Her breathing is audible, fast and gasping. Her hands press to her chest, and I study her curiously, her skeletal back heaving with every rapid breath. Is she afraid? Of me? That’s precious.
“Leave me alone,” comes her gasped plea, and I huff, sending more shadows her way. Tentacles of darkness wrap around her waist and arms until the pleasure of touching her skitters down my vertebrae and settles between my legs.
I harden shamelessly. I didn’t get to fuck anyone or even do it myself for months when she was gone, too heartbroken and frantic to consider it. But that’s well over.
“You’ll never be alone, love.”
I stalk around her until she’s forced to face me, my shadows keeping her feet rooted to the floor. Her breathing deepens, little growls of fury falling out of her mouth with every exhale. Her face is mutinous.
“Let go or I’ll make you bleed.”
I laugh, delighted. “There she is! Claws, indeed. Try, love. I will not stop you.”
I expect her to reach for me with her untrimmed nails that are sharp and filthy, but instead, Jaga gives me a grim smile. Seconds later, my skin splits from my sternum all the way down to my crotch, stopping at the line of thorns.
“Oh,fuck.”
I pulse with fresh arousal, a glittering drop of precum bursting from the tip. It sparkles in the firelight like the precious gems in the walls, and Jaga makes a startled sound when she sees it.
My skin knits together, and the blood that gets out trickles down my stomach, through my thorns lying harmlessly flat, to wind down my shaft in brilliant rivulets.
Her breath catches, eyes shooting up. “You’re disgusting.”
“Yes.” I nod shamelessly, not trying to deny the truth. “So different from Weles, aren’t I? Such a base creature, the devil. Ruled by his lowest instincts, impulsive, greedy, cruel, andbeastly.That’swhat you fell in love with, poppy girl. You’re a little beast yourself.”
Unlike me, she doesn’t accept her darkness, so my words incense her. Jaga hisses, struggling against the tightening hold of my shadows that wind around her back and hips, some wiggling easily between her thin thighs.
“Hurt me again,” I taunt her. “I dreamed of this, poppy girl. You being alive, angry, fucking murderous. Hurt me. Show me what you want.”
A roar of rage tears out of her throat. A whirlwind of magic rises around me, the air smelling just like it does after lightning hits wet earth. Sharp, shallow cuts bite into my skin, and I hold my healing magic back, allowing my love to carve me into pieces.
My skin opens all over, red slashes on my chest, my stomach, my back. A cut splits my eye, and I hiss, letting the wet liquid from my burst eyeball trickle down my cheek. I can take pain and mutilation.
But Jaga’s strength is flagging, her outburst over before it properly began. She breathes hard, her eyes wild, teeth bared in a vicious snarl. The cuts stop falling, the whirlwind quieting. I stand in front of her, blood pooling at my hooves. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips.
“I will not let you fashion it into another amulet,” I growl. “But you can drink it. Here, love.”
Walking closer, I grab her head and tilt it back, pushing a finger against her lower lip to keep her mouth open. As my wounds close and my eye heals, I command my spilled blood to lift off the floor and float into her unresisting mouth.
She swallows, over and over, eyes closing in blissful defeat, and I get harder, greedier for my little witch now that she’s finally back. Tenderness and affection fly on the wings of lust, and I coo with satisfaction, uninhibited in my devilish form.
“Is it good, my darling? Why didn’t you want it before? I’ll always give it to you, I promise. You’re the only person who’s allowed to drink of me. You can have anything you want. Yes, see? It feels so good with my magic inside you. It feels good when we’re one.”
Already, her skin is brighter, regaining its healthy flush. Her cheeks fill out a little, her hair getting a bit of a shine, and she moans between swallows as her legs give out from pleasure.
I sweep her up in my arms and settle in a deep alcove, sending my shadows to cover the entrance. I’ll fuck her once she stops feeding. It’s only right.
When the final drop slides down Jaga’s throat, she heaves a deep sigh of well-being. Her head lolls back on my arm, her eyes glassy. Her mouth is red, wet with blood, and I want to lean down to kiss it, but perversely hold back.
It’s strange that her kisses seem more thrilling, more favorable than fucking. I’ll kiss her after. It will be like the delicacy of a dessert after a filling main course.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, bringing her loose, sated body up until she straddles my lap, her stomach flexing against my erection. “Don’t do anything. I’ll handle it, love.”
“Waaait,” she slurs, her mouth too loose to speak with precision. “No… You… No…”
“No?” I chuckle under my breath. “Come on, love. I smell it on you. You’re always so horny after I give you my blood, and we’ve waited long enough. Let’s put it all behind us and have a fresh start.”
Let things go back to normal, as if my betrayal and yours never happened.
