Page 97 of Corrupt Shadows

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Page 97 of Corrupt Shadows

I can’t take any more. My madness breaks free to meet his.

“Fuck me,” I beg, my brain pulsing with searing pain.

“Patience.” He throws his head back, his corded neck straining. Rope after rope of hot cum cover my belly and chest. My pussy throbs painfully, needing to be filled. For a moment, I fear now that he’s come, he’ll leave me here, bound in agonizing need.

The demon pants above me, coming down from his orgasm. I narrow my eyes on his still-engorged dick.

“H-how?” I stutter.

“I’m a demon. I can keep myself hard for as long as I choose.”

“Holy shit.”

He squeezes his knees, pushing my legs together tightly, then thrusts three fingers into my tight, wet channel. I grit my teeth as he prepares my body for his enormous size. I’m surprised he’s taking the time to prep my body, rather than surrendering to his primal urges, but even monsters are capable of compassion. He adds a fourth thick finger and rolls my clit beneath his thumb. I scream as pain lacerates through my stretched skin while pleasure radiates from my swollen bundle of nerves.

“Fuck yes,” he groans. “Scream for me, witch.”

His fingers slide within me, the pain receding at the rate of spilled molasses as my body works to accommodate the intrusion. He continues with his ministrations for an immeasurable amount of time, then curls his fingers toward himself. Sweat coats my skin as intense pleasure centers on that spot deep in my pussy.

The madness within Lorcan’s onyx eyes swells as his gaze darts from my panting mouth to my pussy.

“No! I’m not ready,” I plead.

“You were made to fit this cock in all its forms. Look how your cunt swallows my hand exquisitely.”

I lift my head, while a shadow cradles the back of my skull to help support the weight, and peer at the junction of my thighs. His knuckles press against my opening, his fingers deep within me. Holy shit.

The shadow rests my head against the cushion of plum leaves, then he fists his shaft and squeezes the tip into my sopping cunt. Pain tears through my core as my body struggles to widen for his demonic cock. My arousal squelches obscenely as he rocks his hips, pushing his way deeper into my body.

His masked face tips skyward, the tendons in his tattooed neck and torso roped with tension. Instinctually, I know he’s lost the battle of control completely.

Madness reigns, and Lorcan’s ridged dick is splitting me open. I black out for a moment as agony consumes me before tendrils of pleasure work their way to my aching center. I jerk my wrists against his shadow binds, itching to touch him.

His abdominal muscles tighten and loosen against mine as he rolls his hips. I lick my lower lip, then bite it hard enough to draw blood. I moan, the taste of copper flooding my tastebuds. The pain hovers on the edges of my consciousness as his ridges rubbing within me overtake my pleasure center.

Pain and pleasure don’t exist on their own as he devastates my pussy. The ridges of his cock grind against my swollen G-spot. My pussy aches, stretched well beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, and he’s giving me no mercy.

The demon picks up the pace, slamming into me over and over. I panic as the pressure rises to blinding levels, and I fear I’m losing control over my bladder.

“Don’t fight it, witch,” he growls. “You’re about to squirt all over us. It’s natural and so fucking sexy.” Confusion swirls in my mind. I thought that was a fucking myth. The demon presses up on his hands and tilts his hips upward to grind the ridges of his demonic cock against my walls, purposely increasing the pressure within my G-spot. I stop fighting it, and the bubble of pressure pops.

Hot liquid surges from me as I squirt. Euphoria attacks my senses as an all-consuming orgasm soars through my body and rips my reality to shreds. He moans as jet after jet of the purest form of female satisfaction splashes against his lower abdomen. I’ve never experienced bliss as all-consuming as this. He growls thunderously as my pussy spasms around him.

“Good fucking girl,” he says, his madness praising me.

Our torsos glide against each other as the liquid released from grinding against my G-spot combines with the cum from his earlier release.

“Now, shut the fuck up and take that dick like a good witch.”

He fucks into me relentlessly, my breasts swaying against his hard chest.

“Mine,” he growls, the word vibrating within my skull. “If another man ever touches you intimately again, I will rip their weak spines from their mouths and suck the marrow from their bones. Say it.”

“Say what?” I slur, unable to focus on the specific filthy words greeting my ears.

“Say that you are mine. That you will never allow another to touch this flesh,” He captures my throat, cutting off my air supply.

He loosens his hold just enough for me to speak and I wheeze the words through my lips. “I’m yours.”




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