Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 485. Let Me Be Your Ruin (EchoesOfVelandria)
Henry’s POV
—splitting me wide open.
He was inside me.
Holding back the urge to scream from ecstasy, I tried to calm my thoughts. He is hard for me, and he is inside me!
My head spun at this dreamlike situation I had gone over so often in my mind while planning, plotting how to overcome the last hurdle to our union.
It was happening now, and if I wasn’t feeling him completely erect inside me, I wouldn’t believe it for a second.
"Can...can I move?" Pain on my back, the familiar teeth biting my flesh, making me wish for a mark to be left behind, matching the many on my front.
"Can I?" His despair was arousingly palpable.
"Do it!" I felt as if floating, the fear falling off of me, leaving behind disorientation and fulfillment.
The scene in the prison cell flashed before my eyes when he was so full of anger, hating, and threatening me, but he wouldn’t go hard on me no matter how much he wanted to hurt me.
And that was not only because he was a god too sacred to commit such a heinous act but also because he had a man under him.
Now that man had turned into a lover, the impossible was happening.
The contrast to back then, dispelling all my fears for tonight, was so strong it left me with whiplash.
He did it; he really did it.
We did it.
We are doing it NOW.
For the life of me, I want to look at him, but behind this position was much thought.
Dispelling his nervousness and maybe mine, not facing him meant he didn’t need to give a fuck about how he looked while doing it, and it wouldn’t give him a view of my groin to remind him of me being a man.
Although my back was also far from feminine, I was hell-bent on working with the cards I had been given.
He had made such progress until now; I wouldn’t allow this night to be interrupted by any possibilities.
As for facing each other... that could come later. I would slowly be by his side while making baby steps along the way.
I gripped the sheet beneath me.
Relax.
Relax your body.
He moved, the sweetest moans coming from behind me, obscuring my thoughts.
Whispered curses, a rough breathing that seemed to be robbed from him when he slid deeply into me again.
I could feel the force spreading my insides, pressing against them, but the most obvious sensation that I perceived with every fiber of my body was that he was rock-hard inside me.
That fact didn’t stop for a second to give me pleasure, and neither did the auditory prompts.
I loved the way he moved; I loved the way his hand stroked over my back, where I could still feel the spot he had bitten.
I wanted more of them, and I wanted more of him.
He picked up speed, making my hole ache, my insides perceptible, and the situation much more real.
I couldn’t form thoughts amid the constant moaning—the pain he had so thickly emitted during my ’dream’ had now turned into bliss.
AND THAT WAS BECAUSE OF ME!
MY BODY WAS PROVIDING HIM WITH PLEASURE.
It’s remarkable how I crave the need he feels for me.
I love his voice so much; I love the sounds his movements brought with them and savor every second of it.
The way his actions became urgent, the way I could feel my insides twitch as they responded to his pumping, to his cock quivering inside me.
I had finally reached the satisfaction I craved—HIS SATISFACTION within me.
I had proven to myself and to him that we could do it, that we HAD to be together, and that I was able to give him everything and more than a woman could.
When he crashed against my back, his dick eagerly spilling its seed, I felt so comforted and content but also left with an insatiable hunger for more.
Then he turned me around.
"Once more."
I nearly laughed out loud, finally seeing his sweaty face, a dazed expression riddled with lust.
In the same awe I was high on, he was obediently stretching his patience to wait for me to give him the go.
"Do it."
My heart somersaulted when he pulled me to himself; I watched him lick his lips in the most gorgeous way, the bright red finally directed at me—only me.
And he continued to lock eyes with me as he entered again; this time, the thrill was much stronger, spreading from his cock down there all the way up through my stomach and heart, as I could watch every little reaction of his.
The half-wet hair clinging to his face and neck; the slight movements of his face as he bit his lips; or how his chest rose and fell sharply.
The rocking of both our bodies as he pushed in, pulled back, and pushed in.
So enchanting, the favor of a god really can’t be compared... At the same time, so human, so eagerly losing himself in lust...
Stunning.
I pulled him in for a kiss, feeling him inside two of my holes at once, crazily accelerating the process of melting together.
When I pulled back, his speed took up another notch with a multiplied want.
His hand gripped my cock, and I moaned sharply; the sensation from inside me, together with outside stimulation, was enough to make me lose my sense of self.
And he reveled in it, watching closely, matching the speed of plunging and jerking.
I shuddered violently, feeling him react inside me in response. Coming all over himself, he followed suit.
His chest met mine, the fluids between us sticking us together, my arms finding him instantly as I held onto him.
Twice. He came in me twice, and the realization made me content, frantic, fulfilled, and craving more.
For the completion of the ritual between god and dog, for taking what I had pursued so patiently.
I waited until I couldn’t anymore, flipped us around, and stared at him under me, a picture so perfectly contradicting the one with him in his element before—him in control.
But that didn’t change his appeal at all, no matter how tired he was, how much his legs trembled, or how much he gasped for breath.
As if under a spell, I leaned to the side for the lube, looking at him.
"A deal is a deal?"
"Do it." The words I had spoken had now become his, sending me into a stupor, my mouth moving with promises and precautions I wasn’t able to hear.
I squeezed as much lube on my cock as possible, feeling his seed spilling out from behind, running down between my thighs.
Enveloped in fluid—my own on my upper body, his between my legs, and the lube on my front—I spread his legs.
I entered cautiously but surely.
The immoral act of defiling a god.
I love you.
To tear the desired prey at last.
I love you.
Rebellion against one’s master.
I love you.
The bliss of becoming one with their love.
I love you.
"Breathe." I groaned the command when fully inside him, his flesh coiling around me, taking on my shape.
I could feel veins on my neck pop, suppressing the instinct to move just yet while trying to focus my attention on Kenny.
His lips twitched, hearing me repeat,
"Breathe."
He let go of the air he was holding, the body under me relaxing slightly but still holding me in a fatal hold.
Thrilled by seeing him being erect again, albeit his muscles twitching with the strain of taking me in, I forced myself to hold still, waiting for him as he had waited for me.
He nodded shortly, allowing me to move back as slowly as possible.
Suppressing the necessity to plunge right into him, I watched him closely, seeing him hold his breath yet again.
I leaned down, whispering and moaning at once.
"Breathe with me, my love~"
He chuckled softly, letting go of his breath, and seeing that, I continued to move.
His body started relaxing again, while I controlled mine so as not to hurt him.
Watching him, reminding him, trying to implement what I had read, gripping his legs, gripping his cock, and jerking him off as he had done it with me, all the while feeling each of my cells scream with pleasure—I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
The satisfaction of being inside him, of this finally happening, would be enough to leave me ecstatic, but combined with the physical pleasure—it was so intense it was torture.
"You will always be my god..." I whispered while watching the body under mine tremble.
"While I am and—" I pushed deeper, feeling the tip of my cock meet the end of the sweet tunnel.
"...will always be..." Placing his legs on my shoulders, not looking away for a moment from the bright red that was piercing into my soul with tender violence.
"Your ruin." My lips moved involuntarily, a confession about the obvious.
Enemy, creditor, master, friend, god—yet loved by a creature that couldn’t be more flawed.
And now, ruined and defiled by me. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
—A god turned into a human who would, continually and eternally, bear my mark.
