Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Eternity is Forever
Lyssena
Lyssena nearly lost her balance, and holding herself together while Erevos so nearly sent her into the next realm proved a far more difficult task than she had anticipated.
Especially since she was still perched so precariously close to that enormous deer’s head, its glassy eyes forever fixed ahead as though bearing witness to her shameless behavior.
Her god’s—or demon’s—or Erevos’s, which she truly could not bring herself to care about in that moment—tongue slid in and out of her faster and faster, and she felt every single ridge, every bump along its thick length as it parted her from within.
Erevos possessed a tongue that Lyssena would have never guessed, broad and heavy and textured, perhaps as thick as her wrist, and though it had hurt at first—so sharply she had nearly shed tears from the sting of it—now Lyssena was certain she might faint from the sheer pleasure of it.
When she felt her cunt pulsing around him, when she noticed the heat between her thighs had grown so swollen and flushed that even the air brushing against her felt like a touch, she was certain she stood on the edge of release.
Instead, her Erevos stopped. And then he rose.
The image before her eyes was something she never thought she would witness in her life.
Erevos unfolded to his full height, forcing her to tilt her chin upward just to follow the slow withdrawal of his violet tongue from between his sharpened teeth.
She wanted to ask why he had stopped, wanted to demand it through breathless protest, but she could not form a single coherent word.
Her Erevos stood before her, his entire face glistening obscenely, her arousal tracing a wet path from the upper row of his sharp teeth to the lower, clinging to the edges as his long tongue slid outward again, licking across each shard.
“I have a cock,” he said, and his mouth widened.
At that, her gaze dropped.
His cock was thick and heavy between his thighs, flushed darker at the tip, and it leaked so steadily that dark trails of demon seed had already streaked down the inside of his left leg, glistening against shadowed skin before dripping to the floor.
What a sight that was.
Lyssena forgot her manners entirely.
Forgot propriety.
Forgot the teachings of her mother and the expectations of her village.
She wanted nothing more than to feel that cock as deep inside her as her body would possibly allow, to replace the emptiness still pulsing inside her with something solid as that thick cock before her.
Her eyelids felt heavy, her breasts achingly sensitive beneath the fabric of her gown, her nipples tightening at the mere sight of him. Lyssena wanted more.
“Please,” she breathed, the word soft and trembling as it slipped past her parted lips, and in that single plea, every ounce of shame she had ever carried remained far behind in her village.
Her knees fell open wider without conscious thought, and when Erevos stepped closer, he wrapped one of his large hands firmly around her waist, anchoring her in place, while the other slid down to grasp his leaking length.
Lyssena had never imagined she could feel so unrestrained.
Erevos positioned himself closer until the heavy length of him brushed against her thigh, and for a moment, he only looked at her, his gaze darker than she had ever seen it, as though he were still deciding how best to consume her. For her, any way he’d choose would be great.
“I believed,” he began slowly, his voice thick, “that this was meant for your mouth.”
His hand shifted along his cock as he spoke, stroking once.
“You placed your hand around me before,” he continued, tilting his head slightly, “and I assumed perhaps your mouth was another place for it.”
Lyssena swallowed.
“But then I learned,” he said, stepping even closer between her parted thighs, the tip of him pressing tentatively against her swollen entrance, “that you possess a place meant to receive.”
His gaze lifted to hers. “As you received my tongue.”
Heat burned across her face at the bluntness of it, but she did not retreat. In fact, Lyssena never wanted him to stop talking.
Erevos lowered his eyes to where they joined and guided himself carefully, the thick tip nudging against her with a slow, testing pressure that made her inhale sharply.
He did not thrust.
He pressed. Gradually.
Lyssena felt the stretch deeper than before, more solid, and when the head of him breached her and slid inside, Erevos threw his head back with a loud, raw growl that shook the air around them. All of his shadows shuddered.
“It feels—” His voice faltered as he pushed another inch forward, watching her body yield around him. “It feels different from your hand.”
Lyssena arched immediately, her back bowing as she gripped the edge of the table at her side.
“It—” she breathed, struggling to gather her thoughts as he filled her further, her voice breaking into uneven fragments. “We have . . . we have a long time . . . to try everything.”
The words dissolved into a trembling gasp as he sank deeper.
Erevos’s expression shifted at that. “Yes,” he said, his tone darkening as he finally pushed fully inside her, the last of the distance closing in a slow slide that made her cry out.
“We have all the time in the world.”
His hands came to her hips then, “Eternity,” he added, leaning down until his forehead nearly brushed hers, “is forever.”
The word eternity flickered through her mind, a question forming at the edges of her pleasure, but before she could grasp it, he moved.
The first motion was slow. Lyssena felt his hips brushing against her skin, then she felt the slow withdrawal that left her feeling suddenly empty.
Erevos pressed forward again, deeper, firmer, the friction drawing a strained sound from her throat as pain and pleasure tangled tightly together.
It hurt, but she loved it.
She loved the way he watched her face as he moved, pumping into her again and again. She loved the way he held her, as though determined not to let her slip away.
The rhythm built gradually, his restraint thinning as the sensation overtook him. His movements growing stronger, faster, the table shifting faintly beneath them with each thrust.
He lifted her slightly, sliding her more fully onto him until her body arched and her hips tilted upward, her weight balanced in his grasp, and the new angle made her cry out louder, her nails scraping along the wood behind her.
He moved her with him then—guiding her back and forth along his length—until the world blurred at the edges of her sight.
Her pleasure rose fast, cresting before she could prepare for it, her body tightening around him as she gasped his name in broken syllables, her release tearing through her in a wave so intense it left her trembling in his hands.
Erevos stilled for only a fraction of a second, then he groaned low and rough, burying himself fully within her as his own release followed, heat spilling deep as his shadows flared violently around the room.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Lyssena sagged against him, breathless and dizzy, trying her best to hold on to him.
Erevos held her there, as though he had claimed not merely her body, but the future she did not yet know awaited her.