Page 141 of Every Shade of Shadow

Maybe my head will be shocked into a kind of alert indignation. ‘What has happened?’ it will say to him. ‘What have you done with my body?’

The Professor’s fingers shift in the slick arousal between my legs, running through my moistening lips.

He steps forward. Out the very corner of my eye I see his hand on the release lever. He pulls it slightly and the blade groans in the crossbar above.

Shit.

The shadows scatter inside me.

My body pulls tight, my spine pressing off the wooden bench.

Fingers curl around my wrist, lifting my hand and placing it on Darkwood’s hardening cock.

“Your choice is simple, my pet. Pull my cock, or I pull the lever.”

Not much of a choice.

I begin to pump my hand up and down his erection as much as my bondage will allow.

The bare heat of his cock is in strong juxtaposition to the taciturn air down here. My breath comes thick as I labor to jerk the Professor off, hyperaware of the blade that hovers above and the pressure of the lunette against my tender neck.

He moves his hips in rhythm with my hand, his breathing becoming more labored. I pump him harder, enjoying the mewing sound he makes, enjoying this, my feeble power over him.

I work on his bulging glans, rolling my hand over his knob and gathering the moisture there to hasten my work, but still he remains composed.

I stroke firmer down his pulsing length, running my nails down his shaft, cupping his balls.

I picked up valuable insights into male anatomy when we switched genders. I use it to full effect now.

He pulls away, his cock slipping from my grasp and his hand leaving the release.

I hear him moving to the end of the bench, my bare bottom settled on the edge. He pushes my knees apart and steps between them.

My whole body grows stiff once more, waves of arousal flowing through my system.

The head of his cock parts the moist lips of my pussy, but he does not immediately penetrate me. Instead, he reaches forward, stroking and playing with my breasts, running his fingers down the bellow-like breathing of my stomach to stroke the lingering bud hidden at the top of my sex.

My loins light up, respond to his touch.

I pant, pleading to the heavens to forgive me as my core melts and desire flows around the intruder at my lips. My body begins to writhe on the bench. I twist my neck in the lunette as my pulses races with the shocking pleasure developing in my pussy.

The shadows rejoice, churning and coiling inside me.

Cunt pulsing with need, hips lifting from the wooden bench below, the Professor shifts forward and fills me with his prick. It pushes the air from the lungs, forcing me to take another, even deeper breath.

My ravenous cunt holds him in tight possession as he grasps my hips and begins to thrust against me, each pressing my shoulders against the lunette and causing the crossbar to shake above, the blade quivering with the action.

It doesn’t look stable.

At all.

A moan escapes my mouth as I rock against him, shifting my hips as much as my bondage will allow to take in this final act of pleasure.

The shadows move inside me, their power growing more present by the minute.

As he thrusts, his practiced touch runs circles around the bud above his skewering cock. My cheeks burn as shockwaves pound through my body with his every brutal stroke, his cock running through me long and deep.

I close my eyes to blind out the blade above.

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