Mighty Sword🌶️

DEVOREX

Smoke fills my lungs, and I exhale it through my nose.

The feeling is like a tickle of comfort.

Flame has passed through my mouth and nose before.

~Dragon’s fire. ~

Hot enough to melt a man into dust.

Leaning against the hotel’s outside railing, I take in the stiff night air.

A gaze at the dazzling cityscape almost calms my racing heart.

~Requiem City, you’ll belong to me one day.~

But right now, I’ve got other property to claim

~Hazel. ~

My fluttering little butterfly.

I’ve been in high-stake circumstances my entire life. Adrenaline runs through me like a racehorse.

And I’m no stranger to fire.

But the flame this woman has burning in me is like no other.

I suck down another puff of my cigarette, exhale the smoke into the starry sky, and stomp out the butt.

Hazel will still be there. I know how this bond works. I saw how badly she wanted me.

And if Hazel isn’t naked in my hotel bed with her pretty legs spread open, then she isn’t the second coming of Freesia’s twin, after all.

~And she’s not my damn mate. ~

Then, she’s nothing.

But I need to know for sure.

I walk back inside the hotel room with bated breath and blood rushing between my legs.

She’ll be mine, and I’ll show her everything I’ve got.

~If she’s still here.~

I chuckle to myself, “Of course she will,” as I turn the corner of the hotel room and make toward the bed.

I can almost taste Hazel’s blood. I can nearly feel myself inside her. She’ll be right there, in my bed.

Except she isn’t.

“You motherfucker!” she shouts manically.

Then, the swing of a sword.

~My fucking sword. ~

I’m too fast for her.

I pirouette to the side, and her sword slashes a massive hole through the wall. Plaster crumbles and she cuts through to a pipe.

It bursts and sprays water all over us.

~How the fuck is she that strong?~

A smirk curls its way to my lips.

Water from the pipe dampens Hazel’s white blouse, making it stick to her chest. I can see the lace of her bra and her hard, piercing nipples.

“You killed him!” Hazel screams, pointing to the luggage she’s clearly rifled through. “You murdered Nick, you lying piece of shit!”

Another swing, but I turn my shoulder and step out of the way. The sword lodges in the wall, and I grab her from behind.

I brush my lips against the side of her neck, so close to her blood I can smell it in her veins.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me, Hazel.”

HAZEL

~This psycho motherfucker! ~

I pull and yank at the sword, but it’s completely stuck in the wall. A second ago, I felt like the strongest woman in the world, swinging that heavy blade like it was nothing.

Now, it’s like the power is draining from me…inside Rex’s grasp…

~His wet skin against mine… ~

“I can feel your heartbeat going wild, butterfly,” Rex whispers in my ear, biting down on it gently.

I whimper and my knees buckle.

“You killed…” I start to say, but I pull Rex’s hand over my waist. It’s large and strong, and I’ve never felt safer than when he put it around me.

~Hello! Earth to Hazel! This crazy stalker killed Nick!~

So then, why can’t I rip myself away from him?

I lace a hand around Rex’s muscular neck, feeling his hair entangle between my fingers.

“The truth,” I mumble, as if I’m drunk with desire, “give it to me.”

Rex pushes himself closer to my ass. He’s so hard that I think he’ll explode.

“Oh, I’ll give it to you, alright.”

A gasp escapes my lips, and I’m so wet I think it shows through my jeans.

“You’re mine, not Nick’s,” Rex says, closing his hands around my hips.

Pulling my jeans down far enough so he can see my white thong.

Through the insatiable desire is a flutter of anger.

“So you just killed him to get to me?”

Plain as could be, in his gravelly voice, Rex replies, “~Yes~.”

Somehow, I feel like a burden’s been lifted. Like everything is right in the world, here in Rex’s arms, his hands about to tear my clothes off.

~How can that be? Am I fucking crazy? ~

Softer this time, softer than he’s ever spoken before, Rex says, “Nick was a slayer. Kills dragons for sport. He was conning you, Hazel. Wanted access to your powers.”

