“And what is this?”
The shadows pull back my hood, revealing the exposed nodule underneath, and Veyrion’s eyes glow a bit brighter.
“Is that…?”
I whimper and kick when his shadows flutter across it, circling the swollen button and baring it further to the chamber’s cool air.
“How curious,” Veyrion murmurs. “An odd place to put such a sensitive organ. Our females keep theirs much deeper, where it is not so vulnerable.”
His voice drops lower. “I wonder what else my shadows will find.”
A choked gasp tears from me when the shadows push past my folds and fan out inside me.
I canfeelthem.
Inside.
Sliding along my inner walls, pressing into the tiny hole I use to pee. Exploring. Finding secret places I didn’t know existed.
Then—
They hit something. A particularly sensitive spot.
And the pleasure rips up my spine like a scream made of lightning.
“I see,” Veyrion says from his throne. “You already have another pleasure center where our females keep theirs. Fascinating.”
The tendril inside me grows more substantial, pressing into that same spot again—while others continue working my breasts, flicking my exposed button, and applying pressure to thatothersmall hole, the one that’s supposed to be used for nothing but practical things.
Fire ignites inside me. My skin flushes, and a moan escapes, pleasure lighting me up like I’ve been set ablaze.
Oh moons.I’m going to orgasm. I’m going to climax whilehanging in the air,with nothing but my quickly unraveling pride to clothe me.
“Un… uh…” The sounds spill from me, wild and ungoverned. I can’t help it—I look down.
The shadows writhe over andinsidemy glistening sex like a mass of sentient smoke-vines. It’s a nightmare to witness. And yet I’m creaming, leaking all over my thighs as the sensations ripple through me, deeper and deeper.
Veyrion watches like a scholar observing a specimen, his lips curled in that mean not-quite-smile.
I hate him.
I hate myself.
I twist my knees together, trying to hide my clenching sex from his cruel eyes.
“No, princess. Don’t ruin my fun.”
More shadows lash down my legs, winding around my ankles—forcing my bottom half wide open for him.
Moons be composted…That strange, shameful heat inside me only flares brighter.
So bright I can barely breathe. My lungs stutter.
I’m going to?—
“No, princess.”
Suddenly, every shadow pulls back, except the ones around my wrists.
