The sensation when he sucked it into his mouth made her mouth fall open with a breathless moan. Her thighs wrapped around his head, smothered his face against her throbbing core. The moment his tongue thrust into her, she cried out, her back bowing backward. The shadows gave enough that she was nearly horizontal in the air, held up only by black smoke as the King of the Netherworld feasted.
Every time she squirmed, his gripped tightened, refusing to let go of his addiction.
This was different than before.
Frenzied.
Unrestrained.
There really was no recourse but to give into his demand. To let the pleasure take over, stealing her breath. Until she shattered.
Alora screamed, thighs shaking as the orgasm shot through her like lightning. Rune licked her through it, greedily, consuming every gasp and drop.
Only when she sagged, did he finally sit back, eyes blown black, lips glistening, horns glinting in the firelight. Then he released the shadows binding her and caught her as she fell onto his lap. Alora shivered, blinded by pleasure and a delicious ecstasy.
“Savor how delicious you are,” he murmured, drawing her lips to his.
Rune took her mouth, lips carrying her essence. Alora moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as he kissed her, slowly grinding her on his erection. She reached for his belt, but his hand lightly caught hers.
His red eyes softened, and he gently ran his fingers through her damp hair. “When I took you to bed in our first life…it had been with a mortal body.”
Her brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”
After a pause, he slipped out from beneath her as he stood. The shadows eddied around him a moment, dissolving all of his clothing until nothing remained.
Her eyes trailed over his naked form, sinking lower. And she went still.
Oh.
Oh gods.
He was massive—twiceas massive.
Not one, but two, thick lengths jutted from his body, each inhumanly dark, each veined with glowing red paths like molten lava.
The larger one, beneath, was ridged along the sides, sculpted in cruel perfection as though designed to demolish her. The other curved above it, sleek and dark, like some terrible crown for the obscenity below. The head of both were flushed a darker shade of black, beading with his cum.
Alora’s throat went dry.
Her whole body grew hot at the sight, her heart fluttering wildly. Her breath stuttered. Goosebumps raced down her arms. She should run. She should pray. She should doanythingexcept sit there staring like some entranced fool.
She swallowed, her heart beating so fast. How would she take him? She was a virgin in this life, but his mortal body had been nowhere near asendowedas this.
Chuckling, Rune’s mouth hitched on one end. “Relax, songbird. I will give you only one of my cocks tonight.”
Alora’s anxiety eased.
It only took him one second to know exactly how much she could handle their first time. Though she had to admit, she looked forward to… experiencing both.
Rune’s glamor surfaced, banishing his tail and wings, leaving behind his pale skin and crimson markings. Leaving one, much less intimidating member. But she didn’t mean for him to hide again.
He sat on the bed, and she straddled him as they languidly kiss. His hand found her throat, holding her to him. Her body convulsed at the first caress of his hard length, sliding through her folds like he had that night in the cottage. He was warm, hard, and soft as silk. He stroked himself along her slit, drawing out more of her arousal until he was coated with it.
But she had imagined this moment without the veil of magic.
“Rune… I want to be with you for exactly who you are.”
Pausing, Rune searched her eyes a moment. “What you ask cannot be undone.”
