Page 44 of Up from the Earth

And I wanted more. I wanted to feel my Queen come around my fingers. I wanted to taste her own release, feel it coat my skin as thoroughly as the blood.

As the release backed off some, I sat up on my elbows, staring down at her hungrily. “I believe it is my turn now, wonderful, sinful Queen.”

Her brow cocked upward, a smirk decorating her lips that glistened with my cum. There was a hint of mischief, something quite prevalent in my Queen’s stare, and then she stalked over the top of me, lifting my head toward her with a firm grip at the back of my neck.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I had no clue what she might mean, but as I turned my attention from her bountiful curves—slick and shining—to her pussy, my mouth dropped open.

Along the edges of her lips, dripping blood and arousal, were tiny fangs similar to those in her mouth. Intrigue and concern warred within me, but The Queen’s grip was fierce, and she just chuckled once more, pulling me toward her.

“I will not harm you.” She paused. “Much.”

With that, she pressed me to her pussy, my lips meeting the sharp points. They scratched gently against my skin, but as I dared to dip my tongue between her folds, indeed, I was not harmed—much. There was the rasp of them against the sides of my tongue, but it was this exhilarating sensation that set my nerves buzzing, the fear heightening the passion, the slight pain making the pleasure that much better.

And gods, the taste of her.

Sweet, fruit-wine and death, I could taste them in equal parts as I lapped up the arousal that bloomed from her. I flicked my tongue across her clit, mimicking the movements that had delighted me so. She rocked her hips, holding my mouth securely to her cunt as a moan echoed through the halls of the massive chamber.

Scooting up slightly, I reached for her lips with each hand, holding her wider so that I could thrust my tongue deeper into her channel. I circled it along her entrance, then probed inside, fucking her with it. Her tiny fangs teased my fingers, and I changed my hold to one hand so that I could slide my fingers inside her, worshipping her clit with sucks and flicks of my tongue.

“Little seed,” she growled, thrusting against my hand, “my sweet, naughty girl. You’ve learned quite a bit, haven’t you?”

My only response was to twist my hand, finding that bundle of nerves at her top and hooking my fingers into them. I pumped hard and purposefully, relishing the way her pussy clamped down around my fingers. I sucked fiercely on her clit, working with everything I had until I felt that rising warmth and liquid.

Leaning back, I gasped for air as I fucked her with my fingers. The Queen’s head fell back as she moaned low, and then she came for me, her cum raining over my mouth, over everything. It was perfection.

“Ugh!” The cry echoed around us, and just as I thought she might be finished, those little teeth gripped my hand and worked it deeper. “More!”

Another finger slid inside her, then my pinky, and soon enough, her fangs were driving my fist into her, filling her up. I could feel how my knuckles rubbed against that same spot inside her, how I stretched her walls to that point of blissful fullness. I knew how incredible that felt, and, fuck, to be doing it for her was magnificent.

Fluid swelled within her, another release rushing forward as those fangs bit into my wrist, creating tiny pin pricks in my skin that welled with the barest hint of blood. My mind swirled at the notion of having a cock and feeling that hold on it. As it was, my own pussy dripped with need at the feeling of pleasing her, my seductive Queen.

As the pleasure roared higher, my fist fucking her so beautifully, The Queen manifested her binding web of silky hair. This rope of it wrapped around my neck, squeezing, and another did the same to her, and then still more lifted me, spinning me around so that I hung in the air with my hand still thrusting into her as she claimed my pussy with her mouth.

“Let go, my perfect mate. Come with me.”

Time did stretch then, pulled like taffy in a small shop lit by springtime sunlight. I pumped into her as she twirled her tongue into my cunt, my air wonderfully restricted. The Queen’s fingers found my folds, probing inside one after the other until she, too, filled me up, her knuckles sweeping against my walls and making me scream.

We were a depraved mirror of each other, and I adored every second of it, dripping blood and cum, my hair hanging down until it touched the warm liquid at my Queen’s knees, pooling there and staining with the red essence of life itself.

Moving quicker—as demanded by the fangs—I thrust into her until, at once, I was pressed out by the sheer force of her orgasm. Her cum squirted over me in a chaotic storm. It went on and on, milking my own release as the feeling of her fist inside me and the claim on my throat became everything I knew, everything Iwantedto know.

I shattered, stars exploding through the black of my tightly closed eyes. The Queen slipped her hand free, and I released every pent-up need I’d experienced in the whole of my life. I came. I came and came until there was nothing left but the dying echo of my cries in the throne room.

And she came with me, riding out the waves of this hedonistic journey in tandem. We were filthy, blood and cum and sweat, and it was perfect. Exhaustion smoothed over me like a weighted blanket as she set me down once more. We untangled from each other only to tangle back together.

There, we lay side by side in the warm, shallow pool until I fell asleep.

Twenty

Battle Demands Every Ounce Of Focus. Eliminate Distractions No Matter How Difficult.

Risingaftereverythingthathad happened had been difficult. While I had woken, my mind aware of the world around me, I refused to open my eyes, to take in the world around me. I wanted to stay locked in the warmth and comfort that I’d enjoyed, turning away from the hurt and horror I knew lay ahead.

But I didn’t have that option, now did I? There was too much to do, too much at stake, to pretend. Fantasy was a lovely place, but it was one that humans could only visit for a time. And while I was no longer entirely among them, I still understood those rules. And it appeared that it applied to otherworldly beings as well.

I remained in the pool this time, not finding myself in some other room of the endless castle. Perhaps it was because the blood was helping to heal the injuries I’d sustained over the many journeys I’d been on. But more likely, it was because the woman entwined with me was still very much asleep.

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