Chapter 37
The Shadow’s Claim
K aan
Her cunt still pulses around nothing as I hold her slick body against my chest, our ragged breathing the only sound louder than the orgy raging below.
Sweat slicks our skin, her juices coat my fingers, and I can smell her arousal mixing with the copper-sweet scent of blood from the garden’s violent pleasures.
“Fuck, the way you screamed my name,” I growl against her throat, my voice raw with possession. “Every demon in this realm knows who owns this perfect cunt now.”
My teeth find her pulse point, biting hard enough to mark while she trembles against me. The poison is gone—burned away by her light—and my shadows surge with pure, hungry darkness instead of corruption. They want to touch, to claim, to remind her exactly what belongs to them.
“Look at you,” I snarl, pulling back to drink in her debauched state. “Dripping down your thighs, lips swollen from screaming. My perfect little whore.”
Her golden eyes blaze with heat that has nothing to do with shame and everything to do with the way her thighs clench at my crude words. Through our restored bond, I feel her hunger—raw, desperate, endless.
“More,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I need more, Kaan. I need you to fucking ruin me.”
Then she does something with her light magic, she brushes her light over my shaft, and after I realise that she has done some sort of cleansing spell, and then she gives me a knowing smirk.
Before I can say anything, Nesilhan drops to her knees like she’s worshipping at an altar, and maybe she fucking is. Her small hands settle on my thighs.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” she breathes, staring up at me with eyes that burn gold in the darkness. “I want to taste myself on you while I suck you clean.”
Her crude words make my dick twitch, precum beading at the tip. “Look at my perfect little cocksucker,” I growl, fisting her hair and pulling her head back. “So desperate to service your husband. Show me how much you missed having your throat fucked.”
She whimpers at my rough handling, and I feel her cunt clench through our bond. She’s always been my perfect contradiction—light magic and assassin’s training, diplomatic grace and a whore’s hunger for degradation.
“Go ahead, askim ,” I encourage, my thumb tracing her lower lip. “Show me what that beautiful mouth can do.”
She presses a reverent kiss to the head of my cock, her tongue darting out to taste the salt gathered there. The sensation makes me groan, my grip tightening in her hair as she begins to work in earnest.
“Fuck, just like that,” I breathe as she takes me deeper, her lips stretching around my girth. “You remember exactly how I like it, don’t you?”
She hums in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through my system. Her hands work what her mouth can’t take, stroking with perfect pressure while her tongue works magic along my length.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, my free hand tracing the line of her jaw as she works. “Taking me so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to worship your husband’s cock.”
The crude words make her moan around me, her thighs rubbing together as wetness builds between her legs. Through the bond, I feel her arousal spiking, fed by my praise and the filthy things I’m whispering.
Now that the poison is gone, my shadows respond to my desires with pure eagerness. Dark tendrils creep across the balcony floor, reaching for her kneeling form with silk-soft caresses. She gasps as they find her, wrapping around her thighs, her waist, teasing at the wetness between her legs.
“Oh,” she breathes, pulling back to look up at me with wonder. “They’re not cold anymore.”
“The poisonous darkness is gone,” I confirm, watching as my shadows caress her skin with reverent attention. “Now they can touch you the way they were meant to—with love instead of hunger.”
One tendril slips between her thighs, stroking through her folds with delicate precision. She cries out, her back arching as pleasure crashes through her.
“Don’t stop sucking,” I command, guiding her mouth back to my cock. “Let my shadows play while you show me how much you’ve missed tasting me.”
She obeys eagerly, taking me deeper while my shadows work between her legs. They tease her clit, circle her entrance, drive her higher and higher while she services me with devoted enthusiasm.
“Perfect,” I groan, watching her struggle to concentrate as my shadows bring her closer to the edge. “My perfect little queen, so desperate to please. You love this, don’t you? Love being used while I praise you.”
She nods frantically, tears of pleasure gathering in her eyes as the dual stimulation threatens to overwhelm her. My shadows curl around her nipples, pinch and tease while others continue their work between her thighs.