I push Rex away.

“Powers?”

Rex’s smirk makes the anger in my stomach boil over.

“Hazel,” he says, his crimson eyes locked on mine, “you’re the Sword Dancer. The most powerful combat mage there is.”

“Again with the roleplay bullshit,” I scoff, peeking over at the trunk of very real, very medieval-looking weaponry.

I glance at the impossibly large slash I’ve put in the wall. Water continues to spray us both from the broken pipe.

~I have…powers? ~

“So,” I say, shaking my head, “you were protecting me?”

Rex moves so quickly that I don’t even see him. But he’s right in front of me, the bulge in his pants begging to be released.

“I keep what’s mine close to me,” he smiles.

I bite down on my lip, unable to control myself. Dragons. Blood mages. Swords and axes and armor.

This is insane.

~So why does it feel so right? ~

The words blurt out of my mouth like they’re not even my own.

“We’re mated,” I say.

Rex takes a step closer, closing any gap between us.

I lunge my lips to his, and he kisses me once before throwing me onto the bed. He picks up a knife. It gleams under the hotel overhead light.

The sight of it thrills me.

With expert precision, Rex cuts the waist of my jeans on one side, then rips them off with one big movement.

~Okay, so that’s how you want to play. ~

I grab him by the shoulders and pull him down beside me. He smiles ear to ear as I unbuckle his jeans and pull them off his muscular legs.

He’s in only a pair of tight black boxer briefs. A wet spot of pre-cum forms through the cotton on the tip of his massive dick.

I grab the knife. I could end the life of my husband’s killer right now.

~Or I could have the best sex of my fucking life. ~

I cut his underwear off and plant myself on his giant cock.

He grunts with pleasure and thrusts inside me so hard the bed squeaks and shakes.

It’s like my pussy was made for his dick. Just when I think he can’t go any farther, he does.

Rex grabs my thighs, and with me on top of him, thrusts powerfully, lifting me up on his long shaft with each gyration.

I fuck him like every second of my life has led to this.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Rex grunts, slapping my ass raw and making me yelp with pleasure.

He flips me onto my back and I get a look at his enormous cock covered in my juices.

I play with my clit while I admire it, and he sticks it back inside my entrance, this time slowly, so I can feel every incredible inch.

Rex slides his shaft all the way out, and then all the way back in with each of his movements. My eyes roll back into my head.

I’ve never felt this good before.

Instinctively, I crane my neck to the side while he’s fucking me.

“Take my blood,” I whimper.

~What did I just say?~

Rex said his subs let him drink his blood right from their neck. No knife required.

Rex doesn’t wait a second. He sinks his fangs into my neck. I thought it would hurt, but it feels like an orgasm ringing through my body before I even cum.

It’s quick and painless.

Rex licks my blood off his teeth and fucks me even harder. I have to hold on to the side of the bed just to take it.

“Rex,” I scream, ecstasy overtaking me, “I’m going to cum!”

Somehow, Rex thrusts even faster. I can feel him so far in me it’s like he’s in my stomach.

My heart racing, I clutch his giant arms and fall completely into the most extraordinary orgasm.

From head to toe, it’s mind-boggling pleasure.

Rex pumps cum into my pussy, gritting his teeth and smiling as he fills me up.

For a second, we stay like that, connected and assessing one another.

It’s almost like…

~We’ve found our equal.~

I don’t know what I expected Rex to do.

Fucking cuddle?

He’s not the type.

But I didn’t expect him to get out of bed and change into a pair of black fighting trunks.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

Rex motions to the bedside clock.

“Fight night,” he says with a flare of his brow. He makes for the door.

~Seriously!~

“Wait!” I say, chasing after him.

But Rex is already gone, leaving me in a sticky bed of his seed.

I should be angry.

I should be mortified that my husband’s severed head is right beside me in a trunk.

And yet, I feel like I'm finally home.

Home, in Requiem City.