“Tell me you deserve this!” Skartovius bellows, spanking my ass hard. He folds his body over mine, hugging me close, slamming into me so hard I feel his heavy balls slapping against my cunt.
“Please, sire, we need it! We deserve your horrible punishment!” I cry out, feeling like a foolish girl for giving credence to Skar’s unhinged demands. My arms and legs tremble. I can no longer hold onto Garroway’s hand if I want to stay on my feet. “Keep fucking the life out of your brat princess! I swear I’ll never do it again!”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, little temptress. You’ve pushed me too far this time, but I know a lie when I hear one. Lukain will not stop coming for you.”
“I’ll do everything in my power to stop him,” I moan.
A shadow wraps around my neck, lightly squeezes, and digs into my hair. A second later, it wrenches my neck back and I croak. The loss of airflow is just enough to rip another orgasm out of me. Stars close in around my vision. Darkness approaches—
And Skartovius growls as he withdraws, spraying his cum across my ass and back. I wobble from another spank, twitching—
And the web of shadowy puppet-strings abruptly vanish, no longer holding me and Garroway up.
We collapse to our knees, finally, gasping and moaning for escape.
Skartovius stands over us. I can only imagine the lurid sight of his two pets, asses raised in the air, holes stretched and widened to his liking.
He lets out a hum of appreciation. “I’ve missed you, little temptress. In case you couldn’t tell.”
The coldness of the floor against my cheek feels like a blessing after all the heat cloying around the room, my belly, and my insides, mingling with the sex and sweat and cum.
I smile vaguely, feeling my eyes closing and drifting off. “I . . . I’ve missed you too, my wicked love.”
Chapter 16
Skartovius
I am beginning to see how useful my ability to manipulate shadows is. Training the power gifted to me by Sephania’s blood has made things . . . fascinating.Quite good.
I never thought to solidify my apparitions into near-solid apparatuses until the idea jumped on me as I pressed my body against my little temptress. From there, it was about concentration and feel, blindly commanding the shadows to do devious things I’d never thought possible.
The Damned can attest: I reached my goal with aplomb. Staring down at the dripping bodies of my pet and my queen shows me how much my handiwork is appreciated.
Using Sephania’s shadow against her made things easier, since the power derived from her.But two shadows at once, Garroway’s included?It’s interesting how much stronger my blood-pull became when close to my brat princess. How muchmoreI could do, exerting only as much effort as needed.
I don’t feel depleted when it’s done. Worn out and aching, perhaps, with a sensation bordering on immense satisfaction and smugness. But not the exhaustion I first felt when learning to shadowwalk or control the patches of darkness around me.
When Sephania lets out a mewling sound, I crouch next to her, running a hand through her hair. “Now, now, love, no need to get up so fast. You can rest here.”
“In the study?” She fixes me with a forlorn expression, adorable on her gorgeous face.
My eyes glance over at Garroway, on all fours like a bitch in heat, panting hard. “Seems I wore you two out.”
“I c-can go again,” Garroway murmurs defiantly.
I slap his ass lightly and stand, smiling. “I appreciate the vigor, cub, but not now. You both need rest.” I tap my chin, a thought coming to me. “Perhaps my shadows drain the energy from you. Hmm. Here.”
I bring the single chair in the room over to the table I punched through and hold my wrist out. My anger has blown over now that I’ve defeated Lukain in the most important aspect. With a flick of my nail across a vein, I pat my knee with my free hand. “Come to me, little loves.”
Garro’s head snaps over his shoulder as he sniffs the air. His pupils dilate and he pads over on his hands and knees like a good dog. Sephania is not far behind him, her huge ass swaying as she moves like a lithe feline.
The sight of them crawling makes my cock stir, twitching as it hangs heavily between my thighs off the edge of the chair. Their eyes flicker in unison between the shadows of my nether region before going to the blood trickling down my wrist. “Have a taste of the ancients to perk you up.”
They share a look and then ravenously grab my arm together. My smile widens as they paw at me, slurping the blood from my arm, fighting for control over me. I’m no longer twitching, my cock steadily growing and lifting of its own accord, until it stands like a pillar in my lap.
With a sigh, I mutter, “Come now, there’s enough for everyone. No need to fight.”
I’ve turned them into ravenous beasts, which arouses me more than it should. With their lips bloodied, my essence dribbling down their chins, they lock lips and kiss to swap my blood between them.
