Chapter 58 #2
The sensation when he sucked it into his mouth made her mouth fall open with a breathless moan.
Her thighs wrapped around his head, smothered his face against her throbbing core.
The moment his tongue thrust into her, she cried out, her back bowing backward.
The shadows gave enough that she was nearly horizontal in the air, held up only by black smoke as the King of the Netherworld feasted.
Every time she squirmed, his gripped tightened, refusing to let go of his addiction.
This was different than before.
Frenzied.
Unrestrained.
There really was no recourse but to give into his demand. To let the pleasure take over, stealing her breath. Until she shattered.
Alora screamed, thighs shaking as the orgasm shot through her like lightning. Rune licked her through it, greedily, consuming every gasp and drop.
Only when she sagged, did he finally sit back, eyes blown black, lips glistening, horns glinting in the firelight. Then he released the shadows binding her and caught her as she fell onto his lap. Alora shivered, blinded by pleasure and a delicious ecstasy.
“Savor how delicious you are,” he murmured, drawing her lips to his.
Rune took her mouth, lips carrying her essence. Alora moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as he kissed her, slowly grinding her on his erection. She reached for his belt, but his hand lightly caught hers.
His red eyes softened, and he gently ran his fingers through her damp hair. “When I took you to bed in our first life…it had been with a mortal body.”
Her brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”
After a pause, he slipped out from beneath her as he stood. The shadows eddied around him a moment, dissolving all of his clothing until nothing remained.
Her eyes trailed over his naked form, sinking lower. And she went still.
Oh.
Oh gods.
He was massive—twice as massive.
Not one, but two, thick lengths jutted from his body, each inhumanly dark, each veined with glowing red paths like molten lava.
The larger one, beneath, was ridged along the sides, sculpted in cruel perfection as though designed to demolish her. The other curved above it, sleek and dark, like some terrible crown for the obscenity below. The head of both were flushed a darker shade of black, beading with his cum.
Alora’s throat went dry.
Her whole body grew hot at the sight, her heart fluttering wildly. Her breath stuttered. Goosebumps raced down her arms. She should run. She should pray. She should do anything except sit there staring like some entranced fool.
She swallowed, her heart beating so fast. How would she take him? She was a virgin in this life, but his mortal body had been nowhere near as endowed as this.
Chuckling, Rune’s mouth hitched on one end. “Relax, songbird. I will give you only one of my cocks tonight.”
Alora’s anxiety eased.
It only took him one second to know exactly how much she could handle their first time. Though she had to admit, she looked forward to… experiencing both.
Rune’s glamor surfaced, banishing his tail and wings, leaving behind his pale skin and crimson markings. Leaving one, much less intimidating member. But she didn’t mean for him to hide again.
He sat on the bed, and she straddled him as they languidly kiss.
His hand found her throat, holding her to him.
Her body convulsed at the first caress of his hard length, sliding through her folds like he had that night in the cottage.
He was warm, hard, and soft as silk. He stroked himself along her slit, drawing out more of her arousal until he was coated with it.
But she had imagined this moment without the veil of magic.
“Rune… I want to be with you for exactly who you are.”
Pausing, Rune searched her eyes a moment. “What you ask cannot be undone.”
Her pulse drummed wildly, her breath shuddering.
“I will have you no other way…” she whispered.
Rune closed his eyes briefly, as if committing a sin he had sworn never to repeat. Then he inhaled a breath and let his glamor fall away.
She gazed at her mate carved from shadow and fire, veined with magma and wrapped in living shadow. Wings arched like a cathedral behind him, horns catching firelight like blades, fangs glinting.
Alora’s breath shuddered in awe. He was terrifying, but not to her. Not anymore. Because even in his most unholy form, Rune was still the man who challenged her, who defied the Heavens for her, and who burned for her.
And she would gladly do the same.
His eyes churned with eternal flames. “Do you understand what it means to take me as I am, little bird? You are asking to be blessed, broken, and baptized in shadow. Once I claim you completely, I will ruin everything in you that was ever pure.”
Alora’s heart fluttered at the warning.
He was her damnation and her grace.
And she would have it no other way.
“Then ruin me.”
A faint exhale slipped from his lips. Rilling them onto the bed, he pressed a tender kiss to her cheek, kissing away the tear that had spilled.
