My cock aches as she trembles beneath me, fucked open and begging for more.
Christ, I need to feel her wrapped around me.
But first I have a promise to keep.
Leaning down, I flick my tongue over her swollen clit, then press deeper, licking into her with the patience of a starving god.
I groan as her taste explodes across my tongue, eviscerating every last thought in my head.
Aurora’s breath hitches, her fingers twisting in my hair, yanking me closer. My scalp burns, my shadows churn, and something raw and ancient bares its teeth inside me, growling its claim against her clit.
That violent sound is a warning carved from the dark. Anyone else would’ve fallen to their knees in fear.
But Aurora?
She just tightens her fists in my hair and grinds my face deeper between her thighs.
My jaw aches from the effort, but I don’t stop. Not when she tastes like this. Not when she pulses against my mouth like her body’s always known the shape of my tongue.
I let my teeth graze her clit, just enough to make her gasp.
A rough, possessive hum rumbles through my shadows as Aurora’s body locks up, her thighs pressing against my head, keeping my tongue right where it’s meant to be.
She comes with a cry, breaking apart against my mouth as my shadows howl their devotion.
And in that moment? Everything inside me kneels.
They felt that.
They felt her break apart. For me.For us.
And they worship her for it.
So do I.
“Such a good girl,” I say breathlessly as I rise from the floor and lean over her again.
Her arousal drips off my chin, and I lick my lips, savoring every last drop.
I don’t even have time to breathe before she grabs my head in both hands, sits up, and slowly licks around my mouth, rewriting my purpose with every taste.
“Helvítis…” I groan, the word ripped from the blackened core of me she’s somehow ignited.
My shadows thrash, tendrils slamming into the walls and curling along the headboard, losing all control.
They don’t question or flinch. They just reach for her, worshiping the woman who made them real with warmth and want and a touch that makes even ancient horrors soften.
She tilts her head, sensing their reaction. And when she grins, licking the corner of my mouth just to tease, the shadows surge.
A tendril slithers up the column of her throat, curling behind her ear, desperate to stay close. At her waist, another one tightens, pushing back against my grip, unwilling to let her go.
I smirk, watching the way she reacts, feeling it echo through every shadow still tethered to her skin.
This isn’t about dominance. It’s about recognition.
“Go on, then,” I whisper against her temple. “Worship your queen.”
They move as if released from a leash.
