Page 98 of Corrupt Shadows
“Not good enough.” He flexes his fingers on my windpipe. When I don’t answer quickly, he snatches the dagger from the ground and slices shallowly beneath my nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. I use all of my residual energy to focus on what the madness wants so I can come. Riding the cusp of release is unbearable. “I-I’m yours. My body is yours to do whatever you want. Use me, break me, fucking destroy me…” I moan.
“That’s a good fucking witch.” He rolls the tight bud at the center of my thighs between his fingers as he moves within me faster than humanly possible. For a moment, I fear he’ll pierce one of my organs with his cock. My spine arches as pleasure burns deep in my lower belly.
He uses my shoulder to nudge the bottom of his mask up, exposing his lips, the stubble around his mouth so fucking inviting. His transformed teeth flash in the moonlight before he attacks the space between my shoulder and neck, his teeth so sharp that they slice into my skin easily. My muscles tense, my body expecting pain, but it never fully comes. It hurts, but there is too much happening below my waist. He moans and thrusts into me wildly, as if the taste of my blood triggered something in his demonic nature. If I weren’t held in place with his shadows, I would be scraping against the leaf-and-stick-strewn ground with every thrust.
He bites down harder and sucks some of my blood into his mouth. My eyes cross and I moan uncontrollably into the night. His teeth in my flesh trigger the part of myself begging to submit.
His bite retracts, and his body freezes above me. My chest brushes against his unmoving one as I struggle to catch my breath.
“What’s wrong?” I croak.
His cock pulses as he stays deeply seated within me, his demonic cock remaining as his features shift. My jaw slackens as his razor-like teeth transform to their straight, white counterparts, and his claws recede.
“Lorcan?”
His eyes slowly open, then his pastel-green pools sear into my fucking soul.
“E-Evie,” he stutters, dropping his forehead heavily to the ground next to my head. His shadows retract from my limbs all at once. My fingers and toes prickle as feeling slowly returns to them.
I wrap my arms around his neck. Relief floods through me that Lorcan is in control of his mind and body once more, but I don’t want him to stop fucking me.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg. My aching pussy throbs against his shaft.
He lifts his head. “Do you want this?” he asks, his deep voice cracking.
“I meant what I said to your madness. I’m yours. Use me. Don’t ever ask for permission.”
“Hold on to me, little witch.”
Lorcan pulls out of me to the tip, his ridges vibrating along my walls, then pounds into me wildly, unleashing himself on my soaking pussy. I balance on a knife’s edge over the cavern of orgasmic bliss.
His breath warms my ear. “Come on your demon’s cock,” he orders.
My body surges toward the peak of ecstasy. I dig my nails into Lorcan’s back, rapidly climbing the rock face of the mountain rising above the cavern of bliss. Pleasure so intense it’s almost painful heats my body. I squeeze my eyes shut as I detonate, his filthy words like gasoline on a fire. I can’t breathe as I climb higher and higher. My vision blackens and I plunge into ecstasy. Moans and gasps spill from my lips as I come.
I exist somewhere between Heaven and Hell. A limbo created just for me.
Lorcan moans, and it tips me further into my never-ending orgasm. He slides two fingers alongside his engorged dick lodged in my pussy, then rubs them along his dick and my walls as he continues to rock his hips. Shadows surge out of my body and coat us in glittering darkness. One of my shadows swirls around my clit and tugs on it rapidly. So this is what nirvana feels like.
“Yes, baby girl, let it all out. Fuck, your magic feels so good against mine.”
I crack my eyes open. Death magic hovers over both of our skins, shimmering like a heat wave and absorbing our pleasure. Lorcan’s shadows join mine, and our magic sings harmoniously together.
I truly am his. This is the point of no return.
His lips press to my neck, and he moans my name. “I’m going to paint this pretty pussy with my cum.” His mask digs into the side of my cheek, then he roars another release. Cum too hot to be natural jets against my cervix. Lorcan rocks his hips lazily as he rides out the waves of his orgasm. His cum spills over my lips and forms a large puddle beneath me.
He pulls out and sits up abruptly. Lorcan dips his fingers into the mess and uses it to massage my swollen labia. “This should help soothe the ache from being stretched around my demon dick,” he says, his voice quiet, then his shoulders tense. “I didn’t want the first time I fucked you in my demon form, even partially shifted, to be so aggressive,” he says while continuing to massage my pussy lips. He blows out a breath and falls forward but catches himself on his forearms before his body crushes me.
“Well, it did hurt at first, and I know my body will probably be one big bruise by morning…” I trail off. I cup my hands on his masked cheeks. “But I didn’t hate it. In fact, that might’ve been the best sex of my life.”
“Good, because I plan on doing it often. Just not as violently.”
He rolls off me, then pulls me against him. I lay my cheek against his chest and trace the lines of his tattoos etched into his skin with my finger. Nothing exists outside of this moment. We lie on the forest floor for several minutes, cuddling beneath the light of the moon.
Awareness lazily trickles into our content bubble. Reality is a fickle bitch. It reminds you of existence at the most inconvenient times, tearing you from blissful dissociation.