He fills me to make his point.
He drives to the base, a hard, rapid grind that digs the barbs deeper into flesh. But the sting is nothing to the feel of being immobile while he uses me for his own pleasure.
Just a pretty hole being used.
I shouldn’t like it, shouldn’t let my muscles tighten around him, but there’s a wisp at my clit. Demanding little tendrils flicking with urgency and I…
My hips shift. Lifting and rising the best they can to every plunge.
The creature smirks and watches me, studies my reaction as he forces me to cum again. Then again. Three before I feel the hot splatter of release expel inside my channel. So much of it. Ropes that spill free and mix with the mess still soaking the table.
Did shadow creatures have sperm?
A lot by the sheer volume that follows him out when he dislodges.
I expect him to release me. To retract his shadows, but my arms stay pinned over my head. He does carefully undo my legs, guiding them with surprising gentleness to the table. One hand drifts down to rub the marks left behind.
But all I see is the man … creature hovering over me, braced by his hands. Dark strands spill into eyes still writhing in their sockets.
“It’s truly unfair how beautiful you are,” his quiet murmur is a solemn whisper between us, a heartbroken confession that tickles across my face. “And I am too selfish to free you now that you’ve given me your soul.”
The kick in my chest is easily dismissed, ignored for the much bigger picture.
“As long as you hold your end of the bargain, you can keep it.”
A slow smile lights the edges of his mouth.
“I always fulfill my promise. I will put their heads at your feet.”
“I don’t want their heads. I want to watch them die.”
His grin widens. “Then you shall have it.”
Satisfied, I turn to the other question prodding at the back of my mind. The one I should have asked before offering myself to this creature.
“Is Marcus okay?”
Carefully, he slides off the table and stands next to my hip. The vines around my wrist release and I’m gathered up off the table with the gentle effort of a bag of feathers.
“I suppose that depends,” the creature states.
“Did you kill him?” I clarify.
I’m bundled against his chest and surrounded by ropes of tendrils that cradle me, shield me from the chill creeping through the room. The gesture would be endearing if he wasn’t taking so long to answer.
“I did not,” he says at last. “I’m simply using his body for the moment.”
There are other questions I suppose I should be asking. Important ones. But exhaustion has me resting my head on his shoulder and letting him cart me to wherever he wishes. I assume back to Marcus’s room when we start in the direction of the corridor of angels. It doesn’t seem to bother him that he’s still fully naked, nor does he hesitate when maneuvering the corridors.
“Is it hurting him?” I ask around a yawn.
“No.”
My eyelids slip shut. “Will he remember what happened?”
The hesitation is lingering. An extended number of seconds before he says, “No.”
I think I’m relieved. I don’t know how I would explain what happened. I also don’t know how I would tell him that I went behind his back and made a pact with a…
