Chapter 40
FELORé
Icould feel the moment something inside me shifted, but the reason why hit me far too late. By the time the word illuminated from the background of my mind like some distant, murky memory, I’d already accepted it. I’d already taken his gift.
Augmenin.
I’d always heard it described as a medicant that could turn humans into submissive pets, but that wasn’t it at all.
This was deeper than submission. This was awakening something inside me that wanted to fall at his feet. Wanted to exalt his precious name. This was a surrender deep inside the marrow of my bones, unlike anything I’d ever felt.
My fingertips shook as I cupped his face and inhaled his cool breath.
I could see it, his breath. It fogged around us in swirls of glittering white, clinging to the air like bits of frozen fog.
I sucked the tiny crystals inside my mouth.
They danced across my tongue, popping when I pressed them against the roof of my mouth where they tasted like pure winter. The sweet frost of a sugar pine tree.
Breathe. The command was inside my skull, the pressure of diving too deep underwater.
Breathe. He was seeking entry inside my mind, and I was parting my doors, parting my resistance, letting him inside.
Breathe, human. I did. I inhaled him. I wanted to hear my name on his sweet breath as I sucked. As I swallowed the sugar pine crystals when they slipped down my throat like the icy drug they were.
Then a beautiful devil was kissing me.
His tongue was inside my mouth, plunging as deep as it wanted to go. His teeth were sucking and biting, brutalizing my bottom lip as the metallic tang of copper stung my tongue.
My head was reeling, but there was also so much beauty around me. The colors had heightened in contrast. The textures had emboldened. The clouds in the mural above our heads drifted across the painted sky.
Even the glittering red of my demon’s eyes was richer and inviting like the juice of a ripe cherry.
He still sat on the bed, and I realized I’d been staring in wonder. For how long, I did not know, but something struck me as he thumbed my lower lip and gazed down at me with such hunger in his eyes—this was the first time I’d gotten to fully appreciate his naked body.
How magnificent. His chest was a backcloth of toned muscle that’d funneled down into a narrow waist and a perfect, and I meant perfect cock.
Thick, hard, and lusciously veined, my mouth watered to suck it.
“Worship me, human,” he said. “Worship me with your fucking tongue.”
I fell to my hands, the chain pooling onto the floor as I started at his ankle, my tongue wet and demanding as I licked all the way up. Up his calf and knee. Up his leg and inner thigh. Then I rewet my tongue and licked the length of his cock.
A cry poured from me at how hard he drank. At how intense the pleasure was. I gripped my own cock.
“I did not say you could touch yourself.”
I pulled my hand away like it’d been burned.
“Not until you worship me properly.”
Worship. That word. It was precisely what I must do.
“Yes, my dark prince,” I heard myself say. “With pleasure.”
That was when I felt it. When two icy hands grasped my ass.
I jumped, but the second I whipped my head to glance back over my shoulder, he gripped my jaw and twisted it back.
“Not your concern,” he said. “Your eyes stay on me.”
I nodded, fixing my gaze on him as his unearthly hands began to fondle my ass roughly, squeezing my cheeks together, stretching them apart, as if it was some ritual.
My cock ached for him. My hole ached.
He spat into his cupped palm, but it wasn’t saliva. I could tell by the amount, by the glistening, milky texture. It was the kingdom’s most perfect lubricant, and he created it naturally, without a passing thought, as if his instincts had fully taken over.
My heart thundered in anticipation as I leaned forward, draped over his thigh as I dramatically arched my spine, baring my ass. He reached it easily with a stretch of his long arm, his warm fingers massaging lubricant over my hole, and then more while his ghost hands spread my ass cheeks wide.
I’d never been more ready. An eager noise huffed past my lips, and it felt like a release when it finally happened. He pressed his thick, lubed finger inside me.
I melted. I melted so fast. The sting was delicious, and I leaned all the way into it, inviting it deeper as he continued to drink from me, enough to coat me in pleasure.
Then another finger slid inside me, and it was so thick that it pried a strangled moan from my lips.
“I will take anything I want,” came his dark voice, slipping down my spine.
“You will take anything you want,” I repeated, like I was compelled.
“I will consume you.”
“You will consume me.”
“You will worship me.”
“I will worship—” I gasped.
Another finger. A third finger.
It was his, but not his because this one was too hot, or maybe too impossibly cold as it pressed inside my body, stretching me wide. I didn’t have time to react when he drank a massive gulp from my energy that had the pain transforming into unlawful pleasure.
