Lucero
I couldn’t see a thing. The night enveloped me in a blanket, making it impossible to see anything in front of me. Still, I ran, turning and twisting and running again, though the only sound that filled my ears was the harsh breaths in my chest and my boots hitting the ground with each push forward.
Branches slapped my bare skin and I yelped, sure Qanek could hear me from wherever he was.
I stopped in the middle of the forest, trying to calm my breathing so I could hear Qanek.
I whirled in a circle. A branch snapped and I flinched. The sounds of my breathing quieted a single fraction, but the forest made itself known.
Fear curdled my insides. Fear and anticipation.
It was the unknown, being pursued. Though I knew Qanek wouldn’t hurt me, the situation felt far too dire. Too real. The darkness had a way of clouding my senses. Of making me believe in the terrible monsters I’d been warned about as a little girl.
It made every shadow seem like a spectral figure sent to haunt me. Every noise was a beast, ready to claim me.
My heart was beating far too fast in my chest now. I took a step and a snapping branch made me pause. I held my breath, turning my head this way and that until something, a whisper of warm air, rushed across the back of my neck.
I gasped and looked up…
More darkness greeted me.
But then…
Gleaming teeth in the shadows. A feral smile curving in a cheshire cat grin.
I screamed and ran, blind to where I was going, but uncaring as long as it was away from the threat.
Each push forward on wobbling legs made my thighs crest together. They rubbed, creating a friction of desire that not even the fear could stave off.
A whoosh of air overhead and I changed trajectories, only to feel it again.
Laughter echoed through the forest, bounding off one tree, and another, and another, making it almost impossible to discern where the sound had come from.
He was close.
Qanek was close.
I could feel it, even if I couldn’t see him.
Suddenly, I felt a tug against the front of my shirt. A yank, followed by a tear. I doubled over, gasping, but there was nobody there. Even if I now sported claw marks on the front of my shirt, the material ripped to shreds against my skin, leaving my bare skin pebbling against the cold.
I tore the tattered garment off, standing in nothing but pants and socks. My bare nipples pointed, hard and aching.
I ran again. This time, the yank pulled me off my feet.
I went flying to the ground, landing on a blanket of soft leaves and earth, and still, I lost my breath.
My leg was pulled with such force, I slid across the ground, my back scraping harshly.
I kicked out, but met nothing but empty air and found my sock missing entirely.
Fear threatened to choke me.
Something about this felt wrong and yet so, so right. I shouldn’t have been afraid, but I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, and I was almost naked in a night world of a place I knew very little about.
I rolled onto my stomach, scrambling across the earth to get to my feet…
Another yank pulled me back down, my face planting against the floor. I kicked out again, this time coming into contact with something solid, before I felt my second sock loosen and the body disappear.
My bare feet scraped along the earth as I finally managed to stand and run again.
At this point, I didn’t care where I ran or how far. I just wanted to get away. My mind was working in overdrive, my chest beating an uncomfortable rhythm. The unknown sent me into a panic I couldn’t get out of, its claws gripping me tightly and…
Claws raked across the backs of my thighs, breaking through the material of my jeans, tearing holes from ass to ankle.
I tripped. Only this time, a heavy body fell on top of mine, pinning me to the ground. A clawed hand slammed into the ground next to my head, creating deep grooves in the earth.
I moaned, feeling the desire slide out from between my legs.
A deep inhale above me made a shiver coarse through my whole body.
Then there was a tug at the waist of my jeans as they were pulled down roughly.
“I have caught you,” Qanek’s deep voice rumbled from above me. “You are mine now.”
The jeans came off my body and my waist was hauled into the air…
I fought back, an instinct telling me not to give in so easily.
To make him work for it. To make him work for me.
To prove how much he wanted me. And if this was how he was going to prove it, well…
A thrill shot through my body as Qanek was caught off guard.
I kicked out and away from him, crawling on all fours, naked, away from his grasp.
I barely made it to a stand before his claws were tangled within my hair, gripping me tightly at the base.
Enough to apply pressure, but not enough to hurt.
“You cannot flee from me,” he rumbled.
I gasped as his forearm wrapped around my waist and hauled me into the air. I kicked out and screamed, raking my nails across his skin. It did nothing but create an empty well of desire inside that felt like it could never be filled.
