hair before he yanked it back. Ryder brought my back against his stomach as he stopped his fingers from stretching my ass.
He groaned as my body clenched tightly, sucking against him to pull him in deeper than he already was. Sweat dripped from my breasts, trailing down my stomach as he turned my head, whispering into my ear.
“Tell me who owns this tight, greedy pussy that beckons me deeper within so wantonly?”
“You do, Ryder,” I whimpered huskily past dried lips.
“Mean it,” he ordered, slipping his cock from where my body had been milking his lengths. He allowed his magic to pick me up, and I flailed, trying to hold on to something. Anything to not fall to the floor over which I hovered.
I was dragged through the air as he sat in a chair, his magic lifting the bottle of ambrosia and refilling a single cup. He studied me carefully, his lips twisting into a sardonic smile.
“You!” I shrieked, exhaling as my bare feet touched the floor, only to have them yanked apart by magic, along with my arms. I was spread wide for his viewing pleasure, and before I could whisper another word, the gag was back. His magic filled me once again, stretching me as it entered all three holes at once, moving to the same tempo as before while he studied my reaction.
“You look so pretty, taking my magic, wife. I love the sounds you make when you’re filled with my magic. The wet sound of your pussy as it’s fucked hard, relentlessly clenching, begging to be stretched. The way you moan around the fullness of me inside that tight throat…Fuck, you make me so hard,” he growled, tipping his cup up to take a drink. “That ass, though, it aches when I fuck it, doesn’t it? You take it so well, riding the magic with such eagerness, ignoring the burn when I stretch that, too.” He stroked his cock before rubbing the pearl-colored bead of precum over his swollen tip.
Magic slammed me down on my knees at his feet, causing a groan of pain to expel from my throat, and then he gripped my hair, staring into my eyes. He held his cock against my lips, watching me as I opened my mouth wider, even though it was already filled with magic. He pushed past my lips into my mouth, withdrawing the magic and replacing it with his cock.
“Suck it, greedy girl,” he purred thickly, watching as I did what he instructed. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you have the whole thing in your pussy, and maybe, if you’re really good, I’ll let you come for me.”
I shook my head as he inspected me through a cold gaze. He snorted, leaning forward. “Oh, I wasn’t asking your permission. You wanted me like this, and now that I am, you don’t like the result? You want to change me, yet you don’t want to deal with the consequences. I drank your fucking drink fully aware of what it was. I gave you a chance to stop, to rethink what you were trying to do, and you didn’t take it.
“I’m already the God of Faery, which is half the reason your mother is dead. She knew I took the essence from the Temple of the First People. She knew and did nothing about it. You had no idea what you gave me, and that’s deadly, little girl. There are consequences from drinking too much or too little of a god’s essence once death has occurred. Did you consider that? No, because you’re putting your trust into those who don’t deserve it. Do you think your mother wasn’t aware of what I am?
“Do you think Danu would give her pretty daughter to someone who wasn’t her equal in every way? The thing is, sweet wife, you are not my equal because you refuse to become one with this world. You’re still hoping you can keep your humanity because it’s all you have left from the other world. You can willingly give it up, or I’ll fuck it out of you.”