Chapter 11 Nory #2
Licking over the freckles along my stomach, his hands fall to my hips, pinning me in place. Hot breath ghosts over my pussy, and I toss my head back against the tree. Eryx chuckles as he lifts my left leg and positions it over his shoulder. Spread before his hungry gaze, I can only sigh.
“Denying me has made you deliciously wet, Nory.”
The first glide of his tongue up my slit is nearly my undoing.
I moan into the darkness. The moonlight highlights his pale flesh.
I whimper as his dark tongue spears into my entrance and drives deep.
It reaches and pushes—a perfect mirror to the way he fucks me with his cock.
His face rubs back and forth against my clit.
My hands fall to his head and hold him tight to me.
His mouth makes delightful, sloppy sounds as he feasts on me. The world around us is quiet, as if we are the only two beings alive left in this world. Moans fall from my lips in rapid succession as he continues to work me. My hips grind desperately for more friction. His fingers dig into my ass.
The tip of his tongue tickles that hidden spot inside me, and I erupt.
Throwing my head back, I scream my pleasure as my pussy locks around his thrusting tongue.
I ride him through each wave of my pleasure.
Licking me clean, Eryx kisses up my trembling body until he reaches my mouth.
Pulling me from the tree, he cradles me against him.
My legs wrap around his waist as he lowers us to the soft grass.
Wickedness flares to life inside me again. Never breaking our kiss, I use my strength to roll us until I am positioned on top of his body. Smiling against his mouth, I delight in my taste and realize I’ve never given him the same pleasure. That will be rectified this instant.
“My turn,” I sigh, kissing along his jaw.
His soft skin is revealed as we work together to shed his old cloak and heavy armor.
I kiss over his chest and drag my nipples along his stomach.
In the moonlight, he looks otherworldly.
His face is contorted in painful pleasure as his eyes blaze.
Shuffling down his body, soft grass meets my knees as my mouth looms over his proud length.
Already it is straining and dripping sticky seed.
“Go on,” Eryx commands. “Take me into that pretty mouth of yours.”
Gripping him in my fist, I give him a soft pump.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “Again.”
I do as he says, a willing submissive. More moisture leaks from the tip, and I lick it off with my tongue. His salty flavor delights me. Liquid arousal flows down my thighs as I lick over his head again.
“Am I doing good? I’ve never done this before.”
I bat my lashes at him, the picture of innocent curiosity. Eryx nods, his hands flexing in the ground beside him.
“Perfect.”
I blush at his compliment and give a proud shake of my shoulders. Lowering myself, I lick up the side of his length. His ridges dig into my tongue. Eryx’s muscles tighten, and his breathing turns ragged. Encouraged by his reaction, I take him fully into my mouth.
The stretch of him burns. My tongue glides along him until he bumps the back of my throat. Tears blur my vision as I pull back. My hand works him in time with my mouth as I take him deep again. More seed leaks into my mouth as I suck.
Slippery with my saliva, I can work him deep and deep with each suck. Eryx’s hips lift, and he slips further down my throat. A chorus of curses slips from his mouth as he begins to pant. His hands lift to my head and hold me firm to his hard cock.
“Fuck, Nory. So perfect choking on my cock—take it, my beautiful prey. Work for my come and I’ll reward you with it.”
I moan against his length, reaching between my thighs to rub circles on my clit. I’m desperate for any sort of relief. Doubling my efforts, I work him deeper and faster. My nose brushes against his hips as I suck him. My hand barely wraps around him as I continue to pump.
Eryx gives a broken moan as he comes fully off the ground.
His cock hardens even more against my tongue, and I gag on his cock as he spills a torrent of hot seed down my throat.
Tears sting my eyes and flow down my cheeks.
I swallow down as best I can, but stickiness coats my lips and chin.
One final spray lands across my lips, and I lick it off.
More tears fall from my eyes as my own climax approaches. I make a keening sound, and Eryx’s eyes blaze to awareness. In the next moment, I am flat on my back with him surging between my splayed thighs. His seed coats my face and chest, and I must look like a mess.
Eryx doesn’t care as he leans down to capture my mouth.
With one hard thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside of me.
I’m still sensitive from my first orgasm.
My body is already racing towards its peak.
Bracing one hand above my head, Eryx fucks into me ruthlessly.
We share moans and grunts as our bodies slap together.
“Tightest cunt in all the land. I had to kill to earn it—I’ll kill to keep it.”
“Yes!” I scream.
The ridges of his cock drag along my sensitive walls. My hands fall to his hips and pull him forcefully against me—desperate to have him as close as possible.
“Faster.” My words are slurred with pleasure. “Fuck me, Eryx. Please!”
My revenant growls as he thrusts harder, embedding himself within me. His pale cock disappears into my wet, pink flesh in rapid succession. I feel the stretch of him in a maddening way. I want more—I want it all.
“Squeeze that little pussy on my cock again, and I’ll flood it with seed. It’ll drip out of you for hours.” He chuckles harshly. “If you're good, maybe I’ll lick it out of you.”
His words heighten my pleasure. Flames lick at my bare skin, and my muscles tighten.
There is no part of me he doesn’t own. With each thrust, our souls weave together.
My heart calls to him as if we have known each other for centuries.
We are one. Eternity beckons me, and I reach forward to claim it.
Eryx is the revenant who saved me. He is the monster who protects me. He is the male I lo—
“Eryx!” I scream.
My pussy locks onto his cock as he fucks me, and I am tossed off the mountain of my climax.
Fire washes over my skin, and each nerve sings with pleasure.
My nails rake down his back as he groans and freezes over me.