His mouth traveled over her jaw, until he reached her mouth.
She scooted back toward the pillows as he climbed over her.
He kissed her breasts, and down her stomach, licking and nipping a path of fire.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, as he settled between her legs.
“I have dreamed of this moment,” Rune panted as he returned to her mouth. She shivered as he stroked himself against her entrance. “Dreamed of what it would feel like to sink inside of you.”
Alora rolled her eyes playfully. “Only you would dream of something so insignificant.”
Rune smirked softly, breathing her in.
“Nothing about you is insignificant.” He kissed her slowly, tenderly, as if she were all source of air. You are so beautiful, Alora. You glow brighter than any dawn.
That was all it took to make her vision mist because she could hear it, how much he yearned.
Her breath quivered in a pained gasp as he slowly pushed into her.
“Seven Hells,” Rune groaned, his jaw clenched. Sweat coated his forehead. “You’re so fucking tight. Are you all right?”
She nodded. “Keep going.”
He sank a little more and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. She squeezed eyes shut. The fit was impossible. She was too small. He cursed, his claws tearing into the bedding in fistfuls. It hurt too much. Breathe, simply breathe.
“Alora.”
She opened her eyes.
Rune studied her, worry glowing in his slitted irises like blood beneath ash. “I should stop. You’re in pain.”
“What? No, I’m fine.” Alora glanced down between them and to her dismay, he was hardly in. “I-I can do it.”
“You can, when you’re ready,” Rune said and she winced as he gently removed himself. “Some things cannot be rushed. I need to prepare your body to take me first.”
Before she could speak, darkness slithered up her thighs and over her hips like velvet ropes. Instead of binding her like he used to, shadowed hands took hold of her waist, a body shifting beneath her until she was sitting on a lap.
Alora looked over her shoulder wide-eyed at the shadow figure now holding her. It was solid as black smoke, and it looked like Rune. With the same horns, wings, and glowing eyes.
“My shadow-self,” Rune introduced with a sly smile. “Shall we let it join us?”
Her heart thudded wildly and she recalled what he had mentioned before about more than one of him pleasing her. Heat unfurled low in her belly at the thought. She met Rune’s gaze, breath unsteady, and nodded.
“We may require assistance.” Rune lifted his hand, and a small crystal vial formed in his palm.
It shimmered like cut diamond, its contents glowing molten gold within.
“This was a gift from the Lady of Lust herself,” he murmured as she watched the potion swirl inside.
“For moments when desire outpaces sense.”
Alora bit her lip. “I remember.”
Rune uncorked the vial and poured. The liquid struck her skin cool, stealing a gasp from her lips. For a heartbeat, it was only silk and chill—then warmth bloomed beneath it.
His shadow-self seated himself behind her, parting her thighs.
“Rune,” she breathed, scandalized thrill crashing through her.
He remained where he was, kneeling before her, watching. Containing himself.
“Slowly,” he commanded, voice edged and rough.
The shadows obeyed.
They touched her gently at first. Coiling at her waist. Tracing her breasts. Curling lower with deliberate intent.
The potion did not ignite her instantly. It unwound her.
The tightness in her chest eased. Her breath deepened. The edge of nerves softened beneath patient hands.
Shadowed fingers slipped between her folds, teasing, testing. One entered her slowly. Then another. Alora gasped, her body answering with a helpless arch.
Rune looked like a beast restrained, eyes wild, shadows rippling around him.
Warmth followed, blooming low and spreading outward in languid waves. Her body grew heavy and light at the same time, instincts stirring as her breaths trembled with her soft moans.
“The opportunity to bring you pleasure is a divine privilege,” Rune rumbled. “It is my duty to assure you are fully ready before I ever enter your body.”
Because he would always put her first.
Heat washed through her when she noticed Rune’s clawed hand stroking himself. Both lengths were hard and erect, glistening at the tip.
The sight made her core clench.
“Do you like this?” Rune asked, a dark smile on his lips. “Watching me pleasure myself to the sight of you?”
“Yes,” she confessed breathlessly.
Her entire body shook, the sheets growing damp beneath her.
“Another,” Rune growled low.
A third finger pressed inside her, stretching her carefully. The intrusion was sharp, intoxicating agony. Her breath fractured as shadows tightened their hold, a second shadowed hand curving over her breast, smoke curling warm at her throat.