Chapter 46 #2
It takes me a moment to realize what she means, long enough for her to grab onto a hole in my shirt and pull it apart until the entire thing rips. The material falls to the ground and I’m bare-chested in front of her, my skin streaked with dried blood.
“If that’s how you want to play.” I smile and use two shadows to pull apart her top, too, and when she’s left in her bustier, I lift it over her head and throw it to the side.
“So considerate,” she murmurs. “Thanks. I only had one.”
“I know.” I give her a knowing smile. But it quickly dies on my lips when I see her breasts for the first time.
They’re small but supple, matching her small frame. Her nipples are a light pink that deepens into a red in the middle.
My mouth is already watering at the sight of them.
“You can touch,” she says, taking my hand and placing it on her right breast. Her skin is so warm and soft.
A groan escapes me as I flick my thumb over her nipple. Shivers go down her body and she lets out a small sigh as she pushes her chest further into my touch.
My cock is so hard, the head’s poking over the band of my pants, already leaking.
Her eyes dip to that area, widening slightly in alarm before curiosity takes over.
“Take off your pants,” she says in a low voice.
I don’t wait to be told twice. I pull them off me and throw them to the side, now fully naked in front of her.
She stands there, watching me intently. Her tongue peeks out to lick her lip as she zeroes in on my cock.
“Are you sure immortals and mortals are physically compatible?” She murmurs. “I don’t know how that’s going to fit.”
“Only one way to find out,” I reply smoothly as I hook my fingers onto the band of her pants and pull them down together with her underwear. She steps out of them, but when she finds herself naked in front of me, some of her bravado from before disappears.
She glances away and uses her arms to cover her private parts.
“Moe,” I say as I cup her cheeks. “We don’t have to do anything right now if you don’t want to.”
She shakes her head. “No. It’s not that. It’s just that… I’ve never been naked like this in front of anyone. It’s a little…weird.”
“That makes two of us.”
She raises her brows in question. “You’ve never…”
“No.” I lean forward and press my lips against hers. “Not this.” Then I trail my fingers down her body, following along with my mouth until I reach her breasts. “Not this either,” I say as I take her nipple in my mouth and suck.
She arches her back, her fingers diving deep in my hair.
“Ah,” she whispers. “That feels amazing.”
I smile against her skin as I move to the other breast and lavish it with the same attention.
My abilities start running rampant as shadows act without me speaking—they listen to my deepest instincts as they lift us in the air and carefully lay us on the bed.
She lands softly on her back, the bed dipping under our combined weight. My mouth doesn’t leave her skin even for a second.
I continue trailing wet kisses all over her stomach, moving lower and lower until…
She stiffens. My hands are on her hips, my fingers digging into her ass as my face hovers over her core.
“Uhm, Nyk?”
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“I think you know what I want to do,” I murmur, my breath fanning over her pubic bone. “You’ve read about it in that last book.”
“Uh, what?” She squeaks.
“You think I wouldn’t be curious to see what you read?”
Her face turns an even deeper red as she turns her head to the side in embarrassment.
“You… want to do that to me?” Her voice comes out soft and small, almost uncertain.
“I’d love nothing more.”
Her scent is already filling my nostrils, sweeter than any cake I’ve ever had.
She parts her legs, fitting them over my shoulders in silent approval.
I inhale deeply. I’ve always loved the smell of her—the only thing I’ve ever associated with home. But this? This is pure heaven.
Nuzzling my face against her wet folds, I press an open-mouth kiss right at her core. The taste catches me by surprise. It’s sweet and almost fruity and the moment her arousal coats my tongue, my cock nearly doubles in size.
Her hips bolt off the mattress. Her hands are back in my hair, digging into my scalp as she presses my face deeper into her.
“Ah, Nyk. That. Do that again.”
I don’t know exactly what she’s referring to, but I lay another kiss there, employing the same technique I did when I was kissing her other lips. It seems to work. Her body’s moving wildly, her legs squeezing my head and caging me in.
And when I suck on a particular bud, she lets out a loud moan and pulls my hair even tighter—I think she might have torn some clumps.
Her cries of pleasure intensify the more I suck and nibble on her bud. I apply more pressure on it and that’s when her entire body starts spasming. Her grip on me becomes tighter, rougher, but that pain tells me I’m doing something right.
Fuck yes!