My pussy is filled to the brim with his hot seed.
It leaks from between our bodies and hits the grass below us with a hiss.
Eyrx pumps into me one final time, ensuring I’ve taken all his spend. My body relaxes enough to let him slip from me. A fresh rush of our mingling releases coats my thighs as he rolls me onto my side and into his chest. His hands skim up my bare back.
In the moonlight, I take in the pallor of his skin. The bones underneath look darker than usual, his eyes more hollow. I trace the thin skin there. He must need to feed—that is all.
“Does this mean you’ve given yourself to me?” he asks, voice rough from his cries of pleasure.
I smile and nestle deep into him.
“Yes. I’m afraid you're stuck with me.”
Eryx chuckles before breaking off on a harsh cough. The air around us turns frigid as his whole body tenses. I pull back to look at him and cry out—his pale skin begins to dry and flake off his bones. The fire in his eyes dulls into embers.
“Eryx?” I ask, panicking. “What’s going on?”
He coughs again, falling onto his back as more skin begins to wither and crumble away.
I crawl over him, smoothing the dampness from his brow.
In the dying flames of his eyes, I see a variety of emotions.
Anger, sadness, and finally longing—each one encases my heart in ice.
The organ gives a painful squeeze as I take in the sight of him.
I need to call for help—I need to—
“Fate is cruel—if I had more time, I’d tell you everything.”
His voice is a broken whimper, and tears blur my vision.
“What’s happening?” I demand.
His smile is small. The skin rips from his cheeks and jawbone.
“I’m out of time. I—” He breaks off with a cough.
Lifting a trembling hand to my cheek, the bones of his fingers press into my skin.
“You were my gift, Nory. To have you, even if it was too brief, was more than I deserved. You are good, beautiful, and kind. My heart is yours. So is my soul…forever.”
A haunting death rattle falls from his mouth and shakes the ground. Color leeches from his skin until it is all crumbling and ashen. The flames of his eyes flicker in the night breeze before extinguishing. Despair punches through the ground and drags me down into its depths.
“No!” I scream. “This can’t be it—there has to be another way. Please!”
I scream up at the moon, my hands falling to his chest as if I can hold him in this world.
“This can’t be happening. We’ve barely had any time, you can’t take him!”
Tears fall in hot streams down my cheeks. My fingers tunnel through his thin skin until they brush the smooth bones underneath. Bile floods my stomach as I look at him. This can’t be it—our story can’t be over—not when there are still so many things left unsaid.
“Please,” I whimper. “Don’t take him. I love him.”
My confession echoes around us in the empty clearing.
It is the truth—I love Eryx. Now that I’ve admitted it, I can’t pinpoint the moment I fell in love with him, perhaps from our very first meeting or when he agreed to help me.
Whenever it was, it’s been building all this time, consuming me with its ferocity. I love him, I love him.
If he is not in this world, then neither will I be.
A pale blue spark kindles in his gaze, but is extinguished with his next breath.
His chest does not rise again. Anguish floods me as I fall to a heap atop his crumbling body.
I sob into the darkness. Painful, beseeching cries of anguish rip through my lungs.
I’m cold—so, so cold. Every inch of my body is in pain.
My heart has stopped beating, and my soul reaches for the one it was tied to.
I don’t know how long I cry over his corpse until I finally hear it.
It’s soft at first—a distant humming that rises into a loud crescendo.
Metal coats the air and burns my throat.
Looking up, all I can see through my tears is pale moonlight.
It burns brighter and brighter until it floods through the thicket of trees around us.
The light makes my tender eyes burn as it illuminates the clearing.
Eryx’s still body becomes even more visible. The state of his decay tears at my heart, and a sob chokes me. A breeze whispers over my wet cheeks, soft as a touch. Before me, the bright light condenses into one form. Neither male nor female, it is just a pulsing being of dazzling light.
A voice that is both loud and quiet echoes from the trees.
“He’s done it—my final child. I knew he was special from the moment I crafted him—it’s why I named him. Gentler than the others—he felt deeply, longed for companionship like none of the others had before. He was my last hope for them to be more.”
This otherworldly being’s words are nonsense.
“What—what are you?” I ask.
“A demon to some, a god to others. Titles are so fickle. What matters now is that I was right and that I keep my promises.”
Confusion steals my voice, but the being doesn’t seem forthcoming with answers anyway.
Light flows from their form and covers Eryx’s body in glittering brightness.
I gasp as I watch his skin return, thicker than before.
The sharp angles of his face are smoothed out.
Eyelids form over his sockets, framed with dark lashes.
Eryx is still monstrous—only now a bit more solid. Glancing up at the figure, their words tickle my ears.
“He will sleep for a time. When he rises, he will be like he was, but not completely. Neither alive nor dead, but a third thing. Immortal but with the soul of a human.” Their light grows brighter, and I nearly have to look away.
“Have him feed from you if you wish to join him in eternity. The choice is yours, Norella.”
With that, the figure is gone. Shadows overtake their light. Staring down at Eryx, I watch his strong chest rise and fall. Hope threads my broken heart back together. I lay my head against his tear-soaked chest. Wrapping my arms around his middle, he is warmer than ever before.
I can hardly make sense of all I’ve witnessed.
Eryx’s death, telling him I love him, and now this being—this—I don’t even know what it was.
I’m not sure I can handle any more surprises, but as my ear rests against his heart, I’m greeted by its rhythmic pounding for the first time.
I can’t help but let out a watery laugh.
“Wake up,” I whisper. “Please, Eryx. Wake up.”
My pleas are whispered against his chest until the first rays of sunlight spill through the trees.