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Her breasts rub against my chest as I feast upon her lust. So tender, I hesitate to touch her soft chest. I don’t know what to touch, where I’m allowed to touch, so I keep my hands fisted in the one blanket atop my bed. It’s made of a light wool, good for all weather, but scratchy. Not made to cover soft things.
I keep kissing her mouth, as that’s the only place I’ve been given permission, but occasionally, I stray. I kiss her cheek, the side of her neck, bury my nose in her hair. She smells like divinity. She smells like sin. She smells like the room of pretty things beneath the Barrens.
She snakes an arm between our bodies and I almost seed right then as her fingertips brush my penis. She grabs hold of the shaft with confidence, despite the fact that she can’t even reach all the way around—even without the release of my latch—andfuck,if that doesn’t just fill me with a sick satisfaction. I want to see myself seated inside of her all the way up to the root. See how her small body takes my girth. Butfuck. I don’t want to hurt her. I need to pull back…
She tugs me forward by the cock. I don’t resist at all, but collapse on top of her, struggling to keep my weight balanced between my arms. My knees dig into the mattress. All of my restraint is in use here. The urge to look down and watch myself being handled by her is too much.
I lift my hips, see her satin stomach and full breasts and fleshy fucking mound so close to my cock now. My cock is cradled between her fingers, appearing massive, daunting, untakeable. But the little siren must know something I don’t because she starts to guide me toward her sex and the curls concealing it.This is wrong.The thought’s intrusive.But I want this.But it’s wrong. And I will take it anyway.
My fangs protract and I hiss and grab her wrist just as the bulging tip of my erection meets an even greater heat. The lips of her sex are the softest part about this impossibly soft creature beneath me.
“You don’t have to do this,” I tell her, holding her wrist in a loose grip while keeping myself propped up on one elbow. My forearm is above her head, bracketing her completely beneath me. “I will bite you tonight to give you my mating mark, but I do not need to rut you,” I tell her, panting. “I can wait to breed.”
She licks her lips and nods her head. Is she sayingyes? Is this a gesture I understand? I tick my chin to the right, wondering if she understands the sign for confusion just as well. “Whatever you want from me, I will give you. You don’t have to do this.” And it’s true. I’ve accepted her for a prize. She is mine to do with what I please, but is also under my protection.
She sucks in a deep breath and uses her free hand to massage her left breast while her right hand works my cock. My senses are overwhelmed. I hang my head in defeat. It’s too much.Fuck. I drop my hips and as my cock meets resistance, I lower mine. I never stood a chance, I think to myself as my cock breaches the heat of her lips to findwetnessinside.
She is wet for me. I can scarcely believe it.
I press the head of my cock inside her, working my way slowly forward, inch by forceful inch. I am electrified and eager as she takes me to places I have never been. She moans, her head tossed back, her eyes squeezed shut. I can’t decide if the sound is pain or pleasure, and I pull back. She clenches her thighs around me and pistons her hips up, taking more of me, more than I thought possible. The sensation skittering across my lower back is too much. I thrust. She moans, and this time she moansmy fucking name.
“Lacchus,” she mewls.
So it is true. She is a devil of some kind. A cold fear grips me. How does she know my name? But the sensation of her body sheathing me is incredible. I can’t retreat. I suppose if I am to become slave to a demon, that she’s a succubus has at least one benefit. I may at least enjoy it, if it’s to be my final moment. I thrust again, my head bowed beside hers as pleasure and defeat cascade through me. I’m almost all the way inside of her. Impossibly, she’s stretched to accommodate me, a demon made for the taking, to take anything—even me and all my monstrosity.
I’m so close to releasing already.
I’m shaking. Her back is arching, and her legs are hinged at the knee. I slip my hands beneath them and rise into a kneeling position. I want to see her. I spread her thighs wider, wider, wider still, until she’s spread out like an offering before me, and I can see all of her in perfect glory.
My cock disappearing into her body is an unholy sight. “Augh,” I moan up into the sky, visible through the hole in the tent above me.
