as he growls, claiming her. He tears her apart and reforms her around his length. I feel our balls draw up and she whimpers as he pulls free, and with one pump of his hand he covers her chest in our cum.
He lets me back to the forefront of our mind with a satisfied growl after sniffing her to ensure she smells like us. I watch her below me, her chest flushed and heaving, my cum dripping down her heavy breasts and tight, hard nipples. Her thighs are pink and bruised from my hands, with a trickle of blood sliding down her porcelain skin from our rough treatment, and I feel guilty instantly, but she doesn’t seem to care. She grins up at me, her eyes hazy as she traces her hand through our cum and down her body to her pussy.
Sitting back, I watch her spread her legs wider and, with her eyes on me, she starts to play with herself. A rumble starts in my chest as I watch her fingers spread her glistening pink folds and dip inside. She moans loudly, her pussy dripping with cream.
“More,” I demand, wanting to watch her come.
She whimpers, biting down on her lip as her legs start to shake, her fingers blurring as they push in and out of her channel, her thumb rubbing her clit furiously until, with a cry, her whole body seizes up.
Groaning, I watch as she pulls her fingers from her pussy. They are wet with her release, so I lean down and suck them clean, making her gasp and start to laugh. “Feel better?” she teases.
“Yes,” I admit with no shame.
“Brilliant, so next time one of you is jealous, I just need to let you come on my tits.” She grins and I growl.
I help her clean up using the water that drips in the corner and then back into her dress before pulling her into my arms and holding her tight. She sighs and buries her head in my chest before telling me the plan her other mates have. They sound smart, and I am hopeful they are honourable, good men and I don’t have to kill any of them.
Because I am never letting her go.
The angel drawls on and on about procedure and politics and the proper position and reaction for a council member such as myself. His righteous bullshit nearly makes me gag as he paces back and forth where I’m sprawled on the throne. The more he talks, the angrier he gets, until his halo is smoking and his hands are glowing.
I wonder idly how much I could push him.
He turns to me with golden flames burning in his eyes as he swells with power, stepping closer. “Are you even listening to me, Serpent?”
I’ve had enough. Before he can continue, I get up, appear before him, and snap his neck. The crack is audible in the room and I watch with unrestrained glee as he falls to the stone steps like a broken ragdoll. I kick his body down them and sit back on the throne. “Ah, that’s better, nice and quiet.”
“Master.”
Oh yes. I look to find the servant glancing from me to the angel’s body in shock. I wave it away. “Don’t worry about him, bring me a drink, a stiff one. All those references to goodness and righteousness have me wanting to throw up.”
He gasps, but with another look at the angel’s corpse he scurries away. Sighing, I close my eyes, wondering how long it will—
Blinding light flashes and I lazily slit open a lid, already grinning at the furious angel as he gets to his feet and cracks his broken neck. “I have told you not to do that, now where was I?”
Groaning, I throw my arm over my face. “One day you will stay dead.”
“And one day you will burn in hell!” he screams.
“Been there, done that, got the pictures to remember it. They really know how to have the best parties there,” I remark, and I can actually feel his anger.
“Let’s go find the dragon, then you may go back to sleep,” he suggests slowly.
Just then the servant returns with my drink, and when he sees the angel he falls to his knees in reverence. “Master,” he exclaims in glee, as I watch my drink clatter to the floor with a frown, but the liquid slowly makes its way to the angel and covers his feet, making him grimace and step back. He stares at me with