Page 59 of Collected By the Crow

“What a treat you are tonight, dewdrop.”

Qadaire’s words cut off with a guttural sound and she grinned at the thought of him possibly humping the seat. That familiar groan happened often when he played with her body like this. It was slightly less frequent, but still he sometimes came before they joined together. It happened the most when he would request she smother him. It took a while before she’d stopped being afraid of asphyxiating him. He would get so wrapped up in breathing her cunt that she would feel him spray her back.

“I’m ready, Q.” He was taking too damn long.

All of his hands disappeared. In the absence of sight, her body prickled with anticipation. Then she felt him, everywhere. Two hands trailed up her thighs, parting them. Her arms fell away, too, until she was laid out before him for the taking. Two sets of claws teased her waist, her belly, her breasts, then down her arms. Somehow, more claws teased her thighs, her calves, her ankles. Behind the silky blindfold, she found herself wondering if he had an extra set of hands she’d never noticed.

When his hot breath teased her through her lace panties, she rankled her restraints, arching, her pussy seeking his tongue. He retreated, then licked up her inner thigh to the spot her leg connected to her sex, licked that crease, and repeated on the other side. She whined and squirmed in annoyance.

“You are mine.” He licked her left thigh again. “Say it.”

“I’m yours. I’m all yours, Qadaire.”

As his name was leaving her mouth, his fangs pierced her thigh. She cried out. It was more painful in that spot than it’d been on her wrist, the sensitivity enhanced by all he’d done to prepare her.

His cool venom coursed through her bloodstream. Like last time, the skin around the bite went numb. When he didn’t immediately pull away, the feeling was followed by a warmth that trickled all throughout her body, until she felt her every vein pulsing with a powerful desire. He stayed there a long time, long enough that her body began to move of its own accord. She knew she had to hang onto her wits enough to drink his blood, but it was feeling increasingly impossible. Her already black vision was tunneling, the aching emptiness at her core unbearable. It was almost painful, a hundred times stronger than the pale need of last time. Somehow she knew that if he didn’t stuff her full her soon, her soul would seep from her body.

“Q.”

A rustle of wings. She hung her mouth open, drops of blood peppered her tongue, then a stream came more quickly. As she swallowed, she moaned, the unexpected sensuality in the bitter taste of his essence making that fucking emptiness grow exponentially.

“Good, dewdrop. Very good.”

Words were beyond her. Her legs twitched every time she tried to reach for him, but her arms weren’t listening to her. Oh, right, he’d bound them.

Moans, whimpers, and whines, they poured from her lips like a needy chorus. She wanted to beg him, please, please, end this. Make me come. Fill me, fuck, please fill me. But she couldn’t form the words.

Blessedly, she finally felt his hands on her again. Everywhere. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but he was everywhere, all at once. Everywhere, his claw-tipped nails coaxing some of the pins and needles from her body. His fingers twisted and tugged at her nipples. The fabric caging her breasts split in two and she gasped as her mordacious lover bit the flesh around her areola.

Another claw sliced the lace on her thong from her asshole to the top of the waistband, barely caressing her flesh. With her inflamed nub out in the open, she almost cried with relief when he flicked it with his coarse tongue. Her world spun as he dragged his tongue through her slick folds, her thighs rising with her wrists in tow.

“Oooh,” she whined nonsensically. “Fff . . . ohhh.”

“Don’t worry, dewdrop.” Another long lick, sloppier this time, his hands around her thighs letting him push his tongue into her further. “I’ve got you. I'll carry you through this, as I always have.”

“Mmmmmph.”

Just as stars were bursting behind the silk fabric, he started to really go at it. He laved her from the inside out, never letting up on her nipples at the same time. When he finally slipped one lone digit into her cunt, she growled like a lioness in heat. He added another, his warbles sending vibrations through her every nerve as he suctioned himself on her clit and sucked like it was the very oxygen he needed to live.

The orgasm that’d been building since his fangs pierced her thigh now rocketed through her being until she was yanked totally out of her body. It was as though she could look down from above and see the panting human she used to be, limbs useless to either side, a powerful vampire feeding from her pussy.

She was on the brink of something more.

The climax ebbed but didn’t fade all the way, remaining around the edges of her consciousness. Every inch of her skin was crackling with heat. She focused on the sensations of tongue and fingers, of which there were three inside her now, pumping and curving in a hypnotic rhythm. Her other four senses were still elusive, dulled by the venom, but returned enough that she caught the crude slurping sounds he made as he devoured her cunt, his fingers wetly coaxing obscene noises from her hole. The sound of faux-leather rubbing against flesh informed her he was, indeed, humping the divan.

She fucking loved how much he enjoyed being between her legs. Another orgasm tore from her. She rode his face as much as she could with such little leverage until her body was limp again, and again, she traveled out of it. This time, she was far away from the person she’d been an hour ago, like she was transformed into something new.

Something fucking starving.

“Q-Qadaire,” she said hoarsely. That she was able to speak was a miracle, and a clue that she was ready to consent to more. “Fuck me. F-f-fill me. Please.”

A breeze of his wings and she felt his weight above her. He lifted her legs—still attached to her wrists—to either side of his hips and slid the half-moon cushion from below them, settling her on his lap. His stiff cock settled directly against her sopping cunt. She instinctively reached for it but couldn't. He drove himself through her slickness and they groaned collectively.

His mouth closed on her right breast, sucking it with force until a good chunk was in his mouth. He flicked her taut nipple, still so sensitive from all his torture, and she bucked over his saturated cock. He moved to her other breast and did the same.

“Please!”

“I know, my darling. You’ll feel better when I pump your cunt full of seed, until you drip around my cock.” He pinched her nipple again and whispered erotically against her ear, “Then I will fuck your greedy little ass, and fill it with my come, too.”

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