Chapter 32 Made For Me
Datu
Winning her back is difficult. Xiaoyu is skittish at best, so when she says this, I know I have her back. There is no denying it. The fated mate of my unnatural form, the voice in my silence, the feeling in my void. Everything that should be mine, she is it.
But above everything else, she is the thrumming in my gut and bones I cannot ignore.
Easily, I claw through her clothes, making her gasp. My shadows have taken a form of something else entirely, and she sees it. Sees me. In her gaze, I find credence.
“The man of my dreams.” she croons as her fingers run down my sharp teeth, my wide, yawning mouth.
“You belong inside me.” I tell her as my lower jaw unlatches, my tongue becoming another set of jaws and teeth. This set, however, she alone brings out in me.
It gently takes her until the smaller mouth has her head wrapped.
I swallow, absorb, consume as I force her down.
She fits, cocooned, it feels like home. Walls of viscera to skin, I move, pulse to bring my face to hers.
A macabre visage of wet, silky intimacy when I kiss her lips.
In this approximation of aether, she kisses me back, opening her eyes to the horror that is my real form.
“Am I inside you?” Her words echo despite the tight space we are in. “I can’t see you.”
I blink, my eyes lighting up the gullet.
We travel down the belly as my mouth slams against hers again.
Her hands wrap around the back of the entrails of my neck.
Now, we are closer than ever. So close I can almost feel us becoming one.
My mouth fills with her—her name, her essence, her trust in me.
My serpents coil around her limbs, spreading her apart while purring. They love her, too.
“Your eyes are pink.” She tells me as another wraps around her neck. She is docile, held down, and supine. Vulnerably mine.
“It is a color I have never seen before.” I stroke my cocks that have grown for her. I hear her gasp in shock. “I told you my cock’s a hydra.”
She bites her lips and just watches them in fascination. My hands grip both, squeezing tight until I drip with cum. There’s a musk in her today that I don’t recognize, but I know what it is. The purpose.
I let my cum drip down her cunt, the moisture just adding to the heat in this small sheath of pulsating tissue. I nudge her thighs farther apart to accommodate my shoulders before just hooking her legs over me.
Much better.
I rub my face against the little hairs, lapping our wetness like a thirsty animal. My long tongue flicks her clit, and she’s there, blooming for me. She’s swollen, glowing, reaching for my head to pull me closer. There’s no possible way to give her that, so I slide my tongue inside her.
Back arching, she releases a sound just for me to hear.
“Datu…”
“This is me, grovelling, prone, my face on your cunt.”
My tongue is prehensile, and it finds her spot that makes her lose her breath. Quiver. Sweat. Her nails sink into my bloody flesh. My teeth scrape against the bud, her shaking becoming more intense. I pinch her nipple, rolling it around my fingers until they are just as swollen as her clit.
Imagining them engorged with milk makes my cocks jut out on my spot. With one last mouthful of her, I slide my tongue out, rising to suck her tits, stroking myself. They’re so hard it’s painful.
“I need you soaked.”
“What? I already am.”
I smile. “You’re taking both my cocks at the same time.”
Realization dawns upon her.
“Aren’t you a squirter, my sweet? Sit over my face and play with yourself until you come.”
Her scent right now has heightened to the point I’m bathed in it. I don’t wait for her. I lift her up and place myself on her spot. My serpents rearrange themselves so that her cunt hovers above my mouth.
I don’t need to tell her what to do. She finds her clit, riding to find her release. With one hand stroking one cock, I spread her cunt apart, licking her from front to back.
She makes a shocked noise, but I ignore her. I don’t care, and nor should she. Everything of hers is mine, and I will take every single thing. Her body is mine to use, mine to worship, mine to ruin.
She is quick to find her pace, and before I know it, it sounds of wet slapping and my face is dripping with her. I feel more alive than ever.
“You dirty, dirty girl.” I snarl before I lift her off me, setting her down on her hands and knees. “I can fit. I will make it fit.” Without a warning, I slip a finger inside her back hole, stroking it with the same ownership I did with my cocks.
Xiaoyu—in all her inexperience—leans into my touch as if asking for more.
“Take me, take everything.” She moans, face smeared with what my insides sweat.
She does not have to tell me twice. “So fucking eager, aren’t you?” The top cock, is built for pleasure. It comes with the glowing seed she is used to. The other one is for breeding, the one made for her and her alone. Something entirely different from the rest.
I swipe the head of my cock over her wet, puckered asshole.
Pushing in, she makes a choking sound. I adjust my breeding cock so it slips inside her cunt easily.
Easy, it isn’t. I had to coax her into relaxing, massaging her, loosening her by small, miniscule thrusts that feel like my closest equivalent to hell.
Waiting for her to stretch is not ascension. It is descent. A willing damnation. An affliction I will force upon myself to get to the other side—where she waits for me at the bottom.
Xiaoyu can’t fight her body’s chokehold on me, so I change my pace—deepening, quickening until we follow a rhythm. She has not even taken all of me, but I can accept that I may never fully fit inside her in this form.
I cover her back, feeling her warmth against my cold flesh.
“You feel so good.” I bite her shoulder, leaving a mark and leaving trails of me all over her. My mouths are watering all over, especially the one I have right now. It’s not saliva, it’s something else to aid her body’s acceptance of me.
I stop thrusting and straighten, spitting on the cock fed into her ass. I stroke slowly, easing in the lubrication until she releases a rough breath. Finally, Xiaoyu can feel pleasure, not just pain in my claiming.
She throws her head back, a throaty moan coming out of her. “God, you feel so good. All of that thick, massive cock.”
“That’s not all of me…” I sweep my hands over her back, my chest tight with emotion I can’t understand.
“Give me everything, then. I’m not scared.”
“What a brave, daring girl.” My voice rattles in response. Fucking void, she is the sexiest damned woman in all my thousands of years of existence.
My hips snap forward, pushing, drilling until her moans grow louder. It isn’t long before I feel my control break, and I am stuffing her with everything I have. I hold her belly, and it’s bulged ever so slightly, brimming with all the cum and cocks inside her.
“Do you have any idea what’s running down those thighs, my sweet?”
“You, all of you.”
“You and me. Datu and Xiaoyu. I could never have this without you.”
It is awe-inspiring how much my body evolves so quickly to cater to her needs.
Her body—now mine—is ovulating. I am beyond reason as I ride her to completion.
I am not headed to damnation anymore. It’s falling down a tunnel with only her face in sight.
This is where I truly belong. With her and what she is willing to give.
All my life, I knew something was amiss and now I know it had always been her. She scratches me, buries herself into me, and every new scar, every new mark she gives is another thing for me to savor.
Inside me, familiarity does not breed contempt. It just breeds. Multiplies until I feel choked up inside. I know I can never feel the same way ever again.
Not in a millenia. Not even until the end comes.