Page 38 of Bloody Bargain
Emboldened by how my heart raced in its cage, D’abel’s tail gripped my waist and pressed up on the underside of my breasts. I clutched the thick muscle with one white-knuckled hand as the wound in his wrist closed and I growled in frustration.
“No,” I panted, scraping my square teeth ineffectually against his scales.
Then I noticed the wet.
Not between my legs, which was slippery and swollen with lust, but all around me. Water on D’abel’s tail wriggled beneath my palm, unyielding as if it were under high pressure. Mist prickled my cheeks like the icy fog of an early spring morning.
My confusion brought me back, snapping reality into its jigsaw pieces until my brain registered what my skin was feeling.
Before I could orient myself, D’abel’s tail tightened on my legs. He lifted me off the pouf with the strength of its coil alone and I clung to it, falling forward. He stared at my naked body with a crease in his brow, his curtain of silvery hair sliding off his shoulders between us, as if in drunken disbelief. He sank to his knees behind me, gripped the globes of my ass, and spread my thighs apart, burying his tongue in my pussy.
I gasped, my eyes blowing wide open. I clutched his tail in both hands as his tongue’s twin points undulated independently through the smears of blood that had collected from my shoulder. A vibration shook the room, so deep that I couldn’t hear it, but which made my body convulse like Jörmungandr was feasting between my legs and growling his godly secrets into my soul.
It was as if time had slowed down in a rainstorm. The water droplets suspended in the air all around us danced like a hypnotic ferrofluid, following the low, steady beat of organs bigger than the room. The wet squeezed under the doors and through the cracks in the windowsill. It dripped from the ceiling and up through the floors. They weren’t clear droplets, but brackish and dark. Some were like garnet beads, blood lifting right out of the carpets I’d stepped through on my way to the bathroom.
“D’abel–” I started, shocked, heart hammering. But my eyes rolled back as he growled again, stealing away my senses with his possessive tongue pushing insistently against my womb. One fork of its tip drove into the ceiling of my channel and I–I–
I came undone on a broken moan, milking him and rolling my hips as I clawed my fingers into the smooth armor of his tail, feeling whole and electric. I could remain speared on him for eternity.
Thatscared me.
I fumbled with one trembling, clumsy hand behind my back until I found his hair and pulled with ripping force. He hissed viciously, turning me in his tail until we were facing each other and I latched onto his throat before I’d even thought about it.
We panted in the silence, staring drunkenly at each other, swaying in the force of our synchronized heartbeats. Time stood still as the rainstorm drew itself into the spaces between D’abel’s scales, wriggling into his flesh. The droplets brushed against me, running down my forearms and breasts before leaping to his skin.
And I realized with his throat in my hand that the needles of iron inside of him were breaking. Their lengths splintered and cracked, sandwiched between tendons, muscles, and cartilage. His eyes glowed from deep within, pulsing like a bioluminescent cuttlefish.
“What are you?” I wondered, breathing in the heavy salt air. It chimed like gold coins around his face, though there was nothing there. The hair stood on my forearm.Treasure, treasure, treasure him–
“Take more,myn chalis.Take it all,” he slurred, voice rich and begging with his mouth smeared in red and his chin glistening from being buried between my legs.
I squeezed harder, jaw clenched as my voice warbled unsteadily.“What are you?”
“B’adruokh.”
D’abel had never looked so intoxicated or alien, the way he stared at me. The way his voice was bigger than the room. But I was different too. My joints were smooth, my muscles strong, even if I trembled.
And I was thirsty.
“And what isthat?”I insisted, shaking his neck. His breath hitched and a scent like storms at sea rose between us and made my mouth water.
“A spirit…” He blinked his dilated eyes slowly, trying to come back to me. “An… elemental.”
Droplets of water skated over my eyelashes and down the bridge of my nose. They rolled from my eyes to his, burrowing into his tear ducts.
A water elemental.
It clicked into place. The torrential downpour and waterlogged earth all around the cottage. The darkness in the skies that never quite dissipated.
My grip on his throat loosened in awe.
D’abel pulled my face to his by the back of my hair and fit our mouths together. He wrapped his tail’s tip around my throat in kind and plundered me, stroking his tongue across my teeth and the entrance of my throat, fucking my mouth like he’d tasted my pussy. My fingers twitched. Instead of pushing him away, I–
I dragged him in. I didn’t need more blood. I needed him pounding between my legs until I couldn’t breathe.
The rumble in the air was in the water, and now it was in me too. I felt it in my veins and soft tissues, in my eyes and breasts and womb. D’abel’s elemental voice dislodged me like an oil tanker’s engine, bone deep and shattering.
It was D’abel that pulled away first, his hand pressing into the center of the mirror behind my head. It cracked like a spiderweb under his weight and he gripped the shards, cutting his palm open as the glass ground through his skin.
