"Just," I whine, "Just give me a second."
"No," he bites out, his teeth grazing my clit and making me squeal. His ministrations against me turn savage, his tongue fucking into me recklessly, his fingers digging little bruises into my hips and thighs.
Still working that hot mouth between my legs, Eamon grows to his demon size, his massive tongue undulating inside me as I wriggle against the new sensation. His skin turns blue-black, those giant antlers forming atop his head as his fingers turn into claws, adding another pinch of pain along my skin.
His sharp canines scratch against my pubic bone as he fucks me with his giant tongue, the blood and saliva-coated appendage ravaging my insides, wriggling and reaching places only he can.
Once again, the pressure builds, that hot tension at the base of my spine warning of the impending explosion.
As he relentlessly slides it against every inch of my pussy, inside and out, his phantom voice fills my head.
This pussy is fucking mine.
I love filling it withany andevery part of me you'll take.
It stretches so perfectly around me— Christ, I love having my tongue all the way inside you, making you fucking cry with it.
His filthy words echoing in my mind, paired with the pressure on that spot inside me, turn my wholebodyinto molten lava, a scream of ecstasy bouncing off the walls around us as I come undone again, the muscles inside me squeezing and releasing his tongue in a rhythm only we know.
He groans with me, making his tongue writhe inside me and draw out my pleasure until I turn boneless, sagging against the steel and panting, unable to keep my eyes open and watch any longer.
Thoroughly pleased with himself, he gently eases his tongue out, and I hiss from the sudden loss of warmth inside me.
"Oh, honey," he coos, his voice sounding further away, "you're so beautiful like this. A stunning, filthy little work of art on display just for me."
I force my eyes open to see him standing up to his full height above me, the monstrosity and beauty of histrueform taking me by surprise every single time.I believe italways will, no matter how many years we have together.
"That's two," his claws dance against my skin, tracing the swirls he left behind, the blood drying on my skin. "Only six more to go."
Virginal
Eamon
I've waited two months for this.
Longer, if I'm being honest.
Truthfully, I think I've waited the entire century I've been alive for this moment.
Isla is genuinely the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen.
Naked and flushed red all over after the two orgasms brought all that pretty blood to the surface. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her heart pounding.
And all the little pieces of art across her flesh. Each bite mark feels like a connection. A place where our bodies have met, where she's allowed me to invade her flesh in a way no one else willingly has before. The blood drying on her skin, the whorls decorating her beautiful, tan, strong and fullbody. Every bit of proof of our love calls my name, a symphony and a painting created by and for us.
Her blood sings in my veins, the feeling one I recognize now, even though I was too blind to it months ago, the drugging feeling of having a part of her inside my veins clouding mythoughts. But now I understand why her blood lights me up in a way no one else's ever has, why it tastes like salvation.
I take my clawed hand and bring it up to my mouth, my eyes locked on Isla's, her pupils blown wide in anticipation.
I drag my thumb against a sharp canine, the slight pinch of pain as I break the skin making my heart pound.
Isla watches me, waiting patiently, her jaw dropping as blood blooms on the pad of my thumb.
"You know what this is?" I ask her, leaning over her and holding my hand above her gorgeous face, "What it means?"
She nods, captivated by the black liquid cascading down my thumb and wrist.
"You know that if you take this into your mouth, there's no going back," she nods again, her fingers twitching like she might reach for my hand and lick the liquid off of me herself. I start panting at how her need mirrors my own. "Yeah?"
