Page 96 of Corrupt Shadows
I moan as he swipes a flat tongue from the base of my slick pussy to my clit. He grips the piercing between his teeth, then yanks on it, flicking the tip of his tongue over the taut flesh. My body convulses from the painful action.
The demon sits back on his heels and slowly runs his tongue along his plump top lip. Fuck. He pushes the mask down to cover his lips, arousal coating his mask indecently. I bite my lip and moan, my mind and body on sensory overload.
“Time for your punishment, witch.”
“Punishment?” I ask, my voice cracking and lust fogging my thoughts.
He cackles, and my hands tremble in response to the haunting display of insanity. “You fucking stabbed me,” he growls, but I know with certainty that a wide smile lingers below his mask. “I enjoyed the pain immensely, but there will always be repercussions for your disobedience.” His deep, sexy voice washes over me, and my hips thrust into the air.
He slices through my tank top. The fabric parts, and it falls away to the sides of my body, then he traps my hands against my chest. The demon rains slap after slap directly onto my clit, my piercing pressing into the swollen bud. I throw my head back, mumbling incoherently as the sting registers. Madness grasps onto my mind, digging its talons into the gray matter.
“More,” I groan.
His eyes flash to a familiar green as my demon peeks through the haze of his madness. Obsidian replaces it almost as soon as it appears. This feels too fucking good to be a punishment. If this is how his madness reacts to my disobedience, I will stab him more often.
He pauses, then speaks into my mind. “Count, filthy witch.”
His slaps come harder and more brutal. My madness embraces the punishment as less pleasure and more pain coalesces in my core. My pussy gushes as my body races toward release.
“One.” I sob, tears rimming my lower lashes. I am so turned on that it’s difficult to keep my place in the count. “Two.”
Slap.
“Three.”
Then, twice more in quick succession
“Four. Five,” I cry out.
My back bows as he holds nothing back and spanks my pussy one last time. “That was for fucking thinking you could stab me and get away with it.”
He grazes the tip of his claw along my overly sensitized clit, and my hips buck against the air in response. One of his shadows snaps my legs together as he stands. From this angle I cannot see his eyes, just the deep portals of darkness behind the gold-dripping eyeholes. He tips his head to the side.
Lorcan straddles me, the movement jerky. My mouth drops open as my gaze meets his literal monster cock protruding above his jeans.
Fuck yes, my madness echoes within my skull. He’s several inches larger, and the girth surpasses the width of my pussy. I desperately want to tongue the ridges scaling the top and bottom of his veiny shaft. My mouth waters, and I nearly come from the sight alone. My body trembles beneath him, terror and lust fighting for dominance. He’s going to tear me in two.
His shadows move around me, grabbing a thick branch and snapping it in half. The shadow stabs it into the soil well above my head, then grabs the second half of the broken branch. The ground shakes beneath me as his shadows penetrate the ground with the broken point of the second piece below my bloodied and dirt-covered feet.
His shadows bind my limbs securely to each of the stakes in the ground, my core tightening as I’m stretched between them. I wiggle, testing my bonds. The demon moans loudly while watching my struggle and unease.
He grips my pussy, his thumb sliding into my center. “I’m tired of waiting.” He unsheathes the dagger and drags it across the front of his throat, cutting through the eye sockets of his mirrored skull tattoo. Blood gushes onto his chest, and he leans over. My skin pebbles as the thick, hot, crimson liquid soaks into my top and pools in the hollow of my throat. I wince when drops splash against my face.
The demon pants and his hands shake. “You look incredible covered in my blood.”
My eyes dart to his as his wound knits together. Behind the mask, his gaze holds no semblance of humanity. I flinch away from him as he rams the dagger into the sheath.
Black tinges my vision as I fight to remain in control of my madness. The temptation to beg him overtakes my thoughts. For what, I’m not sure. Do I want to beg him for my life? Or beg him to fuck me with his fat cock?
My nostrils flare as his scent deepens the more aroused he becomes. He slowly climbs off my bound and immobile body, then unties the laces of his boots before toeing them off. He unbuttons his pants and lowers the zipper one metal tooth at a time, before shoving them down over his incredible ass and dropping them on the leaf-covered ground. His eyes bore into me, never taking his terrifying gaze off me as he steps out of the puddle his jeans created.
The demon straddles me and notches his dripping dick between my lower lips. He grasps the base of his shaft, rubbing it hard against my swollen nub. My body trembles uncontrollably as the unforgiving ridges catch on my clit. He presses against me more firmly, gliding the head along my labia.
He leans forward, grinding his hard dick between my folds and onto my clit but not entering where I need him most.
I clench my fists, aching to tear that goddamn mask off his face. The demon braces his hands on his thighs, staring intensely at his massive cock covered in the combination of our arousal.
I raise my head as high as I can between my bound arms and witness one of the hottest fucking things I have ever seen in my life. He grips his monstrous cock within his fist and rubs himself. The tattoos on his hand and fingers appear starker from the force of his grip. Lorcan’s body shakes as his madness gives into the lust we’re both suffering. Oh, my god. He jerks off while seated on top of me, moaning and stroking himself from tip to base. His fingers jump as they connect with every ridge. I lick my lips, desire an inferno licking my veins as his cock swells and a thick drop of pre-cum bubbles on the tip.