CHAPTER 23 #2
“Killian…” she rasps wantonly.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, little umbra,” I parrot her earlier mock. “It’s my time to torture you, love. Be a good girl and let me feast.”
Aimee
Sucking Shadow Killian just moments ago has been a religious experience. I worshiped on my knees, praying to his misty altar with my lips and tongue, like a fucking deviant zealot.
Feeling Killian’s cool breath on my entrance right now? How he laps my slit in languid circles, smirking, swirling his tongue like he’s eating a goddamn sweet frozen treat? It’s fucking cathartic.
I’ve always laughed at the idea of having an out-of-body experience, the thought ludicrous in my mind.
But, as his double reaches between my legs, teasing my clit with playful touches, and as Killian flattens his tongue, dragging his piercing excruciatingly slow through my folds—I’m suddenly a believer!
“Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods!” I pant and moan, feeling every nerve ending in my body as it catches on fire.
“No Gods here, little umbra, except for me and my shadows,” Killian mumbles against my flesh.
He plunges his tongue inside me, like a ravenous beast gorging on the best, most succulent piece of meat he’s ever had the chance to devour, and my vision goes blurry.
I remember when he’d arrogantly stated that I’ll one day be thanking the heavens and the underworld for his skills, and damn it, I do!
Killian and his shadows are ruining me to such a degree that I might as well become a nun after this, because no male can ever bring me to the brink of insanity like he does, like they can. But no monastery would accept among its ranks a harlot that wears her sins like a badge of pride.
Moan after moan slips my lips as Killian fucks me with his unholy tongue.
And when he bites down on my pussy, his fangs piercing the skin just enough to draw blood, I explode like a supernova threatening to swallow the entire universe whole.
Tingles wash over me in drowning waves, and I scream his name over and over again, like a perverted litany.
I slump against Shadow Killian, my body spent, my legs going limp. I crash and burn; the letdown after that high, almost unbearable. I’m trembling in withdrawal, my body addicted to the rapture only Killian can bring me.
He’s lapping my juices up, licking me clean of arousal and just a trickle of blood. His eyes are feral, trimmed with the slightest shade of red, and his chest rumbles low and menacing.
“Your flavor is the best Akaoridamn thing I’ve ever tasted, little umbra. One day soon, I’ll sip your blood like the fucking ambrosia that it is.” He growls as he moves further up on the bed, and I can barely whimper in response. My thighs are drenched all over again.
“You’re magnificent, Aimee. My personal narcotic, crafted by Akaori herself to torment and enslave me.
” He nudges my entrance with the crown of his cock, slowly rubbing himself in my wetness.
My juices have slid down my slit towards my ass, and I feel his double coating himself in them too.
“You’re a drug I don’t want a cure for, a numbing poison and a thrilling elixir, all wrapped up in voluptuous exaltation.
A gospel only my body knows how to sing. ”
“Killian,” I whine, as all other words have vanished from my brain. The only thing I can repeat over and over again is this vampire’s moniker. A creature of darkness, with blood on his hands and filthy poetry in his very soul.
I wriggle my hips between them, searching for the friction my body craves, and that they’re both so willing to give. In two swift, coordinated movements, they enter me at the same time, and I scream in pleasure and pain.
I feel every inch that fills me up, each sensation they wring out of me, and it’s almost—almost—too much to endure.
They establish a steady rhythm of push and pull, one filling me up as the other withdraws, their cocks chasing each other out in me like the sun and moon that never meet over the great expanse of the sky.
I’m no longer a female, no longer a being made of flesh and bones, but pure sensation of sunlight, moonlight and ecstasy.
And yet it’s not nearly enough, never enough.
I need more of them in me, more of us blending together as one in flesh, shadows and blood.
Killian seems to sense my need just from my hitching breaths, and as he wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing the air out of me, he switches his pace.
They’re now pushing inside me at the same time, their cocks, his lengths, battling each other for divine supremacy.
I can feel them both through my thin walls, prodding in unison, and the feeling brings me ever closer to my climax.
He lowers his head to my breasts, nipping, biting my nipple, just as a shadowy hand twists the other nipple excruciatingly slow.
It’s finally too much! The biting, the rolling, the penetrating feel of them, and my constricting airways make me shatter with the loudest, glass-cracking howl.
I see stars, black holes, galaxies imploding and exploding—the entire fucking cosmos—behind my closed eyelids.
My walls clench around them hard, as the orgasm to end all orgasms devastates me.
I’m spasming, milking their cocks dry, and Killian is soon to follow, clenching his hand around my neck tighter, and spilling inside me violently.
He falls forward onto me, and we lie there in blissful serenity, as his shadows vanish from behind me, returning on his chest as inky, swirling tattoos.
“Fuck, baby, I think we’ve just ruined each other for all eternity,” I rasp sleepily, and he chuckles against my cheek before pecking my lips tenderly.
“I’d rather be ruined by you, sweet umbra, than unharmed in a world without you.”
“Such a bard,” I sigh, my eyes heavy with exhaustion.
I fall asleep cocooned in his arms, safe and happy, for the first time in…probably forever.
“You never learn your lesson, filth, do you? How many times do I have to drill into that empty head of yours…You’re nothing and deserve nothing! You’re the bacteria swimming in the filth on the back of my shoe. A worthless whore, unworthy of love, unworthy of him!”