“Come for me,” I order, my voice rough with approaching climax. “Come while my cock is in your mouth. Let me feel you fall apart.”
The command sends her over the edge. She sobs around my length as orgasm crashes through her, her body convulsing with the force of it. The sight of her coming apart, the feel of her pleasure through our bond, triggers my own release.
“Swallow,” I growl, holding her head steady as I spill down her throat. “Take everything I give you.”
She does, drinking me down with eager submission while my shadows continue to stroke her trembling form. When I finally release her, she sits back on her heels, lips swollen and eyes glazed with satisfaction.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, helping her to her feet. “You did so well for me, hatun. ”
She leans into my touch, boneless with pleasure. “Thank you, my lord.”
The formal address makes possessive heat flare in my chest. “Come,” I say, gathering her into my arms. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Shadows wrap around us both, and I transport us directly to our wedding chamber.
I can’t wait to get out of this cursed realm—tomorrow we’ll return to the Shadow Court, where I can claim her properly in our own domain.
But tonight, in this chamber decorated with dark silks and precious stones, I’ll remind her exactly who she belongs to.
The poison is gone, burned away by her light, and for the first time in centuries, I feel like myself again. No darkness clouding my thoughts, no silver fire eating at my control. Just pure, focused hunger and a bed large enough to accommodate every depraved thing I plan to do to my wife.
I’m going to ruin her completely. Break her apart with pleasure until she forgets everything but my name.
I set her down gently next to the bed, then step back to admire her dishevelled state. Her hair is mussed from my hands, her lips swollen from sucking my cock, her gown hanging off one shoulder in a way that makes her look thoroughly debauched.
“Turn around,” I command softly. “Slowly.”
She obeys, presenting her back to me with graceful submission. I approach with assessing patience, my hands settling on her shoulders with possessive weight.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” I ask, my voice a dark whisper against her ear.
“Tell me,” she breathes, leaning back against my chest.
“First,” I say, my fingers finding the fastenings of her gown, “I’m going to remove every piece of clothing from your beautiful body. Slowly. Until you’re naked and trembling for me.”
The gown slides down her arms, pooling at her feet in a whisper of silk. Underneath, she wears only a thin shift that does nothing to hide the changes pregnancy has brought to her form.
“Then,” I continue, my hands skimming over the gossamer fabric, “I’m going to lay you down on our bed and worship every inch of your skin. Your breasts, so full and sensitive now. Your belly, round with our child. Your thighs, soft and perfect for spreading wide.”
She shivers as the shift follows her gown to the floor, leaving her naked except for silk stockings that barely reach her thighs.
“And then,” I growl, my hands settling on her hips with bruising intensity, “I’m going to fuck you until you scream. Until you remember exactly who you belong to. Until all of Kara Cehennem knows that you’re mine.”
My crude words make her breath catch, arousal flooding our bond with molten heat. “Kaan…”
“But first,” I say, spinning her to face me, “I want you to tell me what you remember. Do you recall our first night in the eastern wing? When I blindfolded you with shadows and fucked you so hard the stone walls cracked?”
Her eyes widen with recognition, cheeks flushing pink. “Yes,” she whispers. “The servants thought it was an earthquake. We had to move to different chambers for three days while they repaired the damage.”
“And do you remember,” I continue, backing her toward the bed, “how you begged me not to stop? How you came so hard you forgot your own name?”
“I remember,” she says, her voice growing breathless as her legs hit the mattress. “I remember everything now.”
“Good,” I growl, my shadows beginning to stir with eager anticipation. “Because tonight, I’m going to make you forget it all over again.”
She falls back onto the bed with graceful surrender, her naked form spread before me like an offering. The sight of her—flushed and wanting, heavy with my child, looking at me with complete trust despite everything we’ve endured—makes something primal and possessive roar to life in my chest.
“My shadows missed you,” I tell her, watching as dark tendrils begin to creep across the bed. “They want to touch you, worship you, show you how much we’ve all been starving for this.”
