Page 35 of Their Blood Queen

Instead, he intentionally keeps my gaze as he buries his tongue in my folds, making me bow off the bed.

He takes one hand, which is bigger than my entire abdomen, and slams me back down.

“Stay,” he says against my sex, making me tremble as I whimper something unintelligible.

Because I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve been touched before, very briefly over layers of clothing, but this beast’s thick tongue covers the entirety of my aching flesh.

He rolls his tongue over me, giving me wet, delicious friction as I find myself spreading my legs for him.

Whore.

Slut.

My brother’s words snap at me like a whip, and I try to close my legs to prove him wrong, but the beast between them won’t let me go.

Not now that he’s tasted me.

He growls as if irritated that I’m not accepting his pleasure without shame. He removes his tongue and stands, towering over me.

Fear jolts through my body.

Or is that pleasure?

His massive cock is between my legs now, but his shaft is pressing against my throbbing core. More of that silver liquid seeps over the bulbous tip, dripping down until the icy sensation coats my intimate flesh.

“I won’t take your virginity, not until you’re ready,” he assures me, but he’s moving his hips, rubbing the silky hardness of himself against me.

How does he know I’m a virgin?

Dream figment—right.

His cock feels different than his tongue did, but the sensation is just as incredible.

“I am going to make you come regardless,” he informs me as if that’s nonnegotiable.

I whimper as he pushes one of his knees onto the bed, propping my leg up on his thigh. It exposes me more to him, spreading me wide open as he continues to gyrate his hips and graze his massive cock over my clit.

The sensation is deliciously overwhelming, and my eyes roll as pleasure blooms between my legs, forcing out any distracting memories of my brother.

“That’s a good girl,” my figment praises. “Let me take care of you.”

I sink my fingers into the sheets