That thing looks like it might possibly break a pelvis. “Lucius...”
“I’m adjustable, my sweet.” He smiles and squeezes it down to a shorter length, then stretches out until it’s long and thin. “I’m a thing of shadows. Shadows rise and fall, shorten and lengthen. I’m going to fill you perfectly—then stretch you to your limits. And you’ll command me to do so, Agatha. You’ll find such pleasure at being so full,” he whispers as he leans down close to me, bodies soon flush against one another. His cock slips inside me easily as he kisses my throat, then surges in and starts to grow as he pushes himself up over me, letting me admire the cage of his muscular chest and arms. “You will prove your strength. Test your limits. Many a queen must walk the line between pain and pleasure, but none so regally as my Agatha.”
What’s crazy about this is how sure he sounds and how much I believe him. My thighs hook over the back of his shadowy mass, feeling like I’m being cushioned in clouds while his cock slowly pumps in and out. Lucius stays still, not grunting and heaving against me as he works his hips in and out. His cock simply pistons, pushing into me a little deeper each time.
“Bigger,” I whisper. I want to feel what it’s like to be stuffed full.
“Mm, gladly. I love the feel of your walls convulsing on me when they stretch. Each time, a delicate little flutter—and then the vise.” He chuckles and obeys, swelling inside of me slowly, letting me adjust, coming back bigger on each thrust until my eyes roll back and my teeth grit.
I’m about to ask him to shrink when a pair of smoky tentacles latch onto my clit, one sucking in circles and the other pushing it back and forth, mimicking the preferred motion of my fingers.
“Did you watch me read and play with myself?” I demand, eyes suddenly wide.
“Oh, yes. At least twice. And what’s more... I’ll show you a trick later if you like.”
“What trick?”
“I can mirror anything you want me to. Even you. Would you like to bury your face between your own thighs? Suck the sweetness from your slit so you can see what I’m talking about? I can do that for you, Aggie.”
“Mirror whatever I— Mirror.” I look past him and see the mirror on the wall is now flat and gray, like slate with no reflectiveness to it. “You came from the mirror!” I cry.
“I did.”
“Youwere the thing I saw, the me without the cat!”
“Tch,” Lucius clucks his tongue. “You would bring up the one accident I had in ten centuries.”
“I’m not going crazy! I’m getting better! I am, I am, I am!” I squeal, hugging him hard around the neck, pulling him deeper into me.
“You aren’t angry?”
“Maybe later,” I whisper, biting softly on his ear and running my hand through the wavy white hair on his head.
“I’m sorry if I displeased you. I’ll gladly serve a penance,” he teases, expanding in me one more time, his tip pushing against my cervix.
There’s a jolt of pain that slowly subsides as he shifts, each push combined with the delicious friction on my clit. The clouds that held my thighs are now strong coils of flesh, rippling and licking. Lucius grunts and strains now, a drop of silver trailing down his brow.
“Come with me?” I beg as the momentum builds.
“Just after,” he promises.
I’m losing what little control I had, but it’s nothing to the physical manifestation that Lucius’ impending climax has. He’s literally going to pieces, but all the pieces are swallowing me, wrapping me in stormy, thrashing black, with lapping tentacles and kissing shadows, enveloping me outside and forcing me to the limits of fullness inside, making me—
“Ahhhh!” My cry is long and sharp and satisfied. A war cry of release when it happens, all the pleasure they talk about in books colliding inside me and washing over the surface.
Lucius bursts while my walls clamp and slurp on him, milking him dry. I feel him pop like a water balloon, the thick rod emptying inside of me and a torrent of slick wetness filling me.
