EIGHT
BEAST
Consort tastes…divine. Salt and sweet and heat, richer than any feast I have ever devoured.
I never knew what a woman would taste like. For centuries, I only imagined, only rutted in the dark with my own hand, picturing what it might be.
But the reality is...
Better. So much better.
My tongue is long and strong, built for this. I plunge inside her little hole, curling, exploring, mapping every hidden ridge.
She heaves and writhes above me, her body quaking and juices spilling onto my tongue. I drink them greedily. She tastes likelife. Like fire. Like the only meal I will ever crave again.
I’ve heard much of fucking. I’ve seen crude depictions and watched humans do it long ago. But none of it compares to the wet, hot miracle of my consort trembling beneath me.
She is so small. So breakable. Yet her mewls of pleasure make my cock throb, huge and harder than it has ever been. She does this to me. Only she.
I withdraw my tongue from her hole and drag it up her slit, savoring every drop. She whimpers, and the sound claws at my chest. She misses me inside her. Good.
I lift a thick knuckle, pressing at her entrance, testing the tight rim of her opening while my tongue swirls at the tiny nub at the top of her sex. Ah, yes. The legendary spot. I have studied it. Now I worship it.
And when I suckle, when I seal my mouth over her clit and pull?—
My consortignites.
Her hands fly to my horns, clutching them like sacred handles. I groan into her as she yanks me closer, thighs falling wide, begging me deeper without words.
It is as it was always meant to be.
Her body opens for me. My destiny, my mate, my miracle.
I press my knuckle inside, stretching her slowly while my mouth torments her nub. Her cry shatters against the stone walls, and her body convulses on my face.
I taste her climax. I drink her down, every shudder, every drop of pleasure she offers me.
And still I want more. Always more.
Because now—after centuries of emptiness, after a lifetime of solitude?—
For the first time in my cursed existence…
I will fuck.
NINE
HANNAH
I’m still spasmingin the aftershocks of what I’m pretty sure was my first-ever orgasm.
Holy shit. I just came.
Ifinallycame from being eaten out by a demon monster with a tongue straight out of my dirtiest daydream.
When he rises, mouth glistening with my juices, I finally let go of his horns. He takes his giant cock in one huge hand, and my brain flatlines. His fist doesn’t even wrap all the way around his shaft—not even counting the claws.
“Now we fuck,” he proclaims.
