I moan again. My mind feels fizzy. There is too much pleasure and satisfaction to process. Hex is touching me in a thousand places and each and every spot feels euphoric.
Hex stops kissing me. His head drifts down my body. Dimly, I’m aware that I’m naked. My clothes seem to have disappeared. I hope Hex didn’t magically disintegrate my comfiest jeans.
He gently nudges my thighs apart. I spread my legs shamelessly wide and forget all about comfy jeans.
Soft, hot heat laps over my hole, and I wail. Fucking hell that feels good.
He licks again and again. Wet, gentle and determined. Confident and hungry.
I throw my arm over my face in an effort to muffle my debauched cries.
His tongue glides and glides. I wail and wail.
He eases into me. A gentle nudge that my body surrenders to. I groan deeply as he fills me.
So soft. So silken, yet so heavy and present.
He slides deeper and deeper. Deeper still.
My cock throbs. My heart races. My lungs heave erratically.
Hex thickens and swells. Is it his tongue or his cock? I have no idea. I’m not sure it matters. He is a shadow being. It is Hex inside of me. The rest is semantics.
He continues to grow. Stretching me wide. Filling me deep.
Nothing has ever felt so good.
I bite my arm.
Tendrils of shadow gently pull my arm away. I can almost hear Hex saying,I wish to hear you, My Love.
I suck in a breath and then I scream my delight as Hex fucks me. He hits my prostate just right, in a way I’ve only ever managed with toys.
Sparks ignite. Stars explode in my mind. Muscles contort and spasm. I orgasm so hard it is a religious experience. Near-death, out of body, the full works.
Joy, euphoria, ecstasy. Burning bright. Consuming me.
Eventually, the fire dims. Slowly I drift back into my body. Reality begins to reform.
Hex is lying beside me on the bed. His arms are around me. I’m panting and sweaty. Very disorientated.
A stray thought bubbles up. A line from Lord of the Rings. ‘Darkness took me and I strayed out of thought and time.’
I wheeze out a weak laugh. Gandalf, you have no idea. Getting killed by a Balrog is nothing compared to getting railed by a shadow being.
“My love?”
Hex’s concern makes me laugh even harder.
“I’m fine, you just fucked my brains out and all that’s left is nonsense. Well, more nonsense than usual.”
Before he can say anything, I roll over and snuggle into his chest. I sigh happily.
His arms tighten around me, and his shoulders relax.
“You are incredible, My Love.” He kisses the top of my head.
I snort softly against his chest, and let sleep claim me.