Her arousal floods my mouth and I lick every drop, consuming every little thing she has to give me. And when her tremors finally subside, I move slowly up her body.
She holds her arms open for me to nestle in between them. She reaches for me, her lips on mine, tasting herself on me.
My hand is on her ass as I bend her leg so my hips fit perfectly between her legs.
She pulls back, her eyes focused on me.
I cup her cheek with my other hand, my thumb tracing her swollen lip.
“I love you. I’ve been in love with you for so long,” I confess. “I—”
“Shh.” She presses her finger against my mouth. “I love you too, Nyk.” She tilts her hips so that my cock is in alignment with her opening. “Do it. Make me yours.”
I smile and kiss her finger. “You’ve always been mine. But now I’m yours, too.”
Slowly, I enter her. It’s a tight fit at first. Her features strain with discomfort as I push forward bit by bit.
My breathing is out of control as I do my best to not mess this up—to not go too fast, too rough. It’s probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. The heat of her body surrounding me… The tightness of her sex as she squeezes me…
Fuck… I don’t know how I’m going to do this…
“Do it,” she commands, moving her hands to my ass and pressing forward.
With one powerful thrust, I’m all the way inside her.
We both moan at the same time.
This is it. This is why I was born—why I was spawned into existence. To end up here. Inside this female—to worship this female.
“Ah, Moe,” I close my eyes as I rasp. “If you only knew what you do to me.”
“I think you do the same to me,” she whispers. “This feels…” she smiles softly. “Strange but perfect at the same time? It’s hard to describe it.”
“Are you in any pain? Any discomfort?”
“You’re a little big but I think I’m getting used to it.” She wiggles her hips. “Move a little?”
I withdraw just a bit and thrust back inside her. She releases a high pitched moan as she wraps her arms around my back.
“Yes. Just like that. Don’t hold back.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I whisper as I slowly move within her.
“Don’t hold back, Nyk.” This time her voice has an edge to it. “I’m not just a mortal anymore. I can take it. I can take anything you give me.”
“I know but—“
“Do it.”
At her fierce command, my body can only obey. I withdraw all the way, until the tip of my cock rests just outside her entrance, then slam the entire length inside of her.
“Agh!” She cries out, not in pain but pleasure.
Instinct takes over as my thrusts become wild and uncontrolled, each time going deeper.
She holds onto me, urging me on, telling me to go faster, harder.
My canines itch and become elongated.
Before I know it, I reach for her side of the neck where her vein throbs the strongest. The sharpness of my teeth penetrate her skin just as my cock thrusts ruthlessly into her sex.
Her nails dig into my skin, her eyes rolling back in the back of her head as I start drinking from her.
With every drop, pure power flows into my body. It makes me lightheaded and inebriated.
It’s almost like someone else takes possession of me. Gone is the careful male who worried about disrespecting the object of his affection. In his stead is a new male focused only on pleasing his female—whatever it takes.
I grab roughly onto her hips and bring her flush against me. Rising on my knees, I sink deeper into her core, at a different angle.
She’s still on her back, now her hands tangled in the sheets, her face covered in sweat and tears.
One of my shadows drops a knife onto my waiting hand. Without hesitation, I slash a clean line across my chest, watching as blood immediately drips to my abdomen, to the base of my cock before mixing with her wet arousal as I push it inside her.
“Drink,” I tell her in a voice I barely recognize as my own.
She blinks at me but doesn’t protest when I pull her head to my open wound. She gulps down greedily, licking it clean even as the wound closes.
“You’re mine, Moe,” I say, gripping her jaw. “You’ll always be mine.”
“Yes, yes,” she agrees happily, leaning forward to kiss me, a mix of blood and saliva and more blood.
One hand wrapped around her waist, I switch our positions so I’m on my back and she’s on top of me.
Her breasts bounce beautifully every time she slides up and down my cock.
Although at first she seems unsure about this position, she soon finds her rhythm, treating me and my cock as her own personal toys.
“That’s it. That’s my girl,” I say in a thick voice. Her face is tight, her teeth biting her lower lip as she chases that elusive pleasure. Mine is near too, but I hold it in, wanting to watch her come first.
Hands on my shoulders, she moves up and down my cock. And as she leans in to kiss me, her sex squeezes me so tight, I almost pass out.
