Page 133 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
“You’ll not be eating me.” Shadow chains emerge around my ankles and wrists, securing me to the floor.
I give them a firm tug. They don’t budge. “Someone has been practicing.”
It took weeks to notice the way the darkness shifted around Lenore. How the shadows ebbed and flowed in response to her mood. Looking back, I believe the power first came to her when she sat her very own throne, accepting the title of Queen of the Underworld. She’s shockingly powerful. Nearly an even match to me. We’ve worked to develop her skills so that she can control them. I thought my lessons were the only time she was putting her skills to use. Apparently, I was wrong. I’ve never taught her to make chains.
Lenore’s smile is one of complete elation. She prowls behind me, tracing her fingertips along my wings. Her first palm wraps around the connective tissue where my shoulder and wing meet and I moan. She intends to hand-fuck my wings until I come. My cock jumps at the thought.
“How much are you willing to surrender?” Her voice is low and seductive as she takes my other wing, gripping it with equal firmness.
My mouth falls open.So fucking sensitive. “H-how much do you want?”
“Complete control.”
“You have it.” I moan again, my wings flexing in pleasure.
She chuckles darkly behind me. “And you trust me to do whatever I like?”
The first hint of a shadow teases the seam of my ass. My body stiffens. “Lenore.” The syllables tumble out on a growl.
“Relax. Let go of your control and let me make you feel good.” She tightens her grip on my wings and pre-cum drips from my tip. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. Just say the word. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
This whole experience is new. There’s something undeniably sexy about her trying to take the lead. I’ve always been in charge of our bedroom sexcapades.
It’s a struggle, but I relax my muscles to the best of my ability. Lenore adopts a corkscrew motion over my wing connectors, sending a shudder through me. In that same moment, she slides a shadow inside.
My first reaction is to tense up. She immediately pulls it out. Another few strokes of my wings later and she slides it back in. I’m still not sure about this. Her pace on my wings quickens, working me up until I’m close to the edge. This time the shadow plunges deep, hitting something unknown. I gasp, unsure how to react to the new sensation. The tendril remains there, massaging that secret spot as heat coils up my spine.
“Let go for me,” she whispers, sliding another shadow in and increasing her pressure. A fuzziness swarms my brain as a completely new kind of pleasure detonates inside me. It races through my balls and up my stomach. My climax rips through me so hard that my cum squirts several feet across the room. My limbs are shaking, balls drawn tight as I thrust, emptying myself in the air.
My thoughts clear in the moments after. I groan as she slips her shadows free and releases my wings. “Good boy,” she purrs.
I can’t even speak. I didn’t think, or, I’d never tried…Fucking hell, what was that? A witty rhetoric forms in my thoughts but my tongue is trapped in my mouth.
Lenore strolls in front of me, smiling like a maniac. “Feel good?”
All I can do is nod. She drops to the floor, running her tongue through the mess I’ve made.Holy shit.
Her eyes are sparkling when she looks up at me. “Would you let me do it again?”
If you asked me this morning if I thought I’d be taking shadows to the ass as part of our midday fuck, I would have told you you were insane. After that experience, I find myself nodding eagerly. My cock is already hard again. The desire totake Lenore after that display of power and fuck her until she blacks out has me jerking on my chains. They don’t budge.
“Oh, we’re not done. That was just a warmup.” Lenore conjures a small mass of shadows, settling them around her hips. Shadow lingerie? That’s a sexy new trick. The straps of a harness take shape around her waist and thighs. The rest of the shadows tighten in the front, creating a long…
“No.” Panic swarms my stomach.
Lenore drags her fingers down the length of the shadow cock that’s just formed on the front of her pelvis. “Look how small it is. I know you can take it.”
“No, it’s not right.”
“Why not?”
I struggle to justify my reaction. “I’m the one who should be taking you, not the other way around.”
“You’ve never wondered what it would be like to be taken? To just lie there and let me pleasure you until you burst?” She swipes her tongue across her lips. “I have. I’ve fantasized about it more than once. You’ve been powerful your whole life. I spent my life weak. Always at the mercy of others. I want to try this. If you’ll let me. I want to be someone else today. Someone in control. Someone powerful.”
Blood pounds against my ears. “I don’t know.”
“That felt good, didn’t it? This time it will be my hips, connecting with yours, controlling the pace, taking you as deeply as you want. Let me fuck you until your balls are drained and your cum has painted every inch of the room.” She bites her lip, rubbing her thighs together.
