7. Flavia #3
“That’s it,” he crooned, his voice clicking in what might have been satisfaction. “Remember what it means to be more than prey.”
Without thought, I raked my hands through his dark hair as his tongue continued to move over me.
He alternated between pressing into me and swirling the long muscle along my lips and around my clit.
Each pass was firmer until I was panting, a step closer to the release my body craved.
A release I’d been too hurt to experience for months.
“Ysu…” His name fled my lips as my hips bucked against his face. His hand slid down my inner thigh and I cried out as he plunged one enormous finger into me, lifting his head.
“You cry my name, but I am not sure if it is a curse or an invocation. A prayer or damnation. But I will devour you, either way.”
He lowered his head again, sucking my clit into his mouth with such force that my back arched against the soft ground.
He continued to suck in a steady rhythm, the finger inside me curling against somewhere that built a deep throbbing.
He worked me slowly, letting me open, before I felt the incredible stretch as he added another.
I let out another cry of pleasure, and I saw nothing but the moonlight glittering off his web overhead as he drove me over the edge.
I shattered, every muscle in my body seizing, not with terror, but with pure elation. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body, Ysu never ceasing his ministrations, guiding me through them until my body was entirely spent.
The sensation was like no other release I had ever had. Deeper, and shared. Not stolen away in the dark, but bright and open under the moonlight while all of his eyes watched me with rapture.
When he had wrung every bit of my orgasm out of me, he moved his massive body over mine.
“You’re trembling, little human. Are you scared…
” His fangs grazed the skin over my pulse, “Or maybe my little bloodthirsty bride is excited by the thought of being consumed by the darkness?” His tongue, still unbearably warm, pressed against my neck until I could feel my heartbeat pulsing beneath it.
“Or perhaps you like the thought that I could tear you apart without a second thought, but instead choose to worship you until you’re falling apart? ”
I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer as my heart was still pounding in my chest.
He pulled back and his face was split into that too wide smile. “I hope you’re not done yet. Not now that you are ready for me. We are just getting started.”
Four arms snaked under my body and lifted me as he shifted.
He sat back against the stones at the edge of the pond, spreading his legs and depositing me so that I straddled him, caught between his two cocks.
One rubbed over my still sensitive clit, while the other nestled between the cheeks of my ass.
Precum smeared over my stomach as he rubbed against me.
It was thicker than any I had experienced before, and he smeared it all over my stomach, the head of his cock nearly reaching my belly button.
His too large hands wrapped completely around my waist and hips, raising me up just enough so that his cocks notched at my entrance, both of them. Memories of pain returned, but I would not hesitate, not now. I slowly started to lower myself, until his hands squeezed me to stillness.
“I appreciate your eagerness, but I do not intend to break you so soon.” All eight of his eyes sparkled with wickedness as I felt his cockheads slide through the wetness at my core, mixing with his thick fluids.
The smaller caught at my entrance, before sliding forward to run along my clit as the larger of the two started to press into me.
His hand traced up my spine until he gripped the back of my neck, but his hand was so large, it nearly encircled my entire throat.
He held me tight, using it as leverage as he drove me down onto him, and I stretched around him. The burn transformed into the same tingling that covered my skin, his venom changing something in me that I didn’t fully understand. But I clenched down, trying to resist the intrusion.
He felt my resistance and slowed, tracing his hands down my arms. His fingers pressed my clenched fists open, causing my entire body to relax unconsciously, and I sank down another inch onto him.
He moved my hands to his chest, where I was once again reminded how much larger than me he was.
But beneath his cool, smooth skin I felt his heart beating, much faster than I anticipated.
I looked up into his eyes, and all of them were watching me with such intensity that I looked away again. He gripped my chin, forcing my gaze back to him.
“You are mine. I will not allow any harm to come to you,” he said. My breath caught in my throat. “I will not push you past what you can handle, but you can handle me, little human. In fact,” he wrapped all his arms around me, pulling me tight, “I know you can. Just try a little harder.”
