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“Pretty thing,” the beautiful creature coos, clutching my arms tight enough to pin them to my ribs. I have to arch my back to accommodate how she’s bending me. “Why are you trying to leave when we could have fun under the moon forever?”
Her eyes are as green as jade, as bright as spring against their red rims. She runs her tongue along her lower lip, making it shine as she lifts a claw.
The tip is the same pale color as her flesh, a white sickle in the moonlight. She brings it to my jaw and slices a thin slit, not pressing too deeply.
I scream at the initial sting as her tongue laves over the wound, but the burning transforms into something pleasurable, sending thrilling shivers down my spine. My groan becomes a moan, and my eyes flutter as hot venom spreads beneath my skin.
“Did one catch you?” Zephyr hisses in my ear. “Fuck.”
They spring into my view, their eyes flashing silver behind the baobh-shìth. Their hands grab her face, and they bark, “Let her go!”
The creature sucks even harder, and I shudder, wanting something I can’t describe. Zephyr pulls her by the hair, and her mouth unlatches with a wet pop that’s followed by a sickening crack as they twist her head backward.
I grab the bleeding wound, pain bursting through my dreamlike haze. “Ow. Fuck me—”
Zephyr places their hand over mine, stepping over the baobh-shìth’s twitching body between us to stop the bleeding. “Oh gods, darling. You’ve been infected.”
“You have too.” Sweet poison is already spreading through our veins. “We can’t undo what’s happening.”
They pick me up, swinging my legs over their arm. “Fuck that. I can try.”
They march along the stream, their muscles tensing every time they get too close to it.
“Zephyr.” I nudge their face with my nose as a strange craving pulses through me.
Do they feel it too—this need to fuck and kill and feed?
They lower their mouth to mine, and I tease my tongue past their lips, that need flooding my body as we meet.
Our kisses turn vicious.
I climb them, wrapping my legs around their waist and my arms around my neck. They hold on tight, stomping through the woods as we lick the insides of each other’s mouths.
It’s finally our chance to dance beneath the light of the moon. We spin together, coming down on a pile of leaves.
I sit up to face them and tear their cloak off, throwing it over the ground before I push them back. They pull me down with them, laughing as we roll around.
I come out on top, but only because they’re letting me.
Their fingers curl loosely as I pin their wrists, not making any more attempts to tussle. They respond to my lips moving down their body eagerly, their hips rising while I undo their boots and breeches.
Hunger burns in my throat, my chest, my core. I need more.
Yes, I need to touch them. I need to feel them.
I crawl back on top, and Zephyr opens one leg out to their side. I sit back awkwardly, and they grab my hips, maneuvering me until I’m straddling their extended leg and facing their bent knee.
They hook that leg over my thigh and lift their knee. I hold on to it, sinking down until our mounds meet.
The alignment isn’t quite right, but it’s perfect. I roll my hips, my clit swelling as I slide against their wetness.
Zephyr scratches my back gently, feathering their nails down the sides of my waist. My nub glides over theirs, and they grip me tightly, holding me in place as they rock their pussy up against mine.
With each pass, I discover a new sensation, the feeling heightened by the venom in my veins. There’s nothing to do but give in to the frenzy.
We ride for hours, flipping around and trying new ways to make each other come with our tongues and fingers. Zephyr’s cloak is lost somewhere beneath the blanket of leaves as they get on their knees and pull my hips back, grinding on my tailbone as their fingers reach around to my pussy.
I collapse onto my forearms, but I know we’re nowhere close to being finished, not even when another orgasm ripples through me. They smooth their hands down my thighs, their breath catching.
