Chapter 31 Thirty-Six Hours #2
My body tenses with pleasure, muscles coiling like a tightly wound spring ready to snap. I feel myself teetering on the edge of release, each lick and suck twisting my inner muscles and building pressure at my lower stomach.
I can’t decide if I want him to stop pausing his tongue’s ministrations to speak, or if I want him to never stop talking like this to me.
He nips my clit and my hips buck. "Always wet for pain, for pleasure, for your monster. Perhaps your neighbor is right, little Evie. Are you my little whore?"
I swallow hard.
His tone turns cold and hard. "Say it."
"I’m y-your little whore." I’m riding the edge of release and it has me trembling. His words have me dripping.
I’m exalted by the feeling of him possessing me, claiming me. I’ll be whatever he wants me to be as long as I’m his.
Again, I viciously think how the Nexus could never be the good little whore for him the way I am.
"This is just the beginning," he whispers against my throbbing core. His voice is laced with equal parts possessiveness and sadistic pleasure. "I will break you, mold you into something even more twisted and perverse than you believed yourself capable."
A tendril of shadow wraps around my clit and squeezes it mercilessly. His tongue pushes into me, elongating unnaturally until I feel it push up the furthest wall inside me. A half-strangled cry wrenches out of my throat.
His lips curl upward around his open mouth. Another shadow tendril swirls around my back side, parting my ass cheeks. A third tentacle plays next to his tongue before sweeping my wet desire toward my rear. It circles my puckered hole until I’m coated from front to back.
Oh God, is he really going to—
A tentacle penetrates my asshole and I throw my head back as I clench in shock and pleasure.
The tentacle grows and grows even as it slides in and out of me, pumping in time to his tongue which also seems to swell inside me.
The pressure, the friction is almost too much.
Sweat coats my body. My stomach tightens and my pussy clamps down.
His dark chuckle vibrates through both his tongue and his tentacle.
I’m on the verge of breaking into tiny pieces, when his tongue pulls away. I cry out in protest.
"You are going to break for me, Evie." His tone is firm and menacing. "You are going to come so hard your bones threaten to shatter, and I will lap up every last sweet drop of your cum."
"Ungh." Only unintelligible grunts escape me.
"Say it," he snaps. At the same time, a shadow tendril snaps painfully against my clit.
"Y-you’ll break me."
Then that tongue plunges back into me, kicking up into a ferocious rhythm as he licks me inside out, making sounds as if I were the most delicious meal he’s ever known.
The tendril in my ass has grown impossibly huge as he violates me from both ends until I don’t even know my own name.
The small wrapping around my clit shakes and vibrates with shocking force.
My thighs tremble and I clamp down around his tongue as I scream, my back nearly breaking while I come like an avalanche. Wetness rushes out around my thighs, into his mouth, and drips onto my bed. His tendril slips out of my ass and I instantly want it back.
"Fuck," he growls into me, lapping up every bit. "My delicious fucking little monster."
I try to make words but my tongue won’t work. It’s too thick and confused about what to do. Finally, I get out. "I want you inside me."
Still licking up my outer lips with far too much smug satisfaction, his eyes narrow. Then Shadow kisses me with possessive wantonness, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. It is so erotic, I gush a little more.
"Beg me," he growls against my lips.
"Please fuck me with your cock, Shadow."
"‘Cause I’m your little whore," he instructs.
"‘Cause I’m your little whore." My thighs shake almost violently as I say the words.
And then he’s pushing inside me. My scream is cut off by his size filling me up to my throat.
But he’s primed me until I’m a dripping wet slide for him to bury his cock into. His size is still a shock, but I’ve dreamed of it so much since that night in the park that I welcome the pain of him stretching me.
He pries my bandages away and licks at my chest, healing the wounds from the park.
Shadow’s pace is punishing and I claw through his perfect scaled shoulders until I feel wetness pool around my nails. I fucking love every moment.
My orgasm is right there, on the tip of my brain, on the edge of my clit, on top of his mushroom-head cock. I’m moments from tumbling, shattering, melting all over him.
Then his cock is ripped from my body with shocking abruptness. My feet hit the floor, but he’s still holding me up. Otherwise, I’d collapse on useless knees. Blood redistributes in my head, making me dizzy.
Shadow’s focus is no longer on me, his head is cocked to the side, blood-red eyes narrowed in suspicion. He senses something.
"They’re coming."
I don’t know who they are, but all I feel is pissed off that I’m not coming. That he’s not exploding inside me.
"The Guard," he sneers.
Reality breaks through my overly wrought body and lust-filled mind. Shadow’s in danger. "I must go," he says.
"Shadow," I cry, trying to grab him as he begins to melt back toward the darkness under my bed. Forced to support themselves now, my legs instantly fail and I end up catching the edge of the bed before I end up in a heap on the floor.
And then I’m alone again.
I want to scream in frustration.
I don’t care what he says about his world being toxic. I want to go with him. Be with him. Protect him the way he protects me. Unravel him the way he does to me.
Something inside me hardens at the thought this will be my life forevermore.
Trapped in a human world I have lost the stomach for, while he runs for his life in a realm I can’t touch.
Will he come back after having eaten too many monster hearts again?
Will it overtake his reasoning mind until I lose him or until he kills me?
There is no happy ending here. Either I’ll languish in my world, or he’ll end me in his pursuit to protect the Nexus.
I feel part of my black soul disintegrate into ashen dust. Meanness fills me. Anger, hot and unyielding fills me like a cauldron of lava.
Shadow is right. He’s twisting me, changing me. I thought I was a monster before, but I’m finally embracing the darkness in a way I’ve somehow held off for so long.
I’m finally becoming the monster I’ve always claimed to be.
And Lord help anyone who tests the depths of my darkness.