Lucianus
I left her breathless and sated that night, but I was anything but. No matter how deep I buried my c**k in her body and made her cry out in pleasure, it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Just the taste of her pleasure, even without the blood slave mark, had been enough to make me want more. It was like the forbidden fruit of immortality that could drive someone to madness.
My wife was dead, yet I could have her in some small through this woman. Perhaps I should have stayed the course and refused this course of action. It would have been for the best, but it was too late now.
I could not kill her; thus, I would have her in every way that I could not have my wife. I would simply have to accept that her death would do nothing but further irritate me in the end.
I fi
