12. Camazotz

12

Camazotz

W ithout a single objection, she dropped to her knees, worshiping me as she watched from under long, black lashes. As much as I enjoyed pushing her, antagonizing her, she was truly the vision of a queen. Obsidian dark hair cascading loosely down to her waist, full lips glistening with her saliva as she wet them with her tongue before parting them.

Without another moment, and with a confidence that hardened my cocks twice over, she wrapped her hand around the bottom one. Electricity coursed through my body, a jolt of pleasure striking at the base of my spine, forcing a singular hiss through my teeth.

Her hand was hot, scorching to the touch, her grip firm. She wasn't just a queen but a goddess in that moment, powerful in the chaos that vibrated from within. "Open that pretty mouth," I commanded. "I want to see you choke on it."

Her eyes went wide, something like arousal and fear mixed all in one. If I was starving before, now, I was ravaged from it. My cocks in her hold would have to satiate me for the time being. She exhaled nervously, gripping it so tightly in her small fist, my knees buckled. Dropping my head back in anticipation, I closed my eyes until the feel of her warm mouth enveloped me, her tongue wrapping around the length of my shaft.

She took as much as she could, sucking me deep into her throat and pulling back to give attention to the tip. Her tongue flicked repeatedly as she savored the swollen glands. She bobbed her head down, sinking further than before to take all of me. She continued, wet slurping sounds filling the room as her plump mouth stretched with me, both fists working me with fervor below.

She was magnificent.

Something I could have never conjured. Something like a dream. Surrendering to the unrelenting pleasure she dealt, I released her name from my mouth. "Florencia..."

Even her name sounded like a promise, one that swore all of this was a mistake, that the fates were wrong. How could she be my brother's when she took me so well? I would see to it that she'd spend the rest of her life on her knees for me, or her back, wherever I could devour her.

I gazed down at the sight before me, tears running down her cheeks as she choked me down with a gag. My core tightened, my hand gripping at her scalp as I pushed her further than she could take. Her eyes darted up to me, something like panic in them while I held her in place.

"Relax your throat, Haxia," I ordered, keeping her there until both her hands relaxed on my lower cock, and eventually, her throat did as well.

Her eyes returned to normal, the frantic wildness in them dulling as I pulled her head back, giving her the room to take a deep burst of oxygen into her lungs with a noisy gasp. "I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth now, so don't forget to breathe, my fragile little mortal."

She nodded, parting her lips once more, wincing just slightly as I tugged her hair to move her the way I desired. Flashing those dark eyes up at me, like this time she wouldn't be looking anywhere else but my ruined face, she squeezed the head of the lower appendage, giving me a sign that she was ready. Wrapping her lips around my cock yet again, I groaned, marveling as the heat of her mouth suffocated me.

And then, I used her.

Digging my fingers into the back of her head, I moved her with bound determination, sliding her mouth back and forth at a pace I found satisfactory. She was gagging, slurping, her hands squeezing, forgetting to move and yet doing more than I could have ever done for myself. Dark orbs never let go of mine as she stared so deep into my eyes, I was certain she could see the true form of my soul.

Dragging her lips from my cock until it fell free from her mouth, a string of drool still connected the two together as I dried the wetness falling on her cheeks. "Don't waste your precious tears on a monster like me, your highness."

She frowned, maybe in confusion, but anger definitely radiated from her emotions. I still held the back of her head in my hand, keeping her right where I wanted. "Though I very much like you this way." I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Tell me that you want to stay, to be my plaything too."

Her hands now at my thighs, her nails cutting into my legs, forced me to chuckle. My little Haxia wanted to show her talons, but it wasn't me she'd need to use them on. "You can pretend all you want, but this is the truth of what I do to you." I yanked her up by her hair, a soft cry falling from her lips as she came up to a stand and a shocked gasp coming from her chest as I speared two fingers inside her again. She gripped at my arm, nails first again, but she released once I found that ridged spot inside her, the one that made her purr for me anytime I stroked it. She melted in my hold, but I pulled my fingers free, bringing them to her face to show her the sticky mess I was responsible for. "Your cunt drips for me , Dreamer. When I fuck you with both my cocks, you'll be begging me to never let you go home, let alone to him ."

She didn't respond, paralyzed, the only noise coming from her breathing. With my other hand, I grabbed at her jaw, squeezing until she parted her lips for me. I moved my digits between her teeth, her mouth closing just as quickly around my fingers and sucking her arousal clean from them.

A whimper slipped free, so soft, so small, only I could hear.

There was no need for pretense. "Remove your dress."

She followed directions without delay, working her fingers at the base of her spine as she undid the lacing. She moved one strap off her shoulder and then the next, the top of her dress falling gracefully, leaving her breasts exposed. Her brown nipples stood at attention, impossible to miss as they complimented her perfect golden flesh.

Her focus was on me again, those siren-shaped eyes lust-filled and driving me mad under her spell. Florencia was out to prove something. That was her motive here, the reason she'd let a monster like me defile the good inside her for something as trivial as carnal pleasure. Her time here was weakening the resolve of her humanity, the strength of her mind, and in turn, she felt she was losing the last bit of her control.

With me, she could surrender the last bit of it, she could give her control to me and trust I would shatter her only in the ways that counted.

For the gods, she would.

I groaned under my breath, watching her breasts bounce with the delicious movement of her body as she lowered back to her knees, working both my cocks with no direction. She had no need for it.

Her mouth was a blessing, her scent inebriating. She would be mine.

She was mine.

For now.

With my hands gripping whatever of her I could hold, I gave in, unleashing my climax, sending my cum so far down the back of her throat, she had no option but to swallow, my second cock painting those pretty tits of hers.

With a shaky hand, she released her grip on me and wiped the corners of her mouth with two fingers. Her breath was labored, her chest heaving up and down, her eyes still unblinking as they searched for something in me. There was no going back now.

I wouldn't be giving her back.

Florencia Morales belonged to the nightmares, even if it meant the end of everything.

Still in a lust-driven haze, her eyes glossed over as I gripped her arm, pulling her up and dragging her behind me. Barely giving her time to slide down her dress and feign decency for the monsters who roamed these halls, we moved swiftly through the castle. Florencia stayed just a step behind me, fever running through my veins as my hunger for her came to a boil.

The game was over.

Every moment of my existence had been purposed to fuel my brother's misery. Stealing her had just become another means to an end—until I looked down at the image of her with a mouth full of my cock, no shred of fear in her heart.

That woman was made for me.

And I'd tarnish every dream to make it my reality.

I salivated at the thought of my brother's rage, how it would devour him whole. He'd been put off by my abduction, but he was unaware I had any real desire for the Haxia. Had he a morsel of a clue, he'd be clawing his way through the forest to steal her from my tower.

He was waiting me out, hoping I'd bore of her like all my other toys and relinquish her to him for the greater good. Had she been any other witch, it may have worked. So instead, I had to make it so she would reject him .

There was only one way to guarantee Florencia would belong to me.

With the truth.