Chapter Seven #3
“Such a juicy piece of fruit,” I sigh, biting down softly, drawing out her squeaks and moans, feeling her buck and flail against my face.
“And this is how I want you to look—wrapped thoroughly in my embrace. No part of you hidden from me,” I murmur, tongue more tender now, licking and lapping slowly.
“I can tell you like this. The question is, can I do a good enough job to make you reach your peak? Or will you want me inside of you?”
“Inside. Inside either way,” she begs. Her hands are free, and she reaches for me, grabbing me and reminding me how powerful she is.
With just one weak mortal hand, she can tame or retrain a dangerous creature like me.
She doesn’t need thick coils of muscles or mystical powers.
Just a short cry from her lips and the touch of her hand can steer me like a ship. I don’t think she knows it.
I don’t know if I should tell her.
Yet.
I bury my face against her again, lapping, licking, the first taste I’ve had of a woman in so long.
Even then, I never dared indulge myself so thoroughly, but being inhuman erases so many silly mortal fears about right and wrong.
As I suck greedily on her clitoris, I send a shadowy tentacle slipping into the tight little opening between her cheeks, listening to her startled gulp become a long, slow moan as I turn from shadow to solid while filling her.
“Lucius, I never—”
“Nor have I. In this form, I’m a virgin, and you’re my first. In this form, I’m imposing and powerful, but all you have to do is whisper a request, and I yield. Empress,” I lick my way up past her curls, over her navel, and to the soft, full hills of her breast, sucking greedily when I land.
“What? I’m not powerful. I’m so weak, and everyone’s been telling me I can’t do this alone, I have to—”
“Romans do nothing alone. We move in legions, we conquer together, not separately. But we follow one voice of command. If you were in my time, Agatha, you would be that voice—and I would be your legion.”
“I WANT YOU INSIDE OF me. And I want you to stay inside of me until I come,” I command.
“Yes, my liege. My love,” he purrs, eyes glowing with eagerness.
Lucius kneels between my parted thighs and runs loving fingers across the pussy he just plundered, withdrawing slowly from where filled me, leaving me tingling with new sensations.
I can finally see what I was rocking against the other night—a fat, thick rod of purplish black, almost a lavender at the arrow-like tip. Lucius fists it slowly, and his hand fits around it snugly.
That thing looks like it might possibly break a pelvis. “Lucius...”
“I’m adjustable, my sweet.” He smiles and squeezes it down to a shorter length, then stretches out until it’s long and thin.
“I’m a thing of shadows. Shadows rise and fall, shorten and lengthen.
I’m going to fill you perfectly—then stretch you to your limits.
And you’ll command me to do so, Agatha. You’ll find such pleasure at being so full,” he whispers as he leans down close to me, bodies soon flush against one another.
His cock slips inside me easily as he kisses my throat, then surges in and starts to grow as he pushes himself up over me, letting me admire the cage of his muscular chest and arms. “You will prove your strength. Test your limits. Many a queen must walk the line between pain and pleasure, but none so regally as my Agatha.”
What’s crazy about this is how sure he sounds and how much I believe him.
My thighs hook over the back of his shadowy mass, feeling like I’m being cushioned in clouds while his cock slowly pumps in and out.
Lucius stays still, not grunting and heaving against me as he works his hips in and out.
His cock simply pistons, pushing into me a little deeper each time.
“Bigger,” I whisper. I want to feel what it’s like to be stuffed full.
“Mm, gladly. I love the feel of your walls convulsing on me when they stretch. Each time, a delicate little flutter—and then the vise.” He chuckles and obeys, swelling inside of me slowly, letting me adjust, coming back bigger on each thrust until my eyes roll back and my teeth grit.
I’m about to ask him to shrink when a pair of smoky tentacles latch onto my clit, one sucking in circles and the other pushing it back and forth, mimicking the preferred motion of my fingers.
“Did you watch me read and play with myself?” I demand, eyes suddenly wide.
“Oh, yes. At least twice. And what’s more... I’ll show you a trick later if you like.”
“What trick?”
“I can mirror anything you want me to. Even you. Would you like to bury your face between your own thighs? Suck the sweetness from your slit so you can see what I’m talking about? I can do that for you, Aggie.”
“Mirror whatever I— Mirror.” I look past him and see the mirror on the wall is now flat and gray, like slate with no reflectiveness to it. “You came from the mirror!” I cry.
“I did.”
“You were the thing I saw, the me without the cat!”
“Tch,” Lucius clucks his tongue. “You would bring up the one accident I had in ten centuries.”
“I’m not going crazy! I’m getting better! I am, I am, I am!” I squeal, hugging him hard around the neck, pulling him deeper into me.
“You aren’t angry?”
“Maybe later,” I whisper, biting softly on his ear and running my hand through the wavy white hair on his head.
“I’m sorry if I displeased you. I’ll gladly serve a penance,” he teases, expanding in me one more time, his tip pushing against my cervix.
There’s a jolt of pain that slowly subsides as he shifts, each push combined with the delicious friction on my clit. The clouds that held my thighs are now strong coils of flesh, rippling and licking. Lucius grunts and strains now, a drop of silver trailing down his brow.
“Come with me?” I beg as the momentum builds.
“Just after,” he promises.
I’m losing what little control I had, but it’s nothing to the physical manifestation that Lucius’ impending climax has.
He’s literally going to pieces, but all the pieces are swallowing me, wrapping me in stormy, thrashing black, with lapping tentacles and kissing shadows, enveloping me outside and forcing me to the limits of fullness inside, making me—
“Ahhhh!” My cry is long and sharp and satisfied. A war cry of release when it happens, all the pleasure they talk about in books colliding inside me and washing over the surface.
Lucius bursts while my walls clamp and slurp on him, milking him dry. I feel him pop like a water balloon, the thick rod emptying inside of me and a torrent of slick wetness filling me.