The shadows reach her first, winding around her wrists and ankles with silk-soft caresses. She gasps as they lift her arms above her head, spreading her legs wide, positioning her exactly how I want her.
“So beautiful,” I breathe, drinking in the sight of her restrained and eager. “Perfect and mine.”
More shadows join the first, wrapping around her eyes in a blindfold of living darkness. She moans at the loss of sight, her other senses heightening as anticipation builds.
“Kaan,” she pleads, testing the bonds that hold her. “Please…”
“Please what?” I ask, settling between her spread thighs with predatory patience. “Tell me what you want, hatun .”
“Your mouth,” she gasps. “Please, I need your mouth on me.”
“Such a good girl,” I praise, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Asking so nicely for what you need.”
I take my time, worshipping the soft skin of her thighs with lips and tongue while she writhes above me. The blindfold makes every touch a surprise, every caress magnified by the darkness.
When I finally put my mouth on her pussy, she screams.
“That’s it,” I growl against her wet heat. “Let them all hear how good I make you feel.”
My tongue works through her folds with practiced skill, circling her clit before delving deep to taste her arousal. She’s so wet, so swollen with need, and the taste of her drives me wild with hunger.
“So sweet,” I murmur, lapping at her entrance. “So perfect. You taste like heaven, askim .”
My shadows join my mouth, teasing her nipples, stroking her belly, adding sensation everywhere I can’t touch. She sobs with pleasure, her body arching as much as the restraints allow.
“Please,” she begs, her voice breaking. “Please, my lord, I need…”
“What do you need?” I ask, pulling back to look at her blindfolded face. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want to come,” she gasps. “Please make me come. I need it so badly.”
“Such a good girl,” I praise, returning to my feast with renewed intensity. “Come for me, hatun . Come all over my tongue.”
I focus on her clit with ruthless precision, sucking and licking while my shadows tease every sensitive spot they can reach. Her breathing grows ragged, her thighs trembling as climax approaches.
“That’s it,” I encourage against her pussy. “Give it to me. Let go.”
She comes with a cry that echoes off the chamber walls, her body convulsing as pleasure tears through her. I work her through it, drinking down every drop of her release while she sobs my name.
But I am far from done.
My shadows lift her again—limbs trembling, cunt still twitching, mouth parted in a dazed, needy moan. I turn her slowly in the air, face down now, arms still stretched, legs spread wide as her ass is offered up to me like a divine feast.
“You want more?” I rasp, stripping out of my clothes, my cock already hard again. “I’ll give you more.”
I fall to my knees behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and dragging my tongue across the tight ring of muscle that clenches under the touch.
She screams, body straining in the bonds. “Kaan! I—fuck?—”
“You’re going to take it,” I growl, licking, teasing, working her open with my tongue. “You’re going to take everything I give you.”
While I rim her, I slide two fingers into her soaked pussy. Her body tries to escape the onslaught of pleasure, but my shadows hold her firm. Another shadow flicks her nipples, circles her clit, sending her spiralling into another climax.
“Please,” she sobs, trembling in the air. “Please, I?—”
“You’re ready,” I snarl, rising and pressing the head of my cock against her ass. “Now take your husband’s cock.”
I push into her slowly, feeling her stretch and grip around me. At the same time, a shadow penetrates her cunt, fucking her in tandem.
The double sensation breaks her.
She sobs, moans, begs, shakes—but she doesn’t say no. She never says no. She screams my name like a prayer and comes violently around both me and my shadows.
I lose control. I fuck her hard, deep, relentless, feeling my balls tighten as I edge closer to release.
“Come with me,” I growl, slamming into her one last time. “Come and know who you belong to.”
We come together, her entire body locking up as her climax rips through her again. I empty inside her, possessive and wild, shadows curling around both of us like silk spun from sin.
When it ends, I lower her gently to the bed. She’s shaking, ruined, utterly spent.
“Please,” she whispers. “Just… let me rest.”
I kiss her temple, lying beside her.
“You’ve earned it,” I murmur. “But only for a little while.”
Because the night is far from over.
And I have so much more to give her.