“Show me, human.” His strong hand curled around the nape of my neck and tugged my mouth to his cock. “Show me how well you fucking worship.”
I whimpered, my own cock leaking precum as I began to lick his. He tasted so delicious; so like him. Like charred cedar, rich earth, and a touch of something sweet. Always with the sweetness.
Fuck, the pleasure was insane. Intense as he pressed his fingers—all three of them—as far as they would go, stretching me mercilessly.
Then they were moving, thrusting in and out, penetrating me, so fucking wet, in a way that didn’t make sense to my brain. But I could feel it. I could feel the lubricant dripping in slick rivulets down my shaking thighs as he fucked me with his fingers.
He stroked his long cock, pulling my lips to his balls, urging me to work my tongue there, and I did. I licked them like they were the whipped icing of a warm cake. Like the hungry, subservient thing I was.
Heat bloomed in my core, and I couldn’t help it. I had to stroke myself.
“What did I say?” he asked, tipping my head back by my hair to meet his ever-changing gaze. Red and black and deep and dark.
I breathed, “You said not to do it.”
“Do what?”
“Touch myself.”
“And what have you done?” He smiled. “You should be taught a lesson.”
I nodded as the room pulsed with so much heat that I felt flushed with it. It was as invigorating as it was intense, and I couldn’t tell where I ended and the augmenin began. “Yes, my prince.”
He gripped the angel bone blade still stabbed into the mattress and yanked. My eyes widened in wonder as feathers danced into the air.
A slow, moon-white smile stretched across his mouth, and his beauty was nearly too much to bear. He was the night and the stars and the serenity of the forest, and my solar plexus heated, stoking hot like a roaring fire as feathers fell around us like ashes.
I’d been so entranced that I barely noticed how he was holding the sharp blade before my lips.
My heartbeat ticked a beat faster as I glanced down at it. It glistened orange in the glowing fire.
“Your tongue,” he said, and I obeyed.
I stretched my tongue from my mouth. The steel was cold as he dragged it across my piercing—metal upon metal in a sharp ting. Something about it sent a shiver down my spine at the same time more precum spilled.
I didn’t know how long we’d been there, because time was nothing. It didn’t exist, so I couldn’t trace how quickly it was slipping, just like I couldn’t follow how his hand was suddenly high, lifting the blade above his head.
He drove it into the floorboards between my knees.
I jumped too late, as his sexy, demonic laugh reverberated around the room, bouncing off the walls to tickle my insides, curling around the shell of my ear like a warm kiss.
Or was it a real kiss?
Yes, he was kissing my ear, kissing my neck as I gripped the angel-bone handle jutting between my parted knees, just to have something to ground me. He’d struck the floor so hard that he’d nearly buried the entire blade between the hardwoods.
Then he said, his words dark as the night itself, carried on the wings of a whisper, “Fuck yourself on it.”
My gaze lifted to his, searching, but his wicked smile only grew.
He palmed my cheek—so sweet as he said, “I want to see you fuck yourself on my knife, human.”
A whimper spilled past my lips.
For a moment, I couldn’t be sure I was breathing. But then I rose to my knees.
I held his gaze as I began to inch forward.
His eyes glinted in pleasure at how well I was obeying him, and it felt like a mercy when icy fingertips, dripping with so much luscious wet, started to rub circles around my sensitive hole, penetrating me, slipping in and out, one after another as if there were a hundred, and they were all taking turns with me.
I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t want a choice.
I wasn’t even hesitating to position myself over the angel-bone handle, as he spat into his ghostly hands, as they skillfully fingered me, dripping the milky white lubricant down my thighs, soaking the handle of the blade. I began to lower myself.
It was rock hard as it pushed against my hole, seeking entry, the bone cold and unwavering.
My dark demon was staring into my eyes as I took the first inch inside me.
He twitched wildly, his gaze wandering down my naked body with the hunger of a wolf. “More.”
I whimpered as I slid down the handle, as it breached my hole, stretching me, beckoning me further. And further. My gasp was tight and scattered and as broken as I felt, but my body continued a downward spiral, one inch of angel bone at a time.
“Ooh, that’s it,” Alek whispered in Vultaen, his real hands in my hair as his ghost hands spread my ass cheeks as far as they would go. “You look perfect like this. Take it deeper.”
I took it deeper.
“Fucking deeper, human. All the fucking way. Show me how you want to please me.”