We of tribe Vironai believe that the sky is our greatest adversary. It is unforgiving in its heat, the way that it withholds clouds and rain. And, as we must with any adversary, it is our duty to keep watch over it at all times. We do nothing beneath the cover of shelter. Everything worth doing is done under the sky.
The way she spreads for me, her medium brown skin paling along the insides of her thighs, the way her brown lips flower around my cock, taking it inside of her body so hungrily. The way her back arches as she thrashes on the sheets, enjoying this or enduring it? I cannot tell definitively.
I thrust again, shaking her whole body with the movement. I pound. Watch her breasts bounce and her mouth open. I reach for her chest and squeeze one breast and then the other. She gasps, “Lacchus,” and says more soft and desperate things in her native language.
Her pretty pink tongue wets her bottom lip. She reaches for me, but I don’t let her take my fingers. I don't want her cutting herself on my claws. Even if she is a demon. Or worse. Even if she is an assassin sent from another tribe to end us.
I fuck her regardless of what she is, of what this all means. Watch her slick glisten on my shaft. Watch my own pale orange-colored pre-cum smear with hers. Watch her reach down between her curls and touch herself. The sight of her eyes flitting rapidly behind closed lids makes me angry. She’s close, but I want to be the one to make her feel pleasure.
I push her hand aside and replace her fingers with my knuckles. Rapidly, I swish them over her most sensitive area. All spread open, her dark-colored skin is so soft. Her anatomy is not unlike that of the Vironai females, only her clit seems to be larger, more swollen. She is more sensitive to stimuli and reacts wildly when I scrape my claws down her inner thighs with one hand while my other releases her other leg in favor of roughly pawing at her right breast and pinching her nipple.
Her hips buck, and her jaw smacks open and shut. Her eyes fly open and wildly, almost in terror, she looks at me. “La…Lacchus…oh!” She curses, and I panic, surprised and elated when her heels dig into the mattress and her hips lift, her little precious clit pulsing against my knuckle with ferocity. She’s…is she…coming for me?
I release an alarmed shriek that takes on a deeper tenor when pleasure slams into me like a sandstorm. The heat of her core is fucking blistering as her tight, soaking wet walls contract around my shaft, tightening like a steel band around the thickening base of my cock. I’m going to latch. I’m going to split her in half. Fuck! I try to pull out, but her ankles lock around my back, and I fall.
I fall into bliss. Face first. I crash through its welcoming fist. I collapse on top of her tiny body and slam my hips to meet hers. She winces in pain, but there’s nothing I can do about that now as my latch releases and my cock expands and my barbs unfurl and take root in her core.
She speaks rapidly in her own tongue, her hips twitching as she continues to orgasm. I hold her as steady as possible beneath me, my arm around her head, locking it down, the other high on her thigh, pinning her hips to the bed, and with my knees, I keep hers pinned wide to the point that I know it hurts.
I grind my pubic bone against her clit to extend her pleasure while ensuring that she doesn’t tear around me. My aim is to protect her. I don’t expect her to orgasm again, but the fluttering of her core resumes in earnest and her mouth falls open, her pink tongue tracing the line of her bottom lip. I lunge and suck it into my mouth, drinking in her moans and cries of ecstasy.
“You’re a perfect fucking monster,” I tell her. “Don’t…fucking…move…” I hiss as pleasure barrels over me, taking me down, down, down. I can feel her everywhere, the spark of lightning frittering between our bodies, melding us together, making us one. I’m going to breed her…There is no other choice.
Seed erupts from my body, her heat collecting my cum as I fill her up. My seed sprays out of the top of my penis, but also through the openings beneath each of my six barbs. I look down and see the way her belly inflates slightly as she takes everything I have to give her, more than her small frame can handle, but there is nothing either of us can do about that now.
I clench my teeth and fight not to let my weight collapse onto her, just as I fight through the waves of seed that spew out of me, filling up this small owelay who may be the angel of darkness or the demon of all soft things.
