20. Shadow Slut #2
“Shhh, you’ll get it, love.” The shadow strand swirls around inside of me, collecting my slick, before slowly pulling out.
His fingers quickly follow, and I nearly cry out with the overwhelming sensation of loss.
Seth’s jaw ticks, the only indication that he’s struggling to hold himself back as he fists his cock and slowly squeezes upwards, carefully milking some of the lubrication from his inner shaft out to cover my ass.
He stands tall and sticks one hand out to hover over my waist.
I gasp as the shadow-strand twirls, coating itself in his lube, before slowly pushing into my tightest hole. My eyes widen further as a wide-front hip harness materializes, rounding out my bindings and creating the perfect handhold for my pleasure machinator.
Seth bites his lower lip as he grabs hold of the makeshift handlebar and pulls me flush against him, his cock sliding over my pussy and taunting me with its heat and weight.
As if he can read my mind, he chuckles, and the sound of it tightens my belly with anticipation.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby. But I need you to remember your safe word.
” His orbs are scorching as they travel over my body, and a small gasp leaves my lips at their fiendish glint.
The shadow-strand in my ass widens, and I exclaim as it sinks deeper, filling me slowly until it rests about as thick and deep as his very sizable cock would.
I silently thank whatever god created psychopomp inner shaft lube, because instead of any real discomfort, there’s just the tingle of magically enhanced stretching.
Pulling my eyes from Seth’s animated face, I watch as he uses his free hand to notch his cock against my slick opening, which somehow feels smaller now that my ass is full.
I swallow thickly and worry for a moment that I won’t be able to take what amounts to two of my boyfriend's cocks at the same time.
Seth must see the doubt written on my now sweaty face, because he murmurs, “You’re doing so well, love.
We already know your sweet cunt can take me, and now your ass is full of me as well.
” He pushes in, just the tiniest bit, and I clench hard around the shadow cock in my ass.
I suck in a breath and whine because the emptiness of my pussy feels so much more profound this way.
“Relax, Ryn. You need to relax, baby. I’m going to fill you up so good, and you’re going to take it all.
” As he speaks, he pushes forward. An inch, slowly rocking back, and then another inch.
My heart slams against my ribs as my body turns to putty in his bonds, giving myself over to him and the pleasure that’s quickly consuming me. Fuck. I’ve never felt so full.
“That’s right, love. Fuck, so—tight.” He huffs, his brow ridges bunched with concentration as he murmurs, “Look, love. I want you to watch your greedy cunt swallow me whole.”
My eyes obey instantly, and I watch through heavy lids as he sinks the rest of the way in, brushing against my cervix as his hips meet mine. The perfect fucking fit.
“Mmm, the way you stretch for me is so godsdamn hot.”
My pussy flutters and my ass clenches around his appendages, and he grunts loudly, his fist tightening around the handlebar at my waist.
“I’m going to move now. I’m not going to stop unless you use your safe word.” I meet his eyes and nod weakly, the tension on my body slowly sapping my strength, making me more reliant on him than ever before. It’s fucking exhilarating.
Seth moves, slowly at first—his shadow cock pumping in time with his actual one.
Moans slip from my mouth in a near-constant stream, and then he picks up the pace, thrusting into me with punishing strength.
I gasp and cry out against the sensation, unable to do anything more than take it and feel it.
And I do—oh gods, do I ever. The fullness of my channels pushes his bony studs against my inner walls, creating a delicious friction as he repeatedly tickles my cervix while simultaneously stimulating my G-spot.
“Fuck, Ryn. Such a good little shadow slut.” A guttural grunt punctuates his words, sending a flare of heat to my groin. This heady mix of physical pleasure, praise, and dirty talk has me metaphorically foaming at the mouth. Oh wait, nope—that’s drool. Gods, I’m drooling, again.
“S-Seth!” I’m so close—my muscles tense against the bonds, twitching as the cord of my desire reaches its breaking point, unable to snap.
A pitiful whimper gets caught in my throat as the collar around my neck tightens briefly, and Seth’s free hand reaches between us.
He places fingers on either side of my clit and squeezes once with just enough force, before fluttering them in perfect cadence.
It’s too much; my eyes roll back, and I tense up, convulsing like a woman possessed.
My heart thrums as my core clenches and pulses around his determined cock, my vision going fuzzy behind my eyelids—like a television that’s lost its signal.
I gasp, stuck in a continuous orgasm, as colors flit between the lines of static and a picture emerges.
Not a signal lost—but a frequency changed.
Take it. Take it all. I cry out, black spots dancing behind my eyes, the intensity of both my physical pleasure and this fresh development sending me to the edge of consciousness.
I can hear Seth curse, his pace faltering as my body goes limp. The shadow cock in my ass vanishes and his knot swells pop into my channel. He shudders as his fingers leave my clit and grasp my chin tightly, tilting my head up to look into his panicked face.
I use what little energy I have to shake my head once and whisper, “You can’t stop. Please.”
I watch through hazy eyes as Seth’s orbs explode in a tumult of color and luminosity, swirling so quickly that the tops morph into jets of white-blue flame. Although he’s no longer moving inside of me, I can feel his knot swells pulse as his inner shaft distends inside its sheath.
His voice has the affectation of his reaper form, the echoing voices hissing uncontrollably as he grinds out, “Baby, what did you do? Do you understand what you're offering me, Ryn? I don't know if I can stop it. Fuck. I—I can't undo it if you change your—”
The tension and anticipation radiating from him are palpable, and I can feel his whole body trembling as he holds himself back.
He wants it, maybe more than I do—though I’m not sure if that’s possible, seeing as I bid my magic to offer him my soul.
This beautiful creature has a biological catnip dangling in front of him—no, offered to him on a silver platter, wrapped up in shadow bondage bows, and still he gives the power to me.
My eyes drop to my chest, where the spark of my soul slowly culminates into a brightly glowing orb.
Seth’s grip tightens on both the shadow harness and my chin, no doubt attempting to keep from immediately grabbing for it.
His blazing eyes slowly move from my face to my soul, and I watch as his jaw clenches tightly and his nostrils flare.
His control is diabolical, honestly. I literally can’t tempt him any more than this.
Just as I open my mouth to confirm again, his knot swells expand and his inner shaft bulges, pushing the bony piercings of his outer shaft against my channel and locking his cock in place.
The most wretched, mesmeric moan oozes out of him at the same time that his inner shaft shoots out, expanding as it goes and filling up every single mote of space, until I’m so full and throbbing that it aches.
And then his swollen inner shift palpitates, slowly at first, but quickly gaining both speed and intensity.
It's sublime—the most magical experience of my life, and it takes every ounce of energy I have left to hold on to my consciousness as the sensation and enormity of everything happening threaten to overwhelm me again.
I pant and lock eyes with Seth as he pulls his hand from my chin and leans back. His orbs burn so brightly that they’re more white than blue, and he chokes over his words as his voice grinds out, “I’m sorry.”