Page 17 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
“Sssnap out of it,” Mytha hisses again.
Impertinent creature. Though loyal to a fault. “Have you left the feather for her?”
“Yesss.”
“Good.” I reach a hand behind my back, stroking my wings once before selecting a large feather settled just above my right shoulder blade. Plucking it, I wince at the pain that shoots red hot down my spine. A throbbing ache settles over that side of my body. It will take several hours for the pain to ease, but it will pass. “Here is the feather for tonight.”
“Twice today? My lord?—”
A sharp glare her way silences the protest. She may speak freely in my presence, but she need never forget who I am.
“My apologiesss. It will be done.” She shifts into a raven, gently takes the feather from my palm with her taloned foot, and soars outside.
Restlessness itches up and down my skin. I sit horizontally in my throne with my legs hooked over one of the arms. Twirling a fractured skull in one hand, my cheek settled in the palm of the other, I contemplate my existence. I’ve been staring into the ghostly depths of the soul pool in my throne room for hours. My fixation with Lenore is the only thing that occupies my thoughts.
My body is taut with unspent energy. Shadows snake across the floor, climbing up the walls and dropping down from above. They’re restless too. That small outburst in the gardens was just a fraction of the power I could have released upon the prince. The need to fight, fuck, or do both builds in my overly tense muscles. I have no companion here. Certainly no one I’m interested in bedding now that I’ve set my sights on Lenore.
When my needs are met by another, itwillbe her.
The idea of snatching her, of taking her by surprise and then filling her up until her eyes roll back and her tongued protests fall silent has me instantly hardening. Spiriting her away is not an option right now, but there may be another way to satiate those needs. A temporary solution. It’s the best I can do without rising above and dragging Lenore, kicking and screaming, to my bed.
Conjuring my many shadows, I set them to work. They dive into the task with eagerness. Obeying my every unspoken thought. With great care, my creation begins to take shape.
Bones levitate, moving toward each other. Piece by piece, a full skeleton forms. As the last bone slides into place, my shadows expand, wrapping around the skeleton until it disappears beneath a smoky skin of rippling darkness.
The corpse comes to life, in physicality only. My shadows animate the pieces, making the arms and legs move. The newly attached head turns on its neck. I shape the shadows, tightening them until the slim figure of a woman appears. Shadowy tendrils of hair grow from the hidden skull. I work to match them to the precise length of Lenore’s hair. I’ve only seen her hair pulled back. But my guess will have to be good enough.
I snap my fingers and the shadowed skeleton walks my way. My power washes over it, imbuing the farcical figure with my commands, my needs. It drops to its knees before my throne. My eager fingers are quick to dive under my trousers. Gripping my cock tightly, I pull it free from the fabric. I’m as hard as the stone that makes up this mountain.
One hand strokes my shaft, the other crooks my fingers, beckoning the night-like figure forward. The shadows pry the jawbone of the broken skull wide, filling the mouth with a tight swirling tunnel of darkness. My free hand buries into the shadow strands of hair, pulling the open mouth down over my erection.
My own jaw falls open. The shadows constrict and swirl, wringing my cock, spinning, squeezing… Fuck it feels good. I shove the face down harder, pressing my length deeper into the proverbial throat. Up and down, up and down. My shadow-coated skeleton bobs, sliding my length in and out, sucking me down until I’m shaking. “Lenore,” I groan out, picturing the perfection of her pink lips as they make a mess of my weeping cock.
The memory of her leaning up to kiss that mortal prince floods my thoughts. The image saps the sensual warmth from my bones. That ignorant, greedy prince. I wrench the shadow figure back and off my cock. My boot flies up, connecting with the skull and sending the skeleton slamming onto the floor.
I’m on it in an instant, knees around its face, thick, throbbing shaft down the back of its throat. Only this time it’s not Lenore. My shadows reform, growing larger. Lenore’s delicate frame vanishes. A man’s body takes her place. The hulking shadow form being face-fucked into oblivion belongs to that no-good, can’t-keep-his-hands-to-himself prince. Feathers sprout behind my elbows, growing in a trail that leads to the tops of my shoulders.
I want to hurt him. Fangs slide between my lips, transforming my mouth to be more than double its normal size.
I want to maim that pretty, smiling face. Black stains my fingers and wrists as sharpened claws elongate from the tips.
I want to kill him. My cock changes, growing far larger than before. At this width, I could split any human wide fucking open.
I want him to scream and cry as I take his life and steal away the woman he has laid his unworthy eyes upon.I release a castle-shaking screech as my monster takes over completely.
I want to rip his head off and fuck his lifeless skull.My wings flap behind me as my hips piston forward, slamming deeper and deeper.
There’s a crack from below my pelvis. I don’t care. I keep at it, driving myself into the shadowy face, imagining the prince choking, life fleeing his eyes as I own him in every way imaginable, stealing his dignity in the last moments of his life.
More cracking sounds from beneath me. A sharp stinging sensation stabs at my shaft and thighs. I can’t stop. My hips slam, possessed, as heat crawls up my spine.
“Lenore is mine. Mine.Mine.”
I come, spewing seed into the shadows, emptying myself as I cry out in tortured relief. My hips keep moving, wings beating wildly, not stopping until I’m twitching and raw. My chest is heaving, crown barely hanging on my monster’s dark-hairedhead. Sitting back on my taloned, bird-like feet, I allow myself a few moments to breathe deeply.
My armor is shredded on the glassy green floor. The transformation took me by surprise. My beast feeds on rage, fear, anguish. This time it was my own.
The shadows vanish. Where the skeleton’s skull once sat, now only remains a pile of crushed off-white bone fragments and a pool of my dark, sticky cum.
