My thighs tremble and I clamp down around his tongue as I scream, my back nearly breaking while I come like an avalanche. Wetness rushes out around my thighs, into his mouth, and drips onto my bed. His tendril slips out of my ass and I instantly want it back.
"Fuck," he growls into me, lapping up every bit. "My delicious fucking little monster."
I try to make words but my tongue won’t work. It’s too thick and confused about what to do. Finally, I get out. "I want you inside me."
Still licking up my outer lips with far too much smug satisfaction, his eyes narrow. Then Shadow kisses me with possessive wantonness, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. It is so erotic, I gush a little more.
"Beg me," he growls against my lips.
"Please fuck me with your cock, Shadow."
"‘Cause I’m your little whore," he instructs.
"‘Cause I’m your little whore." My thighs shake almost violently as I say the words.
And then he’s pushing inside me. My scream is cut off by his size filling me up to my throat.
But he’s primed me until I’m a dripping wet slide for him to bury his cock into. His size is still a shock, but I’ve dreamed of it so much since that night in the park that I welcome the pain of him stretching me.
He pries my bandages away and licks at my chest, healing the wounds from the park.
Shadow’s pace is punishing and I claw through his perfect scaled shoulders until I feel wetness pool around my nails. I fucking love every moment.
My orgasm is right there, on the tip of my brain, on the edge of my clit, on top of his mushroom-head cock. I’m moments from tumbling, shattering, melting all over him.
Then his cock is ripped from my body with shocking abruptness. My feet hit the floor, but he’s still holding me up. Otherwise, I’d collapse on useless knees. Blood redistributes in my head, making me dizzy.
Shadow’s focus is no longer on me, his head is cocked to the side, blood-red eyes narrowed in suspicion. He senses something.
"They’re coming."
I don’t know whotheyare, but all I feel is pissed off that I’m not coming. That he’s not exploding inside me.
"The Guard," he sneers.
Reality breaks through my overly wrought body and lust-filled mind. Shadow’s in danger. "I must go," he says.
"Shadow," I cry, trying to grab him as he begins to melt back toward the darkness under my bed. Forced to support themselves now, my legs instantly fail and I end up catching the edge of the bed before I end up in a heap on the floor.
And then I’m alone again.
I want to scream in frustration.
I don’t care what he says about his world being toxic. I want to go with him. Be with him. Protect him the way he protects me. Unravel him the way he does to me.
Something inside me hardens at the thought this will be my life forevermore. Trapped in a human world I have lost the stomach for, while he runs for his life in a realm I can’t touch. Will he come back after having eaten too many monster hearts again? Will it overtake his reasoning mind until I lose him or until he kills me?
There is no happy ending here. Either I’ll languish in my world, or he’ll end me in his pursuit to protect the Nexus.
I feel part of my black soul disintegrate into ashen dust. Meanness fills me. Anger, hot and unyielding fills me like a cauldron of lava.
Shadow is right. He’s twisting me, changing me. I thought I was a monster before, but I’m finally embracing the darkness in a way I’ve somehow held off for so long.
I’m finally becoming the monster I’ve always claimed to be.
And Lord help anyone who tests the depths of my darkness.
When Neighbors Come To Call