My legs were shaking from the effort of holding myself up, and he took all my weight into his arms, the serrated claws pressing into my bare skin just enough to trigger the buzzing of his venom.
He lifted me so he was barely seated, before slowly pushing me back down.
I took him further, his cock filling me more than I had ever been filled before, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Relax, I have you.” His voice was a low hum, and I sank lower.
I was panting, the feeling of him unbearably deep.
My fingers tightened on his chest, and I willed myself to open when his tongue pressed between my open lips.
I let out a sound of surprise, but he didn’t stop, filling my entire mouth with his tongue until our lips met.
It wasn’t a kiss, it was a claiming, but as all of his arms wrapped tighter around me and he filled every inch of me, I felt myself surrender.
I rolled my tongue back against his, and he tasted metallic with a hint of the sweetness of overripe fruit just on the edge of decay. He let out a low groan of satisfaction as I moved my lips against his, and finally I uncoiled, letting him fill me until he pressed against the deepest part of me.
Our hips met, and he released my mouth, grinning as all eight of his eyes blinked. He moved his hand back up to the back of my neck, leaning me back as his other hand ran over the bulge in my stomach.
“You fit me perfectly, perhaps fate did bring you to me.”
His grip tightened and he lifted me up and slammed me back down. I let out a cry, but it was more shock than pain. And as he continued to move, that shock and pressure transformed into something much sweeter.
His top cock slid against my clit over and over again. My breasts bounced obscenely with each thrust, and my eyes rolled back as inhuman sounds left my lips.
“Yes, let me hear those beautiful moans as your ravenous cunt swallows my cock.”
The space between us was a mess of my arousal and his precum, his cock bobbing between us.
I wrapped my fingers around it, fisting it tightly in rhythm with his thrusts.
As I slid all the way down to the base, I watched his eyes roll back, and seeing this monster lose himself in me was intoxicating in a way I had never known.
I squeezed tighter, moved faster, using my legs again instead of letting him control my body like a rag doll.
I slid myself along him as I rode him, keeping him tight against my stomach as my cunt consumed him.
Another release built inside of me, and I was chasing it now.
I wanted it. I wanted to come around his cock and squeeze him until he popped.
I found strength and stamina I didn’t know that I had, unwilling to let him escape.
The buzzing beneath my skin reached a feverish pitch, like something was writhing beneath my skin, trying to get out.
All eight of his eyes found me, and a lazy grin crossed his face. “There she is.”
The tingling of his venom was everywhere, but it concentrated at my core, and I was close. So, so close.
I moved faster, slamming myself into him, until everything tightened and then released in an orgasm even more powerful than the first. The tingling spread out from my center to the tips of my fingers and toes, and my whole body shook as I collapsed onto his chest.
But the sensation didn’t stop. He didn’t let it. Even as my legs gave out, he rolled his hips up into me with each wave of my orgasm, holding me tight.
Everything was too much and I felt my mouth open wide, and then my teeth were sinking into the flesh of his shoulder, tasting something rich and metallic, and he made a sound of approval that vibrated through both our bodies. “So ferocious, neidr.”
I had learned some of the old language, but I didn’t recognize that word. But as his flesh gave way beneath my teeth, it felt right.
My nails—when had they grown so sharp?—raked down his back, and he moved faster, deeper, until I felt him tense.
His tongue found my mouth, filling me completely again as I clenched, and hot ropes of cum spilled over my stomach and fingers, pumping into me as he found his release.
Everything was out of focus. I heard him speaking, but no words came through. Warmth covered me and a part of me wanted to panic again, but that part was far away. I realized he had dipped me into the spring again, to clean me off.
The tingling that had been building since I had woken was subdued now, more gentle, like it had been satiated, at least temporarily.
He wrapped my stola around me like a blanket, and I leaned my head against his cool, broad chest as he carried me back towards his web.
“You did well, neidr. Rest now,” he murmured against the top of my head. “You will need your strength tomorrow.”