"That's it," I groan. "Come for me. Come on just the tip of my cock like the desperate little whore you are."
Her breathing stutters, becomes rapid and erratic, and I feel her walls clench and pulse around just that small part of me inside her. She's coming, her body betraying her again, and I haven't even truly entered her.
And then I see it again.
Her lips part. Wider this time. And a sound escapes that’s soft, breathy, almost like a moan.
I stare at her face, my cock still barely inside her, my heart pounding.
That wasn't my imagination.
Her mouth moved. She made a sound.
The spell is breaking.
No. No, that's not possible. I reinforced it just last week. I bite her every time to keep it stable. It can't be breaking.
Unless...
Unless I'm going insane. Unless seventy-three years of this has finally broken my mind, and I'm seeing things that aren't there. Hearing things that don't exist.
"Good girl," I whisper, but my voice shakes. "Such a good girl, coming for me so easily. Coming from just the tip."
The moment her orgasm starts to fade, I slam forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I need to feel her. Need to ground myself in something real.
"Good girl," I chant, pulling back and driving in again. The violence of it shocks me, but I can't stop. "Good girl." Another thrust, harder. "Good girl." And another, brutal enough that her body jerks forward. "Good girl, good girl, good girl."
The rhythm matches my words, each syllable punctuated by my cock splitting her open. My claws dig deeper into her hips, drawing more blood.
"You're safe here," I pant, fucking into her harder than I ever have. "Those men who keep coming, those princes and knights, they want to take you away. Want to use you. Want to fuck you like the whore you are. But you're my whore.Mine. I kill them all. I'll always kill them. You're protected here. Safe. Mine."
My wings spread wider as my pleasure builds, the iridescent blue stretching as my wingspan pulls out to its fullest extent.
"This will never end," I promise, my claws digging into her hips hard enough to bruise, to scar. "I'll keep you here forever. Keep you safe. Keep you as my perfect girl. My queen. My love. No one will ever hurt you. No one will ever take you from me."
I feel my orgasm approaching, my cock swelling inside her. My wings flap once, twice, and then spread completely as I come. A full span of iridescent blue stretched wide, catching every bit of light in the room.
"Mine," I roar, emptying inside her for the second time tonight. "Forever mine." I pump a few last times as I feel her pussy clenching around me. Accepting me.
"I love you," I roar, my voice breaking. "I love you, Adelaide. Only you. My perfect slut. You're my everything."
My seed floods her again, marking her, claiming her, and my wings slowly fold back as the last pulses fade.
I stay buried inside her for a long moment, catching my breath, staring at the side of her face.
Her lips are still. Her expression serene.
Did I imagine it? Am I losing my mind?
I carefully pull out and arrange her back on the bed. My hands are shaking. There's blood on her hips where my claws dug in. More blood on her neck from my bite.
What's happening to me?
Tomorrow I'll check the spell. Tomorrow I'll figure out why I need her more and more, why I'm getting more violent, more desperate, more unhinged.
But tonight...
Tonight I need to get away. Need to clear my head. Need to fly and feel the wind and remember who I am, what I am, before I completely lose myself.
