Impure: The Protectors of Astromica

13

"No, not like that. Like this."
"Like...this?"
"Yes. Just like...that."
Lily arched her back and tilted her head upwards to face the ceiling. Closing her eyes from pleasure and relaxing her body, she breathed heavily and bit her lip, letting out a desperate groan.
Lily looked down, peering upon a young man with a clown mask covering his face. He had a lean, muscular torso that she was currently straddling. Deep scarring decorated his sweaty skin and warm candlelight reflected off him like a mirror.
She took him into her, him already being excruciatingly hard and much larger now than just a few minutes ago. She could feel him throbbing inside her as he roughly thrusted underneath her. He gripped her thighs tightly, causing her skin to turn white from the pressure, and Lily felt a wave of pleasure intertwined itself with the pain.
They breathed heavily, rocking back and forth together in perfect synchronization. She couldn't exactly remember how she had gotten in such a situation, it felt like a dream of sorts. It felt good though, way too good to question.
"I could do this all night.", Lily whispered in his ear, flipping her hair to one side and smirking at him. She leaned down and kissed the plastic lips of his terrifying mask before continuing to ride him like he wasn't even flesh and blood.
They were in her room at Heart Castle, and the night sky was pitch black except for the warm red glow of the never-setting, Underworld sun. At night, the red was soft like moonlight and was almost as inviting as the surface's sunlight. Lily was completely naked with her fingers interlocked into the boy's, and she felt in control. So in control that she could put a collar on him and he'd probably find a leash for her to walk him with. For some reason, the thought of him being so pathetic for her was even more pleasurable for her than the sex. That feeling of power alone sometimes could be enough to get her off.
"You are mine.", she said, wrapping her soft hands around his thick neck. She squeezed tight enough to feel the way he swallowed, and vibrations ran up fingers and wrists as he began to speak.
"Tighter."
An uncontrollable feeling of excitement ran through her entire body as she dug her nails into the boy's neck. She pierced his skin shallowly, and blood began to rush out of his veins and onto her fingers. He winced in pain, but he didn't stop fucking her. In fact, the sound of their beautiful bodies ramming together only grew louder and more passionate.
"Fuck. Oh my god!", she screamed, letting her body go limp while he fucked her harder.
Lily was actually surprised that he could he keep going. She didn't remember him having this much stamina before.
"Lily, I'm getting close.", he said breathlessly.
"So am I.", she replied viciously.
Her eyes rolled back and she smiled a lustful and dangerous smile. She leaned forward and let her wet tongue wander up and down her victim's salty neck.
Lily tasted his fresh blood and rubbed it into his skin, staining her hands and his shoulders crimson red.
"Lily-", said the boy, raspiliy.
"Don't you fucking dare pull out.", Lily hissed through her clenched jaw. She clamped his mouth shut, attempting to snuff out his whimpers.
"Lily, please-"
"No! Keep fucking me!", she said desperately, throwing herself onto him forcefully, "I know you can do it."
"I can't-I can't.", the boy croaked out through rough breaths. He grabbed her thighs forcefully and lifted her slightly.
She felt him pull out of her quickly, and she gasped from the sudden empty feeling. Him exiting her vagina felt like pulling a cork from a wine bottle, except in this case, she wanted so badly to keep it in.
She waited patiently as the boy stopped shaking and groaning, still sitting on top of him.
"You know, you could've held on for a bit longer. You always take so long to recover.", she said, rolling her eyes.
"What-whatever.", he replied. His face was still covered by the mask, but now Sandy curls were visible under the moonlight.
The boy raised up from the bed and stretched. She dismounted him and reached onto the floor for a black box containing her supply of party drugs.
"Lily..."
"What?", she said, turning to face him.
"I didn't say anything."
"Oh...sorry, I just-I thought I heard you say something."
"You're good. Got any x? Or maybe a tranquilizer in there?"
"Oh come on, Bell. You really want to be high during this?"
"Well, I don't think this is going to be our last time. Besides, trust me. I've committed all of this to memory."
"Oh yeah? I bet you have."
Lily reached over and kissed his neck gently, covering her lips in semi-dried blood once more. He was completely healed now though, not a scratch in sight. His bronze skin glistened beautifully under the red glow, and Lily thought he looked close to ethereal. She removed his mask by snapping the hook in the back then watched it fall into a half-drunken Bellamy's lap. He smirked lazily at her and tossed his head back in satisfaction. Lily stared at him for a while and he attempted to stare back at her through long, pretty eyelashes and coffee-brown irises.
Truthfully, Lily had always believed that the Vain twins contained some type of other-dimensional beauty. She felt that they were comparable to Aphrodite herself, even though half of the angels would want to smite her for saying such a thing. Demons were seen as scary and untrustworthy, but she saw her people—with their tails and horns—as stunning warriors.
"Lily!"
Lily turned to face him again when she heard her name, but a feeling of uneasiness washed over her as she realized he truthfully hadn't said a word. The voice came from outside of the room somehow, but it sounded as if it had been uttered from within the walls.
"Awaken, my love."
She whipped her head around the room, but the voice bounced from each individual wall now.
"Lily?", asked Bellamy, concerned. He got off the bed and pulled her in close to his naked body, "What's going on?"
Lilys dug her face into his chest and squeezed him tightly.
"I just...I think I'm like, tripping out or something."
"You might be. You're always super heavy on the dosages."
"Because it affects me differently. I have a super high tolerance and it feels like it gets higher by the week."
"It does make me nervous though. I know you're a goddess and all, but there's no way that dosage isn't catching up to you in some way."
Lily looked up at him with big, crystal blue eyes and kissed him passionately.
She felt safe in his arms. His presence felt like home, even though she was home. Bellamy was taller and stronger than any regular demon, but that's not even what she loved about him. It was his heart, his heart was the only thing she saw when she looked at him.
"Here.", he said, reaching across her bed and pulling a black t-shirt from under it, "Put this on. I know you're probably cold."
He plopped the shirt over her head and it swallowed her body whole, fitting like an oversized dress.
"Perfect.", she said, spinning like a princess.
"So...I don't want to ruin this moment Lils, but I do have a question."
"What's your question?", she said, raising a curious eyebrow.
"When are you going to tell him?"
"Lily!"
Suddenly, Lily's sight began to blur. The walls seemed to begin to melt right before her eyes. The color began to fade from the room, and so did Bellamy. Things began to go dark and Lily felt her body hit the ground. She laid there, paralyzed for a while before drifting off into nothingness.