won't change the fact that I'm going to kill her.

Nor the reason why.

All we have is this moment, and I'm enough of a desperate bastard to gorge on everything she has to give.

On instinct, I sink one fang into her plump bottom lip, almost breaking the skin.

It's such an unprecedented act in my long-lived life that it gives me pause. I pull away from those dangerous lips.

" Dyletri ," she groans in protest.

I laugh darkly at how gorgeously impatient she is for me.

"I swear to fucking God—"

Wrapping my hand around the front of her white tank top, I cut off the impertinent brat, reminding her of one irrefutable fact: "I am your fucking God! You're not coming until I let you, got it?"

Her reaction to those words is unmistakable. I'm inundated with another wave of her need, one that leaves my cock twitching and pre-cum leaking for her all over my jeans.

I dematerialize her jeans and boots, leaving her pink, lacey underwear bared to my gaze.

And the mouth-watering wet spot between her thighs.

I press my fists into the mattress on either side of her head, as I frantically remind myself not to take her body with every bit of insane need inside me.

I'm about to break so many boundaries by taking Ismini.

About to betray the one female I remained celibate and faithful to for millennia after her death.

I'm about to own parts of Ismini that I don't have the right to take.

Then I'll have no choice but to feed her into an energy vortex, and watch it tear her apart.

All these thoughts rush through my head as common sense tries to regain control.

But it's not happening. I know it as much as she does. She's staring up at me with hazy, yet determined eyes.

Ismini knows all the reasons why we shouldn't happen.

Why we can't .

She knows my heart is supposed to belong to someone else.

She hasn't forgotten I'm trapped in a pledge to kill her.

None of that matters to her. She wants me as much as I want her—we're both willing to face the fucked-up consequences of what we're about to do.

I'm going to own her.

Devour her.

From now until the day I'm forced to end her, I'm going to give her everything I can.

I'm going to condemn myself to a never-ending eternity of regretting her—tasting her, having her, losing her—and there's nothing either one of us can do to stop it.

We're not even willing to try.

When the sun rises in the morning, I'll have found a way to control my strength, be gentle, and will have taken her virginity. She'll be the first being I give myself to in fourteen-thousand years.

The day I watch her die, she'll be taking that part of me with her, as well.

Fuck it.

She can take everything I have. She can break me with her absence when the time comes. Neither one of us is leaving this room until I've tasted and fucked every part of her.

I'm breaking every one of my promises for her tonight.