06

The prince of lust captured my lower lip in his and sucked very lightly, and, even with my eyes closed, I knew that the power in my necklace sparkled for a thousandth of a second, before it went out again.

I opened my mouth to him and received him, corresponding to the kiss that at first had no softness, no affection, no calm, maybe he was feeling that primitive instinct to obtain any source of carnal heat, even if he had not been influenced by the magic of his eternal punishment. Maybe I was the personification of sin in your life, just as it was mine.

The prince of lust quickly managed to release the top of my combat suit, exposing my seiös to the humid and cold air of the cave. One of his hands went up to one of my seiös, and his fingers played provocatively with the nipple that became stiff from the spot, while the other hand went up to my hair, pulling them lightly so that I would slightly tilt my head back.

His lips took mine more deeply when I tilted my head, and I didn't even notice when he pulled my pants away from my body, much less did I realize when he was entirely naked.

The kiss was interrupted just so that he would put me on his lap, and I held it on his shoulders as he fit me around his stiffness. Having that contact inside me was a particular spectacle. Truth be told, seeing Vraxlon naked was always a spectacle, but there was something from the moment when he was not using the magic that made him even more unbearably beautiful and attractive.

If I knew how to do it, I could have prayed a full third just for sitting on it. And I would have murmured profane blasphemies at the very moment when a pleasurable pain took over my intimacy, as my body began to adapt to the presence of the huge warrior below me, and then, with a fluid and light movement, he was already inside me halfway.

I mentioned approaching for another kiss, however, Vraxlon took one of his fingers to my lips and stopped me, indicating with a head movement my necklace. I looked down and noticed the brightness. It was not the magenta tone that I knew came from my own power, while the prince-warrior was inside me, the power that flowed in my veins was of an impressive neon blue tone, identical to what I saw in his infernal city.

And it was by observing this glow that I began to move with back-and-the-s movements around it. The bluish glow sparkled and radiated against the walls of the cave, obscuring even the orange light of the lantern. The power released heat against my breasts, and the bluish light was reflected in Vraxlon's eyes when I stared at him again.

My image reflected in his dark eyes was that of a being made of bluish and immaculate light. In fact, I felt blessed to have him that way with me. No matter how profane it was to think that way. When I was a demon who was taking me as his. And I was his, body and soul. And nothing in the world would change that.

"You made me shine," I whispered, stopping moving. The brightness of my necklace decreased, but it didn't go away completely. "It made me shine like a star.

The warlord took one of the strands of my long, dark hair on his fingers and curled it gently. The sparkle in his eyes left me in ruins. He never seemed so human as at that moment, contemplating me as his favorite work of art.

"My queen and star negrå," he said, depositing a long kiss on my mouth.

I felt honored. Not only for feeling that strange magic taking hold of me, but for making me what he missed so much in his millennia in hell, that for which he worked so hard to use magic to copy what was done in the human world. A darkness full of stars. And I, in fact, saw stars when he took both hands to my hips and made me go up and down against his stiff membrō, pulling out a surprised and satisfied moan from the bottom of my soul.

I tried hard to keep my eyes open, because every time I moved around Vraxlon it was a pleasurable torture. And my world began to fill with that bluish color that increased with each thrust of his body against me, every time I descended and took him deeper from my intimacy, and with every ascent in which my body worked to accommodate him to mine. The sound of our moans coming together threatened to make me reach the limit too fast, but I didn't want to stop. I didn't want that to end, so I concentrated every energy in my body to endure longer, so as not to give in to the desire that devastated me and made me burn in flames.

The prince of lust seemed to have the same idea as me. Because even if I felt him pulsing against me, soaking himself with my excitement, he wouldn't give in. And his black eyes watched mine all the time, surrounded by that bluish glow that was exploding from me with all the shared energy of our bodies. I was more than a star. It was an entire galaxy. Vraxlon made me more than a mere celestial body, he made me a complete universe.

And a surprise took over me when I watched those black eyes filling with tears. Tears that were not expelled by her eyes, for her lack of ability to feel the pain and let her out. But they remained there, and I understood that that was our farewell. I understood that we would never be the same after leaving that place. That even if I was still alive, there would be something else that would prevent us from being together.