The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 253: Spanks & Pleasure

Chapter 253: Spanks & Pleasure

Isadora’s yelp was muffled by the bed, pressing into her face. A string of pain shot right through her, sending shivers and goosebumps down her body.

"I’ve been meaning to try this for a very long time," Kraven chuckled, deeply loving how her body trembled for him. "You’ll take more for me, won’t you, darling? Because I won’t stop even if you beg."

Smack!

Isadora yelped again, eyes squeezing shut and her hands clenching the sheet tightly.

Kraven wasn’t going soft on her! He was taking out his pleasure on her poor butt.

"Gods! Look at you, soaking for me. I thought you hated this?" He laughed.

This only got under Isadora’s nerves until she was fuming.

"You’re mean!" She snapped.

But that was only adding more energy to the beast. The same way another harsh impact came, the same way she felt his length sliding into her swiftly.

"Seven gods!" Kraven cursed loudly, chills gripping his entire body. She was more soaked than he thought.

Isadora squealed as his thrusts and hits came at the same time.

Her nose pressed into the bed more with every pounce until she couldn’t breathe.

Isadora couldn’t explain how her body felt, she was more focused on getting air that she didn’t realize she had found her release.

"Kraven!" Even her calls were quelled by the sheets.

’Sheets,’ she thought, hopeful that there was a way to escape his wicked pleasure.

Isadora feared for her butt and her sore core so she used the sheets as a distraction, taking it up in the air to distract him and pushed as hard as she could until she saddled his length.

"Are we changing the rhythm, darling? Good thing I love this more."

"What—"

Isadora couldn’t finish because Kraven forced her up and down his length at a fast pace.

"Scream for me, darling!"

A strangled groan was released from Isadora as the pleasure rippled through her. Her knees connected as her body vibrated from his brutal thrust.

She moaned freely, erratic and hopeless as Kraven took her like a madman.

Kraven’s teeth gritted, watching as her body shook violently, and the mesmerising glimpse of his cock sliding in and out of her.

He knew she couldn’t take more, but he couldn’t help himself, not when she was like a walking meal before his eyes.

It was either her stubbornness or that bratty mouth of hers that pushed him to the edge.

Romantic? Gods know he wasn’t! If he wanted to care for her, then he would without putting a label on it. If he wanted to break her, then he would just so he could put her back in one piece.

"Kraven, Kraven, Kraven!" Isadora rasped hastily as a forceful and quick storm unleashed. And with a scream, she came like a wild boar.

With a hard, powerful thrust, Kraven came too, pumping more of him into her until the sound of squelching resounded in the air.

Kraven growled, sitting up before her body lost balance. Her back met his solid chest, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, ignoring how the sweat drenched their bodies.

As the pleasure faded, Isadora’s face contoured in pain, where they were still joined, burned.

"Are you alright, darling?"

"No!"

"Don’t worry, while you were asleep, I had your spirit mother brew you a potion."

Isadora’s body froze. "S-Spirit mother?!"

~♧~

After taking the strange glowing potion, Kraven helped Isadora sink into the wooden tub big enough for two.

The water was warm and helped relieve Isadora’s muscles.

The burning ache between her legs was soothed, but that was the least of Isadora’s worries.

"What’s a Spirit mother?" She asked, breaking the silence.

She sat in the tub facing Kraven, she would have been thrilled at the idea of being in his arms but the Fae was far too cruel.

Drinking a potion didn’t exactly mean that she was completely recovered; her body would need some time, but time was not in Kraven’s vocabulary.

Even now, the shadow of his fully erect length could be seen beneath the water.

He was smirking too, arms spread out at the edge of the wooden tub, muscles bulging, showing how much of a malicious monster he was.

Gods! Even if she wanted to escape him she couldn’t, because she felt like pouncing on him like a horny demon.

’No, no, no!’ she panicked in her thoughts.

"A spirit mother is like a motherly figure and spiritual guide. They are bestowed upon by the goddess Almadra as a blessing of good nature. Not everyone is lucky enough for such a blessing," Kraven explained.

Isadora allowed his words to settle in. A scornful huff fled from her. "Lucky? Good nature? Blessing?"

Kraven’s eyebrows rose.

"I’m far from that. The gods hate me."

"Hmm, I disagree, darling. Because the truth is you’re a blessing to the gods, and everything you have been through so far is a path to find me."

Isadora blinked, lifting her gaze to the Kraven. "What are you talking about?"

"I’ll explain everything but first," He looked at the window, as if biding his time for the right moment. "I need to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

He faced Isadora. "You’ll find out soon enough. Do you trust me?"

She didn’t say a word but it was clear as day in her eyes. She trusted him entirely but she was too stubborn to say it out loud.

Kraven grinned widely. "Fight me as much as you want, darling. I’ll take it all, hurt you sweetly and love you."

She froze at his words, eyes locking with his. Did she hear right?

"What do you mean by that?" she murmured under her breath.

Kraven leaned, and the water rippled as he did. He reached for some of the strands of her hair, tucking them behind her ear.

"You heard me. You’re right when you said I’ve said those back to you. I didn’t understand this before, now I do."

Isadora’s pulse quickened.

"From the moment I saw you in my dreams. My devotion has always been to you."

"Kraven?" Isadora said as bewilderment took over her. "Dream?"