There was a touch at her chin, pulling her gaze up to meet his once more, his eyes glowing brightly. She reached out as if she were in a trance, her fingers grazing the muscles of his chest, and he was hot, his body warming hers on contact.
Beautiful like a foxglove was beautiful, implicit danger underneath an alluring sheen.
The beast smiled, that too-large grin which sent a shudder down her spine, his grip tightening around her throat. He leaned over, opening his mouth wide,and she was certain he was going to devour her, closing her eyes and accepting her fate.
Instead of pain, she felt wetness trace along her chin before brushing over her lips, which she parted immediately.
Laughter echoed among the trees as the beast pressed into her mouth, forked tongues swirling around her own and coiling tension in her core. Clawed hands gripped her waist, so large they almost encircled her, and he lifted her into the air like she weighed nothing. His elbows locked under her knees, holding her steady, and she circled her arms around his feathery shoulders.
Like an animal in heat, she ground against his cock as it settled between her thighs, letting her head fall back in ecstasy.
“Such a desperate little whore, aren’t you? Do you want me to fuck you out here in the woods? Is this what you’ve been dreaming about while I’ve been gone?”
Isabelle opened her eyes, a flush breaking out on her cheeks at the way the monster stared down at her with a knowing look.
“Just this once,” she rasped, her throat tight. “Then you need to leave me alone.”
Her audacity surprised her, but she had made a vow. She could atone for this sin, then start anew. The moon mother would forgive her.
The monster tsked, shaking his head.
“You really think I’ll let you go when you’re such a perfect plaything? So needy, so obedient, heeding my call. So eager, so wet for me.”
He was right, her cunt slick as she glided over his cock, rocking her hips with renewed desperation.
Isabelle whimpered, her head clouded with lust, with the uncontrollable need racing through her.
“Tell me you’ll be mine and I’ll give you what you want,” he whispered, the sinister smile making her heart flutter.
Oh, she didn’t want it, sheneededit, the sensation of his heated cock making her blind to anything other than the release of pleasure. Her arousal was building fast, just from the way he skimmed through her slickness, but it wasn’t enough to take her over the edge. She needed to feel him inside her, a desperate urge without explanation, one she couldn’t possibly deny, no matter how much her mind screamed for her to stop.
“I’ll be yours,” she said, and the beast’s eyes widened for a split second before narrowing once again.
Isabelle struggled in his arms, afraid he would deny her, but instead he lifted her up, shifting his hips until he was notched at her entrance and sliding into her slick cunt.
“Goddess!” she gasped, arching her back, his cock stretching her far beyond anything she’d felt before.
“Do you think she’s watching us?” he hissed, leaning his face in close. “Do you think she knows I’m defiling one of her devotees?”
Isabelle groaned as she slid farther down his shaft, her arousal easing the way, though it was not an effortless fit. Shame filled her, spurred her on, in fact,making her that much more desperate to relieve the aching arousal she’d felt since Jean-Philippe had first followed her home.
The beast was gentler than she had expected, inching her down slowly until he bottomed out, still not quite fitting his entire length inside her, but close. She squirmed in his grasp, though he held her in place, his eyes gleaming with feral intensity.
“Please,” she begged, gripping the feathers at his shoulders.
“You’re an eager little wretch. Do you crave being filled like this? Do you need me to fuck your needy cunt?”
“Yes! Yes!” she cried, his dark chuckle only enhancing her frenzy, the sound rumbling through her body until it reverberated in the very marrow of her bones.
He lifted her, bringing her back to him and clicking his hips forward in one fluid motion, her body trembling with the ferocity of the thrust.
A strangled moan ripped from her throat as the beast lifted her and slammed her onto his cock over and over again. Dark vines extended from the twisting tattoos on his arms, circling her thighs and stabbing her with sharp thorns.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, but whether it was agony or ecstasy, she wasn’t certain. All she knew was she was hanging on to the beast for dear life while he fucked her raw.
“Such a precious little thing. The perfect warm hole for my cock,” he growled, his vile words almost taking her over the edge, her cunt clenching around him with each brutal stroke.
His eyes blazed, and suddenly he was at her shoulder, his maw wide and digging into the soft flesh.
