"...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 . 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 ssy and desperate.
Perfect. She’s completely mine in this mont. 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 sohow 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 , eting 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 , pulling closer, and I kissed her this ti—deep and possessive and ssy, 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 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 eting 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 .
The Pleasure Amplification is working overti. Every touch, every movent 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 enjoynt now. The bond has changed everything about how she responds to .
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 on the edge of the bed.
Denied orgasms make the eventual release so much more intense. Basic psychology applied to sex.
"Ride ," I commanded.
She did—gods, she did—hands on my shoulders, nails digging in, her breasts bouncing as she slamd down on again and again, each movent 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 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 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 movents, owning them.
"Marcus—" she gasped, voice cracking. "I’m—"
"Let go," I whispered against her skin. "Now. CUM for !"
Permission granted. Ti to watch her fall apart.
I thrusted upwards with asured 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 seed to go on forever—her body convulsing in waves, each spasm more intense than the last, her voice breaking as she cried my na 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 ti, slow and deep. She was still trembling beneath , her body slick and burning, but she kissed 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 ti, there was no teasing. Just deep, slow thrusts, her na 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 na.
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 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 ti? What recovery ti?
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 contentnt, 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?
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