"...Please," she said, voice breaking beautifully. "I need you. I need all of you."
That's my girl.
That was all I needed.
I slid into her in one long, smooth stroke, groaning as her tight heat clenched around me. She let out a strangled cry, nails digging into the sheets as her head dropped. I started slow, letting her feel every inch, every push, every pull. Her moans filled the room, soft and messy and desperate.
Perfect. She's completely mine in this moment. And these new abilities... I can feel them activating.
The Divine Rod was unmistakable—I was harder than I'd ever been, thicker, more sensitive yet somehow more controlled. Every thrust felt magnified, more intense for both of us.
No wonder she's responding so intensely. This isn't just normal human capability anymore.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
She rocked back against me, meeting every thrust, her skin hot and slick beneath my hands. I leaned forward again, pressing her chest down into the mattress, changing the angle, going deeper. She gasped and cursed, hands clawing at the bed.
The angle hits that spot that makes her lose her mind. Good to know for future reference.
Then I pulled out, flipped her over, and slid right back in.
Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and I kissed her this time—deep and possessive and messy, our tongues moving like we were still trying to taste every part of each other.
This is what I wanted. Her face, her eyes, her expressions while I claim her.
I propped her leg over my shoulder, pushing in deeper now, hitting that spot that made her whimper into my mouth. Her eyes rolled back as her hands scraped down my back.
Her nails left marks. I didn't care. If anything, I liked the proof of how much this affected her.
Mark me all you want, Cassandra. I'll wear them like trophies.
I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head, my other hand gripping her thigh as I started thrusting harder, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing around the room. Her mouth dropped open, her moans sharp and needy, and I watched every reaction—how her body trembled, how her walls pulsed around me.
The Pleasure Amplification is working overtime. Every touch, every movement is hitting her like lightning. She's already twice as sensitive as she should be.
Her responses were beyond what should be physically possible—each thrust sending visible waves of pleasure through her entire body, her back arching impossibly high, her cries echoing with an intensity that bordered on desperate.
This is what supernatural SEX looks like. I'm not just fucking her anymore—I'm overwhelming every nerve ending she has.
"Touch yourself," I growled, letting go of her wrists.
She didn't hesitate—her fingers dropped between her thighs and worked fast, her eyes locked on mine, mouth open in ecstasy.
Even her self-pleasure is for my enjoyment now. The bond has changed everything about how she responds to me.
I could feel her getting close—body tensing, breathing hitching, that familiar flutter around my length.
So I pulled out.
She cried out in protest, desperation clear in her voice, but I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my lap, straddling me on the edge of the bed.
Denied orgasms make the eventual release so much more intense. Basic psychology applied to sex.
"Ride me," I commanded.
She did—gods, she did—hands on my shoulders, nails digging in, her breasts bouncing as she slammed down on me again and again, each movement more frantic than the last. Her head dropped back, hair cascading over her spine, her cries breaking the silence in stuttered waves.
This view is incredible. And my Endless Stamina is letting me enjoy every second without fatigue. I could keep this up for hours if I wanted to.
Even after all our previous activities, I felt completely energized—no muscle fatigue, no loss of hardness, just pure supernatural endurance that let me focus entirely on her pleasure without any physical limitations.
Normal human males would be exhausted by now. But I'm just getting started.
I leaned forward, took her nipple in my mouth again, sucking hard while my hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements, owning them.
"Marcus—" she gasped, voice cracking. "I'm—"
"Let go," I whispered against her skin. "Now. CUM for me!"
Permission granted. Time to watch her fall apart.
I thrusted upwards with measured might to not break her...
She shattered.
Her entire body seized as she cried out, mouth open, eyes shut, waves of pleasure rippling through her. I didn't stop—kept moving, drawing it out, making sure she felt every damn second of it.
Beautiful. This orgasm will last almost twice as long as normal. She's completely lost in the sensation.
The climax seemed to go on forever—her body convulsing in waves, each spasm more intense than the last, her voice breaking as she cried my name over and over.
This is what my dick can do. I'm not just giving her pleasure anymore—I'm rewriting her understanding of what pleasure can be.
Then I stood up, still inside her, and laid her back on the bed.
One more position. One more way to make her mine.
Her legs wrapped around my back again as I kissed her—soft this time, slow and deep. She was still trembling beneath me, her body slick and burning, but she kissed me like she still wanted more.
Even after that intense orgasm, she's not done. Her desires and drive are as insatiable as I am.
I slid in again.
This time, there was no teasing. Just deep, slow thrusts, her name whispered against her lips, our foreheads pressed together as we moved in perfect rhythm.
This is different. More intimate. More... connected.
She wasn't moaning anymore.
She was whispering my name.
Soft. Fragile. Over and over again like a prayer.
The way she says it... like I'm everything to her. Like I'm her entire world.
And when I finally let go—when I buried myself deep and spilled into her with a low groan—her hands pulled me tighter.
Like she never wanted to let go.
Perfect. And I can already feel the Divine Rod still working—I'm still hard, still ready. Recovery time? What recovery time?
We lay there afterward, skin cooling in the night air, her head on my chest and my arms wrapped around her. Through the bond, I could feel her contentment, her satisfaction, her complete and utter devotion.
She's thoroughly exhausted, but I could go another three rounds without breaking a sweat. The Endless Stamina is incredible—it's like having cheat codes for marathon sex.
But looking at her peaceful, satisfied expression, I decided to let her rest.
Two down in one day. Mother and Lyanna next.
"Dear sister... we're not done!"
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A/N: Are we?