“I thought it was a dream,” I say, my anger dissipating like plumes of smoke, leaving room only for inescapable need. “And technically, wasn’t ityouwho ravaged me all night long?”
The shadows hum contentedly, circling my nipples, turning the aching peaks hard.
“I can’t believe you fucked my shadow self before me.” He grumbles to himself, and a wicked thought occurs to me. I gingerly wrap my hand around his shadowy double’s cock, and stroke it once.
“So, do you feel this or not?”
A sultry pout forms on my lips while I stroke the misty length. By the way his breath hitches, and his girth stands at attention, I have no doubt he can feel my ministrations.
I turn to peck Shadow Killian on the lips, still gliding my hand up and down his length. Then, I turn and wink at Killian, saying in my best seductress voice, “Now him, I can call my shadow daddy!”
Killian’s eyes bulge and his fists clench at his side. “No, the hell you won’t! Now I have to be jealous of my own fucking self?!?!”
I rasp a provocative laugh as I saunter his way, guiding him towards the bed.
“Relax, baby, this is going to be so much fun!” I nudge him backwards and he falls on the bed.
Killian
I prop myself on my elbows as I watch enraptured as my vixen little umbra strolls back to my shadow self, and falls down to her knees in front of him.
“You and I—we’ll have words about this later, you dipshit,” I mouth silently, and my double just grins—fucking grins—at me, like the cat that ate the sexy canary first.
She’s grabbing my shadow self’s cock—no, that’s not right…My cock? My shadow cock?—oh, Akaori, the semantics of what’s happening are giving me whiplash. I suck in a stuttered breath as she lowers her head to the crown ofourdick and licks it once from head to base. I reach a hand out to touch her, but she wiggles a finger at me playfully.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, baby. No touchy-feely. Just watch and enjoy. Your turn will come.” She swings her head back, and in one swift movement swallows our length, one bob of her head at a time. Fuck, how good it feels, it’s as if she’s doing it directly to me. In a twisted way, she is.
Her wicked tongue laps at a languid pace around the shadowy cock, and I feel every swirl, every lick. I grab myself and start stroking, adding my own pressure to the maddening sensations she’s providing.
My double entangles his hands in her chocolate strands, guiding her up and down, and she quickens the pace, hollowing out her cheeks and arching her back. I have a front-row seat to that sweet pink pussy, throbbing with need. The air is becoming so thick with the scent of her arousal—something so earthly, so delicious and carnal—that I strain myself not to jump on her from behind and sink myself into that heaven to the hilt.
Oh, Akaori, what is this female doing to me? The nickname menace is right up her alley, because she is a fucking menace in Fae form. A hazard to my sanity, to my cock, to my very heart and soul.
She bobs her head in rapid sequence, grazing our manhood with her teeth, and I’m done for. I erupt in my hand like a hormonal, pimpled youth that’s never touched a woman yet. Low growls slip my parted lips, and I close my eyes in forfeit. She has me completely in the palm of her dainty hands, and she doesn’t even know it.
When I open my eyes, she’s standing back on her feet, slowly licking those lush lips, and pretending to swallow loudly, as she heads my way. My shadows disintegrate their form and reappear on the bed behind me like a predator waiting for its willing prey.
I grab her wrist and pull her into me, placing a chaste kiss next to her belly button. She smells so Akaoridamn delectable, and I will die if I don’t have a taste of her, yesterday. I swing her back onto the bed between the open legs of my double, parting her knees with my hands. I lower my head to her entrance, drinking her scent deeply. She squirms in our grasp, pushing her hips upwards, but I pin her down with a hand while lazily circling her nub with the other.
“Killian…” she rasps wantonly.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, little umbra,” I parrot her earlier mock. “It’s my time to torture you, love. Be a good girl and let me feast.”
Aimee
Sucking Shadow Killian just moments ago has been a religious experience. I worshiped on my knees, praying to his misty altar with my lips and tongue, like a fucking deviant zealot.
Feeling Killian’s cool breath on my entrance right now? How he laps my slit in languid circles, smirking, swirling his tonguelike he’s eating a goddamn sweet frozen treat? It’s fucking cathartic.
I’ve always laughed at the idea of having an out-of-body experience, the thought ludicrous in my mind. But, as his double reaches between my legs, teasing my clit with playful touches, and as Killian flattens his tongue, dragging his piercing excruciatingly slow through my folds—I’m suddenly a believer!
“Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods!” I pant and moan, feeling every nerve ending in my body as it catches on fire.
“No Gods here, little umbra, except for me and my shadows,” Killian mumbles against my flesh. He plunges his tongue inside me, like a ravenous beast gorging on the best, most succulent piece of meat he’s ever had the chance to devour, and my vision goes blurry. I remember when he’d arrogantly stated that I’ll one day be thanking the heavens and the underworld for his skills, and damn it, I do!
Killian and his shadows are ruining me to such a degree that I might as well become a nun after this, because no male can ever bring me to the brink of insanity like he does, like they can. But no monastery would accept among its ranks a harlot that wears her sins like a badge of pride.
Moan after moan slips my lips as Killian fucks me with his unholy tongue. And when he bites down on my pussy, his fangs piercing the skin just enough to draw blood, I explode like a supernova threatening to swallow the entire universe whole. Tingles wash over me in drowning waves, and I scream his name over and over again, like a perverted litany.
