Page 335 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
He cries out, shuddering at the sudden intrusion of my tail, having uncoiled it from Levi’s thigh.“Godsdamnit.”His thrusts turn messy as I coax his prostate through his inner wall. Azrael’s cock thickens further inside of me, and I briefly draw Lazarus from my mouth, spit stretching between us and down my breasts.
The command is intended for Azrael, but I’m holding Lazarus’ gaze as I speak it.
“Come for me, pet.”
Azrael replies with a helpless sound of surrender he clenches around my tail and a few moments later his cock begins to pulse inside of me.“Fuck, seraphim…”
I clench around him as the orgasm I’m trying to suppress demands release.
Sweat slicks down Levi’s chest as he meets my gaze, stealing languorous, firm strokes inside of me. His cock hardens further. “You belong to us,salvatrice.”
Savior.
The continuous keening cry spilling from me is a sound that only they have ever managed to inspire. Levi groans, head tipping back in ecstasy before his gaze returns to mine. The sound of his thrusts turn sloppy as cum begins to leak out of me—both puckered hole and pussy. My body arches as my own climax finally bursts free, rising from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head as my hand continues to milk Lazarus’ cock. He chest heaves and his stuttering hips thrust in counter to my strokes. I present my tongue and breasts in offering just as his length pluses. Ropes of cum splatter my tongue, cheeks, and chest before I suck the rest from his crown, and gently stroke over his shaft.
His gaze never leaves mine as I do, and the emotion in his eyes is a mirror to my own. “Even in death…”
Some might consider it a strange macabre thing to mention death in bed. Even stranger to use it to express one’s love.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Tears burn my eyes at the memory and all that we’ve been through over this past year.
Tears of gratitude for this.
For our love.
For everything that we’ve survived.
For all that we will continue to survivetogether.
I nod in affirmation.“Even in death.”
EPILOGUE | PART ONE
LAZARUS - 34 MILLENIA INTO THE FUTURE - CAERWYNATH
The gentle pattering of rain is the only sound in the too quiet, too empty study of my palace as I stare out of the window. The hollowness in my chest is an all-pervading, all-consuming thing. I haven’t moved from this spot in... days. As though the depth of my centuries-long mourning has finally halted all natural processes.
A fine layer of dust has collected on my face by the time a servant—a disembodied shadow with a kind face—finally dares to coax me from my malaise. I forget this one’s particular name. Violette would admonish me for such a transgression. The realization cracks a whip of searing pain through my heart.
“Your Eminence..."
Unmoving, I continue to stare out at the rain.
A few moments pass before she steps into my line of vision, bowing and lowering her gaze. “Majesty?”
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Followed by distant screams.
“Leave me.”
She lowers herself further, hesitating. “There’s an uprising…”
The word is dry with boredom. “Another?”
With her face directed at the floor I watch her brows knit together in confusion. “... Sire, the last uprising was twelve thousand years ago.”
