Two more shadows close in around me—my face this time—and wrap around my wrists. Sweat beads Skar’s brow. With a flick of his eyes the shadow strands pry my arms up and pin them above my head.
Skartovius frees his hand from my tunic, ripping it open from the inside.
I inhale as my tits bounce heavily in front of me, while the shadows of my arms keep me restrained and the one between my legs slickly dives into my pussy. My thighs shake from a burst of sensations, comets shooting across the backs of my lids. “Ah!” I cry, knocking my knees together.
Skar lifts the shadows higher, holding my hands fully above my head like a prisoner. “Is this how they had you, little temptress?”
“Yes! They never didhalfas much to me as you plan on doing, you despicable bastard!”
Behind him, Garroway whimpers, left to watch his master defile his mistress.
Skar’s smile curls deviously. “Tell me all the ways I’m worse than your captors, Sephania.”
“You’re socoarseand wicked!” I yell. “You have no r-right to the things you do, yet you think you owneveryoneand everything!”
“No. Just you.”
I notice heavy throbbing between his legs, pressing against my belly. My words arouse him, even as I try to drag his conscience through the mud and tell him what an awful monster he is. Fingers hook into the waistband of his leather pants and I think,More shadows?—
Before Garroway pulls Skar’s pants down with great force, freeing his master’s huge cock. It swings up and slaps against my wet cunt with an audible clap.
“Ah,” Skar chirps happily. “Seems our needy little pet could wait no longer.” He reaches a hand back, petting the bald pate of Garroway, drawing another mewling, lustful sound from the dhampir’s throat. “Do your worst,” Skar says, “but understand my punishment is meant for my queen.”
Looking around the side of Skar’s hard body, I watch Garroway’s head disappear between his master’s legs. His hands fall on Skar’s ass, gripping his waist, and he begins to slobber.
Skar’s shooting eyebrows, the tense expression on his face, tells me all I need to know: Garroway has relegated himself to licking his master’s asshole and pleasing Skartovius . . .
. . . And it’s all for my sake. Skar’s cock grows even more engorged, thicker, and presses against my needy clit a moment later.
When he slams inside me, my world shuts off. It’s not so much the length or size of him, rather the way the shadow tendril rushes to meet him, coiling around his cock and pressing tightly against my clit.
My eyes screw up, one growing, one narrowing from the intensity of his plowing. He fucks me hard, fast, standing, his shadows keeping me aloft for him to rail into.
Skar grunts as Garroway eats his ass and only makes him harder inside me. My walls stretch, and I momentarily lose myself while wondering how such a thin-framed man can pack such a monster between his legs, and how I’m so lucky for it to belong tome.
I writhe and tremble as he fucks me, his thrusts erratic from the growing rage inside him and the tiredness his shadow-summoning must cause. My ass slams continuously into the books behind me, clapping against the shelf, knocking down tomes and priceless scrolls.
Garroway stands, evidently having had enough of his master’s backside. He brings his hard cock out, hands remaining on Skar’s hips, and prepares to thrust inside his master’s rear. “Let me help you help her, my lord.”
As Garro moves to thrust inside Skar, a snaking thread of shadow wraps around his waist and pulls him back. Hestumbles, hissing, before the shadow slips between his legs and disappears inside his rear.
“Not so fast, pet,” Skar growls over his shoulder with another wicked smirk. “I make the rules around here.”
Garroway’s eyes widen. His cock drools and thickens upright from the force of the shadowy penetration from below. His body shakes and he tries to move forward to get at Skar—
It’s hopeless. The nobleblood simply sends more tentacles of darkness to wrap around Garro’s limbs and hold him still while the main shadow thrusts into him.
Skar roars and pulls his cock out of me, the shadow receding from my clit. I cry out and come hard from the intense loss of pressure. He makes vague motions with his hands and suddenly the shadow shackles holding my wrists spin me around, baring my wide ass to the lord of the manor.
He acts as a conductor, doing the same thing to Garroway, controlling his thrall and swinging him toward the shelves like the dhampir is nothing more than a puppet caught on strings.
Garroway grunts and his palms fall flat on the shelf, gripping for purchase on a ledge. He looks over at me as we stand in a row, side by side. His eyes widen when Skar slaps his rear with a loud clap that rings through the study.
As Skartovius plows inside my pussy from the back, his hips slamming into my jiggling cheeks, he commands his shadows to plug Garroway’s hole. The dhampir and I moan simultaneously. We reach out to hold each other’s hands as our master renders us useless, using our bodies for his cruel, delicious punishment, and wrenching every drop of fluids from our bodies.
While the nobleblood rails into me, all I can do is turn my head to the side and watch as his shadow tentacles do the same to poor Garroway. I lean over and kiss him, and our lips slobber and smash together while being destroyed.
Before long, we slide to our knees, our legs no longer able to hold us up but our tenacity and dignity keeping us upright.
