Page 39 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
Movement from outside the maze catches my eye. A cluster of people wielding torches move toward the entrance of thelabyrinth. How terribly inconvenient. Lenore is making great time. At this pace, she’ll find her way to the entrance and into the arms of the guards within moments.That cannot happen.
Diving from the sky, I snatch Lenore in my grasp. She screams when I lift her off the ground. I clutch her to my body, vowing to destroy the dress that’s impeding our closeness, and shoot back toward the center of the maze.
Lenore is still flailing when my talons bury in the dirt once more. She peers up at me, eyes wide. Her windblown hair and flushed cheeks give her a just-been-fucked appearance that has me groaning with the need to recreate it from scratch. For real this time.
I spin her, bending her over the short hedge that backs up to the small stone bench. “You were never going to get to leave this maze.”
Lenore starts to speak, but my shadows are quick. They fill her mouth, gagging her while restraining her wrists behind her back. Reaching my clawed hands beneath her skirts, I draw them up, flipping the layers of fabric over her back. There’s a quick crunch as I snap the wooden skirt hoop beneath. Once that atrocity is out of the way, there’s just a thin pair of lacy white shorts. The pointless slip of fabric falls to the ground in ribbons with a swipe of my claws.
To my great surprise, I find a dagger strapped to one thigh. What business does a princess have carrying such a weapon around? Lenore still has many secrets. I’m looking forward to discovering each as I unravel her body and soul.
Using one taloned foot, I knock her knees apart, widening her stance. With her bent over like this, I have the perfect view of her sweet pink cunt. The sight does something to me. My hips buck forward in desperation, pre-cum beading on my curved tip. But the sight of her glistening core is a reminder of just how small humans are. I need to loosen her up. How else will mymonstrosity of a cock be able to fit inside her? The anticipation has me twitching with need, weeping cum across the grassy floor.
A twisted vine of shadow slips between her thighs and pushes right inside her arousal-coated opening. Lenore’s back arches, body thrashing from side to side. I suppose she wasn’t expecting that. I’ve taken her sight with the dress over her head, stolen her voice with my shadow gag, and bound her hands with my dark restraints. She’s completely at my mercy.
The shadows twist and bend, sliding deeper inside her before drawing back out. They slip downward, pressing against her clit with quick, teasing sweeps.
Her guttural moan can be heard even around the shadows stuffed between her lips. I leave that tendril where it is, allowing it to massage over her clit in a rhythmic figure eight. A new shadowy vine that’s twice the thickness of the last one reenters her pussy.
This time her knees buckle. She doesn’t fall. The thick shadows spearing into her keep her back half lifted, supporting her until her feet rise off the ground.
Lenore’s entire body is shaking. I raise her even higher above the labyrinth floor with my shadows until I have space to kneel between her thighs. The shadows stroking her clit vanish, allowing me to do something that’s been haunting my dreams since I first met my morbid temptress.
My tongue slides forward, dipping first to the spot where my shadows are stretching her wide. The taste of her arousal sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body that’s so potent a full rope of cum spurts out of my swollen, pulsing cock head. She tastes dangerously sweet with a bitter aftertaste. She’s a poisonous flower down to her core. I’m at risk of eating her alive just for the chance to swallow down every drop of her unique flavor. The tip of my tongue rims the taut skin.
There’s a subtle metallic tang as her flesh is forced to widen. “That’s right, little raven, stretch for me.” I drag my tongue to meet her clit, relishing the subtle throb that pulses beneath it. Rolling my tongue from base to tip, I work her clit with ample pressure, ensuring the tremors in her body grow into full-blown muscle spasms.
Liquid squirts out from around my shadows as Lenore comes. Her hips are raised so high that the cum runs along her stomach and rains down on my face. Drip by drip, I bask in her essence. “Drown me, Princess. Let that perfect cunt deliver the sweetest death to Death himself.”
I lap it up, loving the way her muscles contract again and again. The shadows in her pussy thicken. Just a few more minutes of this and she’ll be ready for her first attempt at taking me. My tip, at least.
A frantic squawking that I know with complete certainty belongs to Mytha drags me out of my carnal haze.
“Shoo, devil bird! Be gone, you dark creature.” That voice. Lenore and I freeze as one.
Someone has found us in the center of the maze.
Lowering Lenore to the maze floor, I remove my shadows from inside and around her. She pushes herself to a sitting position, skirts falling down around her hips. Her face is more flushed than I’ve ever seen it, with drool inching down her chin. Her eyes are glazed as they fight to focus on the present.
“Princess? Are you here?” Adrenaline must cut through the after-lust because her gaze clears when she hears the voice for a second time.Hisvoice.
Her pretty-faced prince stands just outside my veil of shadows, swatting at Mytha with a torch in hand. I’m glad my right-hand was here to intervene. How did he sneak up on me? Was I really so distracted that I did not sense him coming?
“Cassius,” Lenore whispers, shooting me a frantic glance.
“I should maim him for interrupting us. Maybe I’ll take his eyes so that he can’t see the cum dripping down your ankles, or slice off his nose so that he can’t smell the sweet scent of your cunt when you’re aroused.”
“Don’t hurt him.” Lenore looks genuinely afraid. Of all the things that just happened, everything I did to her, this is what she fears? A maiming of her precious prince?
My desire to hurt him grows stronger.
“Please, Harrow.” Lenore reaches out, gripping my hand.
This is not how I imagined things. I wanted her begging for my cock or for relief from the hard fucking I had in store. Not begging for mercy for a prince who has no business here in the first place.
“Please,” she says again and the word dulls the sharpest edge of my rage.
I dip forward, licking the drool from her chin. “Next time, I’ll finish what I’ve started. If he interrupts us again, I’ll have him tied up, watching me wreck your cunt while my ravens eat him alive. Is that understood?” I shift back into my human form and cup Lenore’s face. She moans as my tongue swipes across her lips, stealing one final taste.
