“Well, that’s your problem right there. I hate everything that comes out of your mouth.”
Her breathing picked up as I leaned over her, curling my long tongue over her neck. “Everything?” I whispered in her ear before I swiped the delicate shell with my tongue.
“You’re…” she panted.
I couldn’t stop myself from massaging her breasts through her still-intact top, praying she would someday use my hair like a leash.
“You’re the worst,” she gritted out as my shadows slid straight into her pussy without warning.
Her cry was swallowed up by the dark room. My Pumpkin liked this game though and her frictionless, dripping cunt was proof enough. I could be her monster if that’s what got her juicy for me. I let my Nightmare out to play, showing her what she had on her hands, but keeping my voice. Her eyes widened to see my many limbs, my shifting eyes. I never settled on one form for too long.
“So you’ve said before.” On that night long ago where I thought I was going to die. I remembered every detail of it. Replayed it lovingly as I spent countless nights alone with only my fist for company. “You’re ready to see my worst now, witch?”
I expected a snap back but her lake-blue eyes were all but black and her exhale brought the word, “Yes.”
Towering above her, I twisted my wrist and theshadows surrounding her in the portal. My eyes fanned black as my Nightmare surged forward, greedy for her cunt. She didn’t lose eye contact with us, her pleasurable moans still building even with the horror in front of her.
I drove into her, relishing every sopping squelch my shadows produced as her cheeks grew redder and redder. Shifting back and forth in front of her with an ever-multiplying amount of limbs, tongues, and teeth, letting her watch my Nightmare as we savaged her below the waist. She would see what we could give her. My claws shredded her shirt to get to her nipples. The light scratches I left on her skin made her pant.
Maggie’s gaze grew hazy and distant. Lust filled the room, smothering any fear. I was so used to her frowning, or biting, that the smile on her face was almost untrustworthy. Sure, I was filling her cunt with a twisting, licking array of shapes and shadows, but she kept running her free hands over my Nightmare’s slipping form. Every time she did, he settled into a more coherent shape.
“So beautiful,” she said.
I hadn’t known I liked petting until Maggie did it. My heart swelled.
“And if I tell you to come, Maggie? Are you going to be a bad girl and deny yourself?”
The dark room swallowed up her strangled cry as the shadow and smoke writhed against her clit, slipping past the hood to stroke all of it the way she liked.
Her frantic petting settled me into my Elven form.
Maggie came with a broken scream, her orgasm loosening every toned muscle on her body, crashing euphoria through the thready bond in a pale imitation of what we would be if we sealed it. My Nightmare surged forward again to capture all of her energy in the bond and I fought for my form. He could have the half of her in the inky portal if I could just stroke her hair.
“Don’t tense up,” I commanded as he sent a shadow flickering against her tight ass.
“Noth! I - I never…”
So we still got a first with her. Most of me didn’t care that Maggie had had many lovers before me, but a dark, possessive part of me dripped with anticipation to take her there.
I wanted to torture her more, work her into a frenzy with our usual banter, but different words slipped out instead. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
Her honest reply squeezed that dark thing I called a heart. I shuffled closer to loom over her, still trapped in the floor, at my mercy.
“Then breathe in.”
The breathwork she did every morning filled her chest fully.
“And breathe out.”
Her exhale relaxed her enough for me to breach her tight hole, pouring smoke and shadow into her most secret place in a smooth glide. Maggie latched onto thedangling ends of my hair, using it like a rope. My knees locked to stay upright. Either I was going down or she was coming up. Her dark curse crumpled my will. I worked my shadows into her ass in gentle, slick strokes.
Her own magic snapped across my skin, getting me hard enough to spring forth when she disintegrated my trousers with a sigil.
“Those were my favorite p-AIR!”
Her clever hands reached up above her to flick the piercings lining my cock and I almost came on her face right then.
