Page 38 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
“Look at you, aroused by the promise of a brutal and horrific death. And people say I’m the monster.”
Anger cuts through my lust. “Youarea monster.”
I wish my words had come out more forcefully. Instead, they’re breathy, almost pleading. In this haze, this confusing, intoxicating cloud of emotions, it’s all I’m capable of.
Harrow laughs again, the sound rumbling into my ear. “And would you run from a monster?”
Chapter 14
Harrow
Shadows do not worry themselves over simple barriers like clothing. For a shadow, there is no such barrier. My shadows can penetrate walls, delve beneath mountains, climb atop castles. They can crawl into the darkness, animating it, giving life to the intangible. Right now, they’re doing their best to tease my little raven into a madness that matches my own.
Her waist shifts in my grasp as she presses her hips forward. Is this the first time my little raven has been touched in this way? The brief possibility that it may not be the first time penetrates my thoughts. I shove my unwarranted jealousy down to the shameful depths of my self-inflicted prison. Jealousy does not suit me. Especially when I know that no mortal is able to do the things I can. Or the things I’m able to makeherdo. Another lazyshadow sweeps across her seam and her body turns boneless in my hold.
She’s painfully lovely like this. Mouth parted, chest heaving, cheeks rosy, and pussy dripping with need.
“And would you run from a monster?” The shadows toying with Lenore’s soaked center retract. Her glossy eyes refocus, connecting with mine.
“Run?” The word drifts out on a soft puff of desire-clouded breath.
I release her, moving several steps back.It’s time to grow. My trousers shred as new legs burst through. The inhuman reverse bend in my knee and the oversized width of my taloned feet means my mortal clothing never stands a chance. The rest of my body stretches and grows to match, giving me an absurd advantage in height.
I’m keenly aware of the cool night air as it hits my newly revealed skin, specifically my fully hard cock. Lenore’s eyes instantly drop to the erect appendage. I have no doubt that what I harbor between my thighs is unlike anything she’s witnessed before.
My shaft bends and twists as I channel shadows through every cell of my being. I enjoy being able to alter the size and shape of my cock at will. I can make it as small, or as large, as simple, or as horrifically depraved as I desire. It’s not so much that I imagine it and it takes shape; it’s more that I allow the shadows to provide me with exactly what I need in the moment.
I promised myself I would be gentle with Lenore the first time. My cock seems to have other ideas.
It grows to the length of her forearm before thickening to the width of her wrist. The outermost part peels back, curling inward, surrounding the base until it’s pulsing and scalloped. The innermost shaft is revealed to be equally as thick. It hooks upward with a full set of semi-dulled spikes lining the top andbottom.Hmm.That’s an interesting form to take. I run a hand along the terrifying length.My little raven must be in need of punishing.
Talons emerge from my bird-like feet, burying in the soft dirt. Darkness coils up, staining the skin of my legs and hips, ending on my lower stomach in an array of swirls that match those on my biceps.
Lowering my head, I allow my darker side to speak. “Flee, little raven. When you fail to find your way out of the labyrinth, I’ll show you just how much of a monster I can be.” I flick my tongue out, enjoying Lenore’s startled expression when she notes the excessively long, silver length. “Now.” I punctuate the word with a snarl.
Lenore bolts to the left. A perfect little princess playing my dangerous little game.
I am a hunter. Teeth and claws on wings of night. A monstrous, merciless thing of pain and hunger. Inescapable for any prey I’ve set my eyes on. Lenore is just that.Prey.
Lenore slams into a hedge before quickly looking around. Ah, yes. She’s just figured out that my shadows have overtaken the maze. She’ll have to find her way out by memory.
“I couldn’t risk any of the sentries interrupting our game now, could I?” I call out to her and she whirls toward the sound of my voice.
Lenore only hesitates a moment and then she’s on the move. I must admit, I thought she would huddle in the nearest dark corner and wait to be found but it looks like I’ll get the chase I’m craving after all.
Seeing in the dark is one of the benefits of ruling the shadows. I take to the skies, gliding above my little raven’s path in the maze. I’m impressed. She’s only made one wrong turn. My little raven doesn’t seem to fear the darkness at all. She plunges forward, feet pounding against the soft earth. Her dress will beher downfall. Three times now, the massive gown has caught on twigs and bramble. The puffy pink fabric is shredded in several places. It will be a lot worse off once I get my claws into the useless layers of fabric and framing separating me from the delectable treat of Lenore’s bare body.
My monster’s been ready to devour her since the moment her fair face fell across our sights. Instead of sating my curiosity, the tiny taste I was granted from our kiss earlier tonight only managed to feed my growing need. Her lips were like nectar from the heavens on the tongue of the darkest damned. I must taste her again. Every inch. Every hidden part.
My mouth waters. The tongue I possess in my monster form is long enough to do things that will have her crying out to the gods until her throat is raw. But it’s not the God above who will be there to make her writhe, sweat, drip. It’s the god from below, the Prince of the Underworld. The prince needs his princess.
Lenore is the only princess that can suit me. She’s sun and air, sparkling warmth, everything that’s missing from my kingdom below.
I swoop down, low enough to skim my claws across the back of her neck. She yelps, snapping her head up. I’ve already retreated to hover in my current above the shadowy veil that’s enveloped the maze.
Toying with her is thrilling. Every second of growing anticipation ensures the moment I’m able to fully claim her will be more glorious than anything I’ve experienced in my eternity of existence.
The next time I swoop down, I snip the ribbons keeping the last of her hair bound. It drops in a mass, revealing the white pieces that had been so carefully hidden beneath the over-the-top style. I find those pieces remarkably beautiful.
