Page 58 of Her Blood Revenge

‘Again. Call me your fucking shadow daddy.’

‘You’re my fucking shadow daddy!’ I cry out.

He crushes his doll, and my entire body feels like it’s in a vice.

‘Cum for your shadow daddy,’ he growls.

I come a-fucking-part. Howling my release into the night like a wild beast. They all sink their teeth in and drink as Archie climaxes inside me.

When I’ve ridden out my pleasure, they let me go, and I fall into the dirt, spent and satisfied. All three of their cum is leaking from between my legs as they stand around me, panting and just as fulfilled as I am.

I laugh. I can’t help it. I close my eyes, and I laugh as my body gives in to the utter bliss of it all.

‘Is her laughing a good thing?’ Archie asks. ‘Not sure how I feel about the uncontrollable giggles after doing that to her.’

‘Better than her threatening to kill us,’ Dorian shrugs. ‘I’ll take it.’

‘Youwilltake it. Won’t you,Shadow daddy,’ Archie grins.

‘Shut up, dog.’ Dorian scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I’m still laughing as he carries me back to the castle with Shaw and Archie in tow.

‘I’m curious. Is it only her who can call you shadow daddy, or can we all do it?’

‘Call me it again, Arch. Find out.’

We all walk in silence, climbing up the steps to the doors. Lifting my head, I see the whole fire party is vacant and that another fire has been lit far from that spot.

No one would have seen athing. That only makes me laugh harder. They cleared the entire fire party to avoid anyone seeing us.

They really have changed.

‘You happy now, Pix?’ Archie asks.

‘Very,’ I smile.

‘Mind your step. Shadow daddy! Wouldn’t want you to drop her,’ Shaw blurts out.

‘Dicks,’ Dorian grunts. He slaps my backside again. ‘Quit laughing, you. Or we’ll go for a second round.’

‘Promises. Promises,’ I mumble sleepily.

A young boy runs past me, clutching a teddy and sobbing desperately. When I call after him, I have no voice, and each step I attempt to take is as if I’m in tar. He disappears, swallowed by the endless black around us.

‘Ouch.’ My right arm hurts as if being constricted. But there’s nothing there.

Something groans. It is not a living thing but rather something about to break under extreme pressure. I turn.

‘The arch…’ I whisper.

Ahead is that same bone arch marking the entrance to the human town. And beneath it.

‘Neve.’

Her eyes are pure black as she talks in mumbled words that make no sense. Her palms are face up, and that red magic of hers seeps from her in tendrils. Strange symbols coat her skin. Markings written inblood.

I look up into the sky. At the stars above. I know them. They swirl on the right, and then three lines zigzag left.

‘Athir,’ I mutter.

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