Page 25 of Up from the Earth

That intoxicating chuckle rumbled through his glistening lips. As he hovered above me, his height placing his hips right at the edge of the table in perfect alignment, his hand—claws dressing his fingers once more—snatched away the stained fabric of my gown, bearing me to him. A deep rumble emanated from his chest, equal parts growl and purr.

“Look at my precious little slut. I should have you like this always.” His stare raked over my body, lighting sparks through my flesh wherever his eyes landed. “Dripping and bloody and aching for my cock.”

Acknowledgment rang through my head for each of his thoughts as he studied me.

Such fair skin stained red. The yellow-white color of your curls masked in blood and cum. Full breasts with their pinprick nipples. The soft curves of your hips, your motherly form. I will see you break apart for me. I will see you sob as your body is consumed with pleasure.

My legs were suddenly wrenched apart as ropes of black hair circled my ankles and spread me wide. I yelped, my pulse ticking up yet again. The squeeze on my limbs was enough to constrict, a hint of paint settling over me in an undulating wave. I couldn’t move, held captive by The King—prey to his predator.

“What was that you said, little beast? More?” He smirked—evil glee and ravenous desire. “Remember you said that when you’re ready to die from the bliss.”

His hands went to his hips, slowly unraveling the fabric of his coverings. It was a painfully slow tease, inches of skin revealed over what felt like years. When at last the damned things were gone, my jaw dropped. There was hardly more I could do than simply gawk at him, and embarrassment lanced through me as I realized how enraptured I was by just the sight of him.

The King’s pale skin continued over his entire body, save for those black-tipped fingers and toes. Or so I’d thought. Beyond that deathly white gleam to his torso as well as his arms and legs, right at the core of him, was yet more obsidian flesh—this particular appendage swirled with lines of gold like marble.

My stare widened, and my King chuckled at me once more, his proud shaft thoroughly erect and large enough to have dread crawling up my spine. His black cock, decorated with those veins of shimmering white-gold running down the shaft, was also ringed in a thicker section of pale skin. It resembled a…secondary shaft.

I swallowed hard, my cunt clenching around nothing.

Right at the tip, arousal dripped, creating a glimmering trail that ran along the underside of his shafts and drawing attention to the twin gold balls that hugged his flesh just beneath the head.

Pierced…two sha—holy fuck.

“Hmm,” he considered me, that devious smirk still proudly displayed on his gorgeous face, “I believe a change in positions would serve.”

The ties holding me forced my body into movement, craning my legs up into a wide V-shape while my arms were pinned behind my back, causing my breasts to press outward. That rumbling groan left him again, and I could do nothing but watch as he stalked up to me, closing those few inches before he lined himself up with my entrance and leaned over my breast.

“Scream for me.”

He struck like lightning once more, his fangs sinking into the flesh at the underside of my breast just as his cock speared inside me. I did scream, overwhelmed by the considerable stretch and the feeling of his teeth in my skin. It burned, it sang through my veins, it laced through my veins like the most potent drug and dragged me down into a world of lightless sensation and enervating stimulation.

Crackling thunder ripped through the sky, his spirit’s laugh rocking the atmosphere of the Great Forest, of the entire World of Below. The Beast King drove into me without mercy, bottoming out deep inside my cunt as he fucked me in ruthless abandon.

And I was helpless to do more than simply take it—a delectable torture I did not wish to see end.

Shuddering the trees and forcing fauna from their hidden places, my cries echoed endlessly. They shook the earth itself, stretching to the realms between and beyond it. The ridges of The King’s cock stretched me more than I thought possible, my body helplessly yielding to his demand. They rubbed against every nerve within me, the friction creating a sonic boom of sensations within my cells.

“Oh, gods,please…I can’t…I…”

Only that sadistic chuckle as he furiously fucked me. Claws dug into my thighs as he spread me all the wider. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I felt The Beast King’s forked tongue steal them from my flesh, a delighted sound blooming from him before he spoke.

“Youwilltake it, little beast. You begged me for more, and you will take it all, every thrust,” he punctuated his words with pointed onslaughts from his hips, his cock reaching impossibly deep, that secondary shaft swirling against me, “every bite. Every claw. Every last drop of my spend. In every fucking way I demand.”

I was a mess of myself, reeling from the assault of his hips, and—if I was being honest with myself—loving every heinous moment of it.

But who, indeed, I wondered, deemed this wrong? Not I. Not The King intheirmany forms. Not the whole of this expansive domain past all things. I could sense it. The wild, raw joy of this ecstasy and how it was as much a part of the natural order as death or love.

Sex and death. Love and depravity. It was all bound, all linked. And yet again, it was all mine.

The orgasm crested over me as The King rocked forward, holding his cock pressed as deeply inside me as my body would allow. Movement within me forced out another scream, and then that smaller shaft slipped from me only to probe at my tighter entrance.

“Ineveryway I demand.”

I was plenty slick for his other cock to spear into my ass effortlessly. I was so utterly filled, his mouth crashing down on my own to tangle his tongue with mine. There was no telling where I stopped and he began, inexorably the same in this divine moment of carnal lust. Should I die skewered upon him like this, it would be the most delightful end in all of time.

Eating up my moans and whimpers, swallowing them down as surely as he’d swallowed my release, The King yanked himself back, roaring into the overcast sky. The pounding fury made me pant, overcome with exertion and the need to climax that never seemed to dim.

“Give me your little deaths. Come for me.” He snaked his hand up my body, squeezing my nipple brutally before tangling his claws in my hair and holding my head up by the roots. “And when you think you cannot even stand one more, come again.”

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