For a moment, his wings flapped and his powerful legs gave a kick until we were suspended in the air and there was nowhere I could even run to.
His hand circled my neck, feeling the pulse against his palm, and he hooked the other beneath my thigh, giving me a squeeze.
I wiggled in his hold and he only tightened his hand against my throat.
His teeth grazed my skin, lighting the surface on fire. He nipped a pathway along my spine, his tail curling around my other leg and pushing me wide open. Teeth grazed the lobe of my ear and he whispered darkly, “You are mine now.”
And then he shoved his way inside me.
The slickness of my desire eased his passage, yet I still screamed at the intrusion. At the way he split me open so wide, too wide, it felt like I was being ripped apart in the best way.
“Oh, God.” My nails raked across his arms, my heels finding his body to attempt to lift myself off his too-large cock. “Oh, God.”
Qanek roared and thrust even deeper inside me, pushing in so hard, stars scattered across my vision for a split second.
“What did I say about saying another male’s name in front of me?” he demanded.
“Qanek…”
His tail wrapped around me like a whip pulling me taut while his claws dug into my thighs, pulling me open even wider as he thrust deeper still, until I felt the hard, warm press of his balls settle against my ass cheeks.
“Speak my name again, feral creature,” he growled. “Let the Underworld know who your master is.”
“Qanek!”
Stars exploded through my body. That was all it took. He hadn’t even stimulated my clit and I was already falling apart in his arms as he touched that place deep inside me that nobody ever had before.
It was painful, too painful, and yet that stinging bite made way to something I’d been craving for days.
Because even in the air like this, even as he punished me with his body by thrusting without remorse, his growls like a demon possessed, he protected me.
His touch on my neck was light, and the tongue he trailed across my pulse was reverent.
And I wanted more.
I clawed at his waist, moving against him, trying to find leverage so I could move. I needed him to touch me there. I needed more.
“Qanek, please,” I whimpered.
“Yesssss.” He hissed, more beast than man.
“I am yours and you are mine.” He flew downwards, still notched inside me, and we landed on the ground.
I was cushioned on his arm when we landed, and I could barely catch my breath before he was lifting my hips with his claws and he began moving me against his cock.
He bounced me on it, pushing me forward and then pulling me back, using me for his pleasure while keeping mine so close and so far.
My body was electrified. Every nerve ending, every point from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair. I needed to be touched. My insides clamped around him and I tried to slow us down, tried to reach for my clit myself…
Qanek slapped my hand away.
“No,” he growled, lifting me with his cock still deep inside me. He sat me on his lap, pulling my back flush against his grainy chest. “I am the master of your pleasure, wife,” he said.
I groaned at the implications. At the torture he surely meant to inflict.
But two could play at that game.
I rolled my hips against his cock, gasping as it split me open further. My hands came down on top of his thighs as I began to move.
I had no idea what I was doing, but it was instinct, finding what felt good and moving, squeezing him onto me.
Qanek rumbled, a sound that made the ground beneath us shake.
“Wife…”
“If you’re the master of my pleasure,” I breathed, “then I am the master of yours.”
“Yessss.”
His claws scraped against my thighs, and I was sure he drew blood. But I couldn’t feel it. I only knew the emptiness at my front, the need to have my clit touched but being denied while I was filled to the brim, drawing out his pleasure so that he might grant me mine.
“Fuck me, Qanek.” I moved my hips, just a little faster. “Fuck your wife like a good little gargoyle and make me come.”
He roared once again, jerking faster into my body, pulling me faster and faster against him until we were nothing more than a tangled, slapping mess. There was no finesse to what we were doing.
The first time I had sex, I hadn’t imagined it like this.
So brutal and painful and so much more… I had pictured it would be sweet and gentle.
But Qanek bled everything into this moment.
Everything we felt for one another, tearing apart at the seams, pulling us and tethering us tighter and tighter like knots we couldn’t unravel.
His rage, his hatred, it all came down to this.
He brutalized my pussy to find his pleasure and I searched for mine just as viciously.
I scratched and bit, tearing through too-hard skin as I made guttural sounds to match his own.
Qanek pulled me on top of him, over and over he went until I was breathless, needy, desperate.