Page 99 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
I lay Lenore over the top of the garden’s stone walls. Several new shrieks sound off to our right. I need to investigate, but can’t bear to stop. Lenore’s moaning is too intoxicating. I’ll just have to keep her distracted for a few minutes.
Conjuring a shadow self is easier than I thought. The dark version of me lacks my wings, face, and taloned feet, but possessmy general size and most importantly, a shadow replica of my cock. Between one moan and then next, I’ve emptied Lenore and replaced her with my doppelgänger. She so enraptured with the harsh fucking she’s receiving that she doesn’t notice the switch.
Diving into the darkness, I seek out the source of the sounds. A group of nine humanoid creatures hobble toward the garden. They’re clad in broken armor, and in place of a face they have wide, teeth-lined flowers. What a mashup. It gives new meaning to man-eating plants. Pink petals two feet in diameter unfurl, chomping at the air. I’d guarantee these carnivorous flowers indeed eat men. Or women. They must be drawn to Lenore.
I soar above them, tracking the horde until they’ve reached the base of the wall Lenore is currently being railed out on. Screams mix with the sounds of Lenore’s climax. I know her well enough to recognize her broken sob when she comes.Well done, shadow self.
Her comedown brings clarity and she finally opens her eyes. Lenore squeals as she notices the guards beneath her. Her eyes flick to me where I hover above the guards and then instantly behind her.
“Who?”
“It’s still me, little raven. My shadows have been taking care of you in my absence.”
She looks back to the monsters below. “What arethose?”
“Guards, I suspect.” They claw at the wall, but never make any upward progress. They can’t reach her there. An undead audience. How thrilling. They can watch the grand finale. A devious thought brings a grin to my face. Maybe I’ll watch too.
The bond between my shadows and I means I don’t need to speak to convey what I’d like them to do next. Lenore’s shadow binds vanish. My doppelgänger sits on the wall, hauling her onto its lap so she’s facing outward. Shadow arms hook beneath her knees, lifting them until they match the height of her chin. Newrestraints wrap around her so that her back presses against the shadow man’s chest. He lowers her onto his cock and slams upward.
Lenore looks too sexy like this. Open wide for my viewing pleasure. I would never let another man touch her, but using my shadows to take her while I watch is another story.
He bounces her on his cock, impaling that quivering pussy with quick, hard thrusts. Lenore struggles to focus. Her eyes shift between wide and fearful when she peers down at the creatures, and so pleasure-filled that they fall shut in ecstasy.
“They look thirsty, Roseheart,” I call out to her in the same moment I switch the angle of my shadow cock. Realization dawns on Lenore as that familiar feeling starts to swell within.
“You are fucking crazy,” she cries out. I’ve made this happen several times now and I know the signs. Lenore’s legs tremble, her climax approaching fast.
She fights the sensation. Her body squirms, thrashing against the shadows. It’s no use. I’m relentless in my need to see her soak the castle grounds.
“Oh fuck, I, I…”
My doppelgänger lifts her free from his cock, holding her over the horde and pulling her knees ever higher. Lenore squirts, her cum raining down over the mutant monsters. I never realized what a fascination I had with this before. Now that I know how easy it is to do it to Lenore, I find myself addicted.
The last of her release trickles down and she sags against the shadows. I swoop in, taking her in my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. “That was too damn sexy.” My cock pushes inside her. “Hold on for just a few more minutes for me.”
Lenore nods, her head wobbly. I don’t land. Instead, I keep her legs around me and finish with her in the air. I’m so wound up from watching that I’ve pumped her full of my cum withinseconds of entering her. My spend drips free, spilling onto the monsters below and joining the beautiful mess Lenore made.
Such a fucking rush.
I pull her into my chest and she cries out, clutching her shoulder. “Your amulet!” There’s a bubbled-up red mark where the crystal scorched her flesh. I’ve become so accustomed to the continuous throbbing of its dark warnings that I’d forgotten. She looks up at me with wide, fearful eyes, all traces of lust gone. “We need to get you back to the Underworld.”
“Can you walk?”
She nods. It’s probably a lie. When I clothe her in shadows, I send a few extras up her legs for support.
“Put us down over there. I feel something.”
We land on the other side of the garden, safely away from the flowery guards. “You know where your door is?”
“No, but I think we’re getting close.”
Chapter 31
Lenore
The fog has the castle grounds feeling foreign. I was so sure the door would be in the bone garden. Now I’m questioning everything. Where could it be?
I’m tired, sore, and still occasionally coughing up blood. My experiences with Harrow in the in-between have been mind-blowing, but I’m ready to go home. Sex is fun but the fear of being eaten, maimed, skinned, or killed while in the thralls of passion dampens the overall experience. Not that I was thinking about those things when Harrow was wringing orgasm after orgasm out of me earlier. I should have been.
