Breeding Ceremony.

Lila’s POV

The altar still pulsed beneath me as Azrael lifted my cum-swollen body into his arms. My belly felt so heavy now, rounded and tight, sloshing with load after load of his glowing demonic seed. Every step he took made it shift inside me, sending fresh waves of filthy pleasure through my core. I clung to his neck, face buried against his warm obsidian skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent of smoke, sex, and pure corruption.

“I am yours,” I whispered against his throat, voice hoarse from screaming. “Completely. I do not want my old life anymore. Just this. Just you filling me forever.”

Azrael’s golden eyes...