“Ah, Nyk,” she whispers against my mouth. “I never dreamed…” she doesn’t finish her sentence as she starts clamping down on my cock. Her climax is so strong, tears start running down her cheeks as she roughly holds onto me.
Only then do I let myself go. I hold onto her ass, kneading her flesh as I thrust once, twice, before I spend myself inside of her.
She collapses on top of me, barely able to move.
My cock still twitches inside of her, but even I am frozen. We look into each other’s eyes.
There are no words to be shared, nothing that could add more to this moment than we already know.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms. I wait for her soft sighs before I allow myself to sleep, exhaustion finally claiming me after today’s events.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I awake with her on top of me. My sight is hazy as I slowly come to my senses.
Her hands are on my already hard cock as she positions it to her entrance.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watch her arch her back and ride me harder, her palms cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples.
“Nyk,” she moans my name. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
I grab onto her hips, one hand spread across her belly as I feel my length hitting deep within.
She undulates from side to side, the tip of my cock molding to her skin.
Potent pleasure fires through my veins. She squeezes me so hard, my lids flutter shut as my breathing intensifies. The more she does it, the harder it is to stop myself from spilling inside of her.
Suddenly, she stops and clenches her walls until my control snaps. I come, the climax so strong, I lose all thought.
She nestles to my side, her hand on my chest even though I’m still inside her.
“Good boy,” she murmurs.
Something freezes inside of me. The voice isn’t coming from my side—it’s coming from above, from the person I’m still inside of.
I open my eyes with a start. There, on top of me, still fucking herself on me is her.
She’s smirking at me, full of satisfaction.
I slowly turn my head to the side and horror grips me. At my side is Moe, with her head on my shoulder, sleeping peacefully.
Then this… that female is…
“Don’t squirm,” she murmurs as she snaps her fingers and whatever control I had over my body disappears.
I can no longer move, and any effort to do so elicits more knowing smiles from her.
“We don’t want to wake up your lover, do we?” she whispers as she moves closer to me, her face hovering over mine. “What would she say then? If she saw you fucking another?”
I try to speak but I can’t. Nothing works as I’m trapped in my own body. I can only stare at her.
Who is she? Why does she look like Moe?
Who—
Another snap of her fingers, and memories flood me—everything she’s done in the past while wearing Moe’s face.
I move my eyes wildly around—the only thing I have control over.
“Shh, just pretend I’m her. You’re so good at that anyway.”
She presses her lips at the corner of my mouth in a soft kiss—far softer than her words. “Come on, don’t be shy. We have the same face, anyway. You can lie to yourself that I’m her so it doesn’t feel like cheating.”
I’m drenched in sweat by the time I wake up. A nightmare. Just a nightmare. Yet within seconds, although the feeling of horror remains, all particularities about that bad dream disappear.
I frown to myself. What was it…
“Moe?” I call out her name instinctively, stretching my arm to find her in bed. But the only thing I touch is cold, empty sheets.
“Moe?” I repeat, this time getting out of bed and looking all around the room. She’s nowhere to be seen.
Panic engulfs me. I quickly put on some clothes and run out of the room, letting my senses extend for hundreds of steps in each direction to find her. My shadows instinctively follow my commands, twisting, turning and moving like an army of minions.
They ransack the markets, the obelisks, the ruins. Until…
I let out a sigh of relief as I run toward her location. She’s just outside the food market. But as I get closer to her, I realize she’s not alone.
She’s laughing at something her companion says, her face full of happiness and mirth.
“Nyk! There you are!” She waves at me when she spots me.
I slow down and then come to a halt in front of them.
“You…” I grit out, the anger from before resurfacing a hundred fold.
“Oh, don’t worry. She’s not our enemy, Nyk! I met her by chance and thanked her for everything. She’s so nice, she said she’s been marked for a Culling before, too, and that’s why she saved us.”
I stare at her in shock. Just what the hell is she planning by approaching my Moe? Something nefarious, no doubt.
My hands ball into fists as I barely control myself to not attack her—regardless of the fact that I’m no match for her strength.
“Is that so,” I mutter in a low, aggrieved tone.
“This is Nyk, my—” she pauses as she meets my eyes, her cheeks suddenly reddening.
“Her mate,” I say curtly.
“This is Lis.” Moe gestures excitedly toward the pale-haired female. “Lis p’Era.”