Page 38 of Total Lunar Eclipse
CHAPTER 18
ZAHRA
As soon as I give Arawn the green light, he changes completely. I pull back a bit, as he seems to swell in size. I realize it’s the darkness he spoke of- Death is a part of him. And fuck me, Death is one sexy-ass mofo.Who knew, right? The gentle man who spoke to me seconds before vanishes, and in his place is a sex god.
I might be the Goddess of Sex, but this man right here is the epitome of the word.
Mars is the masculine to my feminine sexuality, but Pluto. . . Pluto is the dark, the sinful, the taboo. He’s the kind of sex that ties you up and makes you bleed, even as you cry for more. And fuck if my own twisted proclivities don’t perk up at the prospect.
Arawn appears to be a foot taller, and black wisps of smoke dance around him sinuously. The dusky purple of his skin has darkened, as well, and his sightless eyes shine like a beacon against the dark contrast of his hair. Like the others, his body is a muscled machine, but there is a dancer’s grace to his movements.
I realize it’sseduction, his movements.
I wonder if I move in the same manner.
Tethers of his shadows reach towards me, and wrap themselves lithely around my wrist, binding them together.
I can feel my mouth form an O of surprise.
Shit, I know I just said I expected this, but notimmediately.
I mean, we literally just had our first kiss minutes ago.
The other, more rational side of Zahra looks on with pity at my stupidity.
She already knew where this was going and is waiting to be ball-gagged.
“Um. . . do I need a safe word?” I ask hesitantly, when I feel Arawn’s darkness drawing me closer into the curve of his muscles/
“Of course,” he answers authoritatively. “The safe word isThere is no motherfucking safe word. You’re the Goddess of Sex. You can handle anything I throw your way and more. Now, hold on.”
What the fuck do you even say to something like this?
Nothing really, so I just sit back and enjoy the ride.
Arawn tugs the phantom chain and I fall to my knees. Even though he can’t see me, he growls his approval. And fuck if I don’t growl mine, because staring me in the face is his monster cock. It’s such a deep purple and the tip glistens with pre-cum. I can’t help myself as I sweep an inquisitive tongue over the tip, tasting him.
The dude needs a Campbell’s soup label on him????.
He’s mm-mmmm, delicious.
Arawn releases the shadow rope to grip my hair and control my movements.
Either he’s very impatient or very horny, because he doesn’t fuck around.
With a punishing hold and pace, he slams his cock deep into the back of my throat repeatedly. I bite down lightly to gain a semblance of control, but the action only seems to make him even more frenzied. Tears stream down my face, unchecked, and I force myself to relax against his assault.
He’s like a man possessed and the noises he makes drive me wild with need.
The need to have him inside of me.
I try talking around a mouthful of cock, but only humming vibrations and slurping gibberish can be heard. It’s in that moment of resistance that I realize Arawn is testing me. I don’t even think he knows what he’s doing, but I do.
It’s more than just him asserting his sexual dominance over me.
It’s about him unleashing his true self.
No sooner than I think this and submit, that the shadows swarm us.
