Page 101 of Every Shade of Shadow

The Professor laughs, reaching between his legs to position me in place. “There, my pet. And now, you will take me, as I have taken you.”

I shift my hips and press forward with more power than I intend, a strangled groan escaping me at the delicious sensation.

It’s warm, wet, because duh, it’s a pussy, but I never expected it to feel like this. The sensation…it’s incredible. The velvety corrugations, the heat…

I hear myself groan, echo the sound in the Professor’s gravelly voice as I sink into my own wetness, the sensations doubled, blurring together and sending the shadows inside me into a feeding frenzy of desire.

Lost in pleasure and each other, we begin to move as one.

Our bodies rock together, the table creaking beneath us. I relish every sensation—the ache in my core as I plunge deep inside the female body before me, the swell of my cock trapped in that ever-present heat that presses down on it so deliciously.

The more I shift and pump away, the more the sensations from each body blur and tangle until I cannot tell them apart.

But there is something else about being in the Professor’s body, inside his head. There is a door, coal-black, and beyond it I know is everything I’ve been wanting to know, every secret the Professor keeps, but will all I want, it will not open, the larger sensations drawing my focus to the fore.

“Would you like your body back, little lamb?”

Before I can answer I’m shifting again, my consciousness filling the body before me. It’s like returning home, but I mourn the loss of Darkwood’s as well, these conflicted emotions forgotten while he thrusts hard into my depths.

"Do you feel that?" he rasps, once more himself and angling his hips to hit that precise spot that makes me see stars. "How I fill you, claim you?"

"Yes," I moan. "I’m yours."

He grabs a fistful of my hair, jerking my head back. "Say it again."

"I am yours," I repeat breathlessly. "As you are mine."

A growl rumbles in his chest as his thrusts turn brutal, chasing release. The coil in my abdomen tightens, ecstasy building with each stroke.

He leans down, whispering to my ear. “But you should really experience this from my perspective, if only once.”

My head goes loose and wooly as I shift back into the Professor’s body, pulled from my own and injected into his, into that thick, block of man who so defiles me.

He’s on the edge, but in this male body the tension is lower, concentrated on that strip just below his balls.

I can’t take it.

“Fuck,” I grunt in the Professor’s voice.

I come with a shout, gripped by the dual sensations of filling and being filled, giving and receiving pleasure. My climax triggers his—or is it my own?—warmth flooding my core as I continue to pulse inside his body.

In this body climax is an ejection, an explosion.

Cum pulses out of me, a trigger-shot of sensation.

I twitch and release, my own sex squeezing me dry with rapid palpitations.

And the shadows swarm all the while.

We collapse onto the table in a tangle of limbs and harsh breathing.

I slowly shift into my own body, caught between the strangest of sensations.

I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, savoring his scent on my skin.

"I never imagined..." I whisper.

"This is only the beginning, witchling." He kisses the top of my head, a rare softness in the motion. "There are many secrets of the flesh I have yet to show you, far more trials to explore before you realize your power fully, because it is building. I feel it, felt it when I was inside you."

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