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A steady crackling warns me the wall is reaching its limit. Crumbling pieces fall down around us. Lenore’s third climax comes just as a body-sized indent pushes into the wall. We’re going to fall through.
“Another, Roseheart. Give me another.” My tongue snaps out, striking her nipple hard enough to turn it red. She shrieks, her body tightening against mine. I thrust with precision, striking her sensitive spots and reveling in the tensing of her walls as her fourth orgasm hits.
My own release is building. Harder, I need her harder. Lenore’s moans turn to a gurgled babbling as I wreck her pussy, driving into her with unmatched fierceness. It’s too much for the shoddy craftsmanship of the cabin. The wall gives way.
I throw out my arms, catching us as we hit the forest floor. My pace never falters. Lenore heaves, gasping, crying, screaming. This is it. I watch her shatter, falling apartcompletely. I guess fifth time’s a charm. My own orgasm drags me under.
My spend is much darker and thicker in my monster form. It spills out of Lenore, her body unable to hold the sheer volume. Throb after throb, my balls empty into her. The feeling of bliss is unmatched.
When I finish, I scoop Lenore up in my wings, rolling us both to our sides. She doesn’t move or speak. My monster retreats, fully satiated. I spend several minutes stroking her hair and skin, helping to breathe life back into her limp body.
Her arm twitches. It’s the first time she’s moved since we finished. “Damn.”
Then, she laughs, and I can’t help but join in. We must look a mess, lying on a destroyed wall, naked, covered in cum, laughing until we cry.
Lenore’s laughter shifts as a violent cough tears through her chest. I almost forgot about the poison. I hold her to me, wiping away the blood.
Her eyes are sad when the fit subsides. “I thought you might have cured me with sex.”
“Me too, little raven.” My shadows clean her up and clothe her once more.
She allows me to carry her for the next hour of our journey. Even dozes off for some of it. My amulet hasn’t stopped pulsing. We need to find a way out of here and fast.
Chapter 29
Lenore
Harrow fucked me damn near into a coma. After a nap and some serious limp noodling, I’m feeling much better. It takes a lot of convincing before he’ll let me walk on my own. Once he does, I start to regret it. We trek for hours.
This whole endeavor is beginning to seem hopeless. I haven’t recognized anything since we left the cabin. I’ve seen more terrors than I can stand and I’m no closer to finding my door. Our surroundings change three times, throwing us into new and dangerous landscapes.
First, we trudge through a frozen wasteland. Our pace hastens when a thirty-foot snow demon crosses our path. The creature is covered head to toe in dense white fur. Foam rains from its mouth as it bleats. I try not to look at the human necklace strung around its neck. The victims shiver, cryingout. Some of the bodies are tinted blue from the freezing temperatures. All of them have a golden, braided chain as thick as my thigh running through their abdomens. The victims scream in pain every time their bodies are jarred by the snow monster’s earth-shaking steps. I’m grateful when the ice thaws, giving way to water.
Harrow holds me in his arms as we fly above raging seas. Ocean-dwelling monsters more terrifying than any of the krakens I’ve read about gobble up ships, swallowing screaming sailors. Anyone who jumps from the deck to avoid being the kraken creature’s meal finds themselves directly in the center of a feeding frenzy in shark-infested waters. Even in the darkness, the sea is more red than blue.
A single figure catches my eye. The sailor is wearing a torn, striped tunic with one leg of his trousers missing. He jumps off the side and is violently ripped apart by the sharks. Moments later, he reappears on the sinking ship. This time, he tries to escape into the waters on the other side of the kraken. A massive tentacle plucks him from the air as he dives overboard. It thrashes about, smashing him into the mast and deck. By the time the kraken lowers the body into his gaping beak, the man is as limp as a ragdoll. It’s a better fate than the man in the next tentacle. He goes in kicking and screaming right up until the kraken bites his head off while he’s still alive.
“They have to choose,” Harrow says quietly.
“Forever?” He nods. “That’s ghastly.”
The gurgles and screams fade as we approach the coast.
I’m grateful for the silence when we land on a strip of sparkling white sand. It’s a beautiful spot, with the exception of the bloody streaks every few feet. Harrow is quick to drag me away. I guess we won’t be here long enough to discover what haunts the beach.
Sand gives way to grass. The narrow strip of green is swallowed up by the quick rising of a massive corn field. The stalks are so tall, even Harrow can’t see over them.
A series of overly wet coughs rack my lungs. My blood colors the greenery. The coughing has been less frequent. Harrow said it’s because I’m asleep. That the spell has slowed the poison. It’s still there though, slowly working its way through my system. We need to get out of here, soon.
“Why don’t we just fly above it?” These corn stalks are giving me the creeps. Too many hiding places.
Harrow breaks off an ear of corn. A sizzling crack echoes when he throws it in the air. The ear returns to the ground before us. Its green leaves are completely blackened.
“It’s a no-fly zone. Something wants us on the ground.”
An involuntary shudder twitches through me. “I don’t like the sound of that. Can’t you just kill whatever it is? You are literal Death.”
“This is not the land of the living. Things don’t die here.”
