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and ready, Malcolm pushed up my skirt and pressed me against the door. Naked from the waist down, I should have felt embarrassment and shame, especially with exposing myself in front of someone other than my husband, but the glamor had worked well and I felt nothing but desire. Malcolm took his cock in his hand and guided it inside my tight passage, pinning me against the wall.
    I keened loudly at the exquisite pleasure of being speared by that impressive organ. My body was finally awaking to the physical bliss it was built for. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and dug my fingers into the black cloth covering them, trying to pull him closer, wanting to drive his cock deeper into me.
    Every pounding thrust shook the door and the coil of heat building in my loins, the start of the first orgasm of my life, shook something loose in me. The thought of continuing to lay back and stare at the ceiling while an ungrateful man used my body and gave me nothing in return was unthinkable.
    Malcolm’s right hand supported my leg that wrapped around his hips, but his left hand was busy untying the laces of my bodice. The laces gave way, and he pushed the worn fabric off my shoulders, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
    My husband had little interest in anything other than the hole he could stick his cock in, so every encounter with him hand involved nothing more than him raising my nightgown to my waist. No man had ever laid eyes my breasts, and no man had ever wrapped his lips around a tight nipple the way Malcolm did. I felt a sharp pain slice through the haze of pleasure as his teeth cut into my breast, but that was quickly replaced by an ecstasy the like of which I had never experienced as his bite brought me to a screaming orgasm.
    The wall and Malcolm’s iron grip were hardly enough to keep me upright as wave upon wave upon wave of euphoria flowed over me, causing every part of me from my toes on up to quiver and shake until I was slumped boneless against the wall, held up by a hand, a door, and a cock.
    I felt myself growing dizzy in a way that had nothing to do with my pleasure, something I would later learn was Malcolm siphoning years from my life, and at that point I really did believe he would kill me, something I was surprisingly content with if this was how I would die. “Make me like you,” I whispered.
    Malcolm’s thrusts grew faster and more erratic, and then he froze and I felt his cock pulse inside me, flooding me with his cold seed. Malcolm lifted his head from my breast. “I can bind you to this life,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “You will live many lifetimes and see many things, but to survive you will need this.” Still buried inside me, he thrust forward. “Every mortal you take gives you years. You will forsake the comforts of mortality, and your eternal reward.”
    I chuckled bitterly. My mortal life had no comforts and promises of heaven did little to placate my misery. I replied simply. “Yes.”