Page 45 of Palingenesis

Yet he does not wake.

He won’t until will it so.

I take my time licking over his hole, softening the already mailable muscles, savoring the taste of him filling my mouth.

He lets me penetrate him easily, stretching over my tongue, widening perfectly for me.

Obscene licking and slurping fills the room, a filthy cacophony of desire accompanied by his muted vocal responses.

“He enjoys this,” I murmur into his flesh, nipping at his cheek before plunging my tongue back inside him.

Wet and spread perfectly, I spear him with my mouth, edging him closer and closer to the precipice. I can smell the arousal leaking from his body, soaking into the blankets beneath him, encouraging me onward.

The urge to taste it, to claim him, wars inside me once more.

I cannot resist either.

His hips roll beneath me, seeking friction that only I can give him.

And I must.

It is time.

Kneeling between his spread legs, I gather a mouthful of saliva and spit it over his hole, just as he did my statue’s face.

He has no idea that I watched him then, just as he has no clue that it’s me doing this to him now. The human won’t remember, but I will.

I notch myself along his entrance, my own shaft rigid and purple, and I push the soaked tip into his body. The feel of his velvety warmth surrounds me, swallows me, and I cannot hold back any longer.

Plunging deep, I don’t stop until I meet his cheeks, the feel of him almost too much to bear.

His spine arches for me, his lips parting in a quiet gasp.

It’s like watching art in real time, the red splotches blooming on his cheeks and spreading across his back. The freckles there vanish in the rosy hue of his flushed skin. His muscles, both relaxed and tense.

Pleasure. Pure pleasure.

He clenches around me when I trace a faint talon down the curve of his body, as if silently begging me for more.

And then he voices it, the singular word thick on his accented tongue as his arms move beneath him, speaking to me with his hands in ways I yearn to understand. “More…”

“I willingly take it,” I murmur, blanketing his body with my own. My heated flesh slides against him, making him so slick with sweat that I dart my tongue out for a taste. The tang of salt bursts on my tastebuds, a hint of rich smoke hovering just below it, and I moan at our combined flavor. That our scents would meld so soon.

It drives me to madness, a certain sentence to allow this human to destroy me.

You swore never again.

I did, and I meant it.

But that was before Shannon strode into my town, took control of my every waking thought, and let me in to wreak havoc on his psyche. He has consumed me as much as I intend to consume him.

I’ll die a thousand deaths to do it all over again.

A harumph echoes in the back of my mind but there’s no time to argue when I’m inside my beloved, surrounded by his silky heat that melds to my length as if he were made for me. His muscles squeeze my shaft, encouraging movement, and I oblige by sliding mostly free from his heat.

And then slam back inside him again.

He takes it all, his body finding pleasure in the roughness, and it all feels…