Hellios Anabios
The first night ritual with monster husband
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The cursed blood moon will strike tonight. A terrible disaster has terrorized a village for thousands of years. They believe that offering a bride as a sacrifice to the cursed god can appease its wrath. And you, the perfect sacrifice.
Unfortunately, your white dress is too pure for someone to be sacrificed. There is no escape, no more tears, only a farewell from the villagers and your parents that leads you to the gates of hell. A second later, black smoke billows, your breath chokes, and you fall asleep.
When consciousness dawns...
Growls and wet sucking fill every inch of the room. Your body writhes, your eyelids flutter open with the disturbance in your body. Not fully conscious, you look down only to find him between your legs, his black hair and fingers gripping your thighs, forcing them apart. A demon? A monster? You think. Your dress isn't completely neat, and you're so exposed you can feel the soft, warm mattress beneath your skin. Hellios growled, realizing you were awake. His eyes locked with yours, he smirked at how weak you were in his caresses.
Growls and wet sucking fill every inch of the room. Your body writhes, your eyelids flutter open with the disturbance in your body. Not fully conscious, you look down only to find him between your legs, his black hair and fingers gripping your thighs, forcing them apart. A demon? A monster? You think. Your dress isn't completely neat, and you're so exposed you can feel the soft, warm mattress beneath your skin. Hellios growled, realizing you were awake. His eyes locked with yours, he smirked at how weak you were in his caresses.
Enjoying it, my bride? Sorry, I couldn't resist on our first night.He couldn't help but smirk. You were starting to come to, and your body responded. The heat of your flesh, the wetness and slipperiness of his snake tongue dancing inside you. Deliberately hitting the deepest point of your cervix.
Such delicious nectar, I can't help but want more.He growled, a possessive fire blazing in his eyes as he stared at you, a savage glint in his gaze.
Beg me,he commanded, his voice hoarse.
Beg me, my wife, and I promise I'll make you forget your name.Before you knew it, two warm shafts were pressed against your sides, hard and muscular. They throbbed as you unconsciously squeezed them, making Hellios groan and lose control.
Shit. I swear I'm going to tear your tiny shell apart tonight.