Reshina
Arthur fucked me until I couldn’t stand. My legs shook and still he took me again, laughing with me when I fell to the floor, slipping inside me anyway because I begged him to.
As if he was marking me, he came inside me again and again, each time more wild than the last. Each one of my releases was the one I thought would kill me, pulsing around his cock so hard, my body wouldn’t let go of him, even as I lay there shaking, crying out for more of his hands, his palms, his fingertips pressing into my skin.
We fucked in the corridors.
We fucked on the dining hall table, a shocked Piffle squeaking and running the other way whenever he happened upon us.
We fucked on the stairs leading to the surface, in his bed, in mine, on the floor in the library in front of the fire.
Days passed into weeks, and I knew only the feel of him between my legs.
Only the length of his tongue following the length of my body in an obsession now coursing through us both.
When we remembered to nourish our spent bodies, I refused to let him eat with his own hands, giving him every bite, kissing him soundly when I decided he was done—when his rest from me had been long enough.
He claimed me over every surface, and though I saw the feral Beast in him many times, he did not let him out, keeping me over or underneath him from morning to night.
By the time he fucked me against the doors to the library, I’d marked him too. By then, my own teeth marred the skin of his neck and though he healed almost as quickly as me, I was sure to keep leaving the bruises from my mouth along his skin.
I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping his back as he thrust into me so hard against the doors, I saw stars.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream and tear through the world because finally, I had been given no other choice than to take what I wanted.
We had nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. We had each other.
We had long, luxurious days of oral pleasure and fast, wild nights of two lovers, two creatures, without limits.
Two weeks into our craze, he surfaced to let the Beast roam.
I followed, refusing to let him leave me.
The Beast chased me down, relinquishing to Arthur, half Beast, half man as we fell through the earth, my skirts pulled high around my waist, freeing his cock through rock and dirt before we’d even hit the stone floors of the Underrealm.
I rode him the moment we hit, raking my nails down his chest, laughing at where we’d landed. There, before the carved stone statue of his father, I fucked him loud and hard, with the sheer abandonment of every reason not to, choosing Arthur. Choosing myself.
He lifted my hips, pounding into me, the pads of his fingertips digging into my skin hard enough to leave bruises.
I tilted my head back and laughed, relishing in the mix of the pleasure and the pain.
I screamed his name as I came, him following quickly after.
Slumped over his chest, I panted, kissing my way up his neck and to his lips where he joined me in mirth.
“What would your father say?” I giggled.
He turned his head, eyeing the great statue of the hall. “He’d be angry it was you I chose to bring into this curse.”
“Chose?” I slid to the side of him, wrapped in his arms. “Your Majesty, I found my own way into this mess.”
“Mmm,” he hummed, sliding his fingers through my hair and bringing my mouth to his.
“What mess is this?” He maneuvered his body over mine, slipping one of his glorious hands between my thighs, stroking his fingers up my center before ending in a slap.
I squealed at the sharp bite of pleasure and sting of pain.
“Do you think you can manage to be any louder? Let my father hear you in his grave. Let him suffer beyond the Veil, knowing I fucked the Ravenfae Goddess under his monument to himself.”
As it was, I could be louder.
Three times through.