The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 260: The Mating Ritual (3)

Chapter 260: The Mating Ritual (3)

Isadora tensed the moment he looked at her, like he couldn’t wait to destroy her.

However, she kept her stance determined to stay strong, knowing if she so much as gave any sign of weakness she might not leave this place alive.

The entity sensed this and raised a brow. In a heartbeat, he seized her neck and crashed his lips down on hers.

Isadora was taken over by shock, more likely because of how lifeless the kiss was, yet there was a spark to it that reminded her of how Kraven worshipped her lips.

"I’m going to eat you alive." There was a promise in his tone as well as a sadistic smile on his lips.

The entity dissolved into a weave of shadow and devoured Isadora.

Isadora gasped, snapping back to reality just when a climax hit her.

Kraven’s nail dug into her hips, hurrying through his own, trapping her down completely until she could feel him in her abdomen.

He growled deeply, maintaining that position just to feel all of her, but his action ceased when he discerned her expression.

"What’s wrong?"

"I—" Isadora swallowed hard, not knowing what to say.

"You saw it, didn’t you?" he questioned, eyes going dark. "What did he do?" He suddenly wasn’t opposed to the idea of ripping his own head open just to bleed the life out of that thing.

"He’s... scary. He said he will eat me alive."

"You mean it?"

Isadora cupped his cheeks with her hands. "It’s you, Kraven, it’s not an it. Funny, it wasn’t as hostile as I thought."

"I don’t want you going deeper into my mind, even though you have the luxury to."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

You know what I mean. Kraven said through the bond.

Isadora gasped. "Did you just—"

Kraven chuckled. "Go on, try it."

"I don’t know how."

"Easy, feel as if you’re trying to touch my heart and mind. Don’t go too deep, I don’t want you back there," he warned. "I might have control, but the thirst is always unpredictable."

Isadora nodded stiffly, releasing a sharp breath as she tried her hardest to reach the bond. Like a soft feather-like touch on her forehead, she felt him.

Kraven?

Kraven chuckled deeply. "That’s my girl," he murmured, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss.

Isadora kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, but in a blink of an eye, he flipped her onto her back.

"I must say the sight of you dominating me is a memory I’ll never forget."

Isadora blushed. "I-I was under the influence of my powers."

"Did you now?" He thrust into her.

She gasped as her body shook from the connection; he filled her up completely until her insides felt suffocating.

"I can summon my weaves again, but it feels different. It’s not like I remember," she said, trying her hardest to think about it and forget the activity going on.

However, that was impossible when Kraven raised one of her legs into the air and hit deeper.

She rasped, her body shuddering through waves. She felt him pull out of her, turned her to her front, and lifted her hips into the air.

"I won’t be gentle," Kraven said darkly as he penetrated her once again.

He didn’t let her adjust as he pounded into her to instill his frustration and moments of being tied up under her domination.

Isadora whimpered, feeling like her body would break with every thrust. Kraven grunts fill the air like an animal mingling with the rapid squelching sounds.

Isadora tried her hardest to stay on her knees as they scraped harshly against the stone.

"Are you close, darling?"

"Yes!" she moaned out loud, her insides squeezing as his quick movement became too much.

"Me too, darling," Kraven groaned, picking up the pace once again, delaying his release so that he could thrust more.

Isadora screamed, her body getting hit by a blissful climax, more, more, more and more.

Her body almost gave out if not for Kraven’s iron grip on her hips, keeping her in place.

"This is completely different from your play, isn’t it?" Kraven rasped, chest heaving and body beading in sweat as he thrust into her to oblivion.

Gods! She had once again forgotten how cruel Kraven can be. He wasn’t stopping, and he wasn’t giving her a moment to breathe properly; every storm felt like her body would enter division.

And just when she thought she would break in half, she finally came. Giving one last rough slam and pumping his seed into her with a satisfying growl.

Dear gods! He hasn’t sagged yet, and just when he wanted to thrust again, Isadora screamed.

"Kraven! Stop!"

Kraven barked a loud laugh, watching her squirm and filling his desire even more. If she thought she could escape this, then she was wrong.

This was the mating ritual.

"I guess the Witch didn’t explain this ritual properly, did she?"

"What part?!" Isadora yelled, trying to crawl away, but his grip on her hips kept her pinned right where he wanted her.

"What did she tell you? Just about Elska’s being present during the vows?"

"Yes?"

"Sly old hag," he cursed, smacking her on the ass.

The impact caused a surprised yelp from Isadora.

"She missed out the important details." He gave another hit. "That thing you felt earlier, aside from the bond being forged. That heat? It wasn’t just your light weaves. We’re both in heat, darling. Do you know what that means?"

Isadora gulped, fearful of what the answer would be.

Kraven chuckled again, more amused than ever. "It means no matter how tired you are, your body will respond for me as will mine, until first light."

"What?"

"This is the mating heat, darling. Why do you think the ritual is held at sunset? This whole night is dedicated to making the bond stronger through nonstop consummation."

"N-Nonstop?" She questioned in horror.

Why in the seven gods did the Witch not warn her about this?

Isadora suddenly paused as she recalled the Witch giving her a potion, saying it was for vitality. She was already prepared for all this, just left in the dark.

"And the most important thing of all." Kraven forced her up so that her back met his solid chest. "We’re mated now, which means you’re my wife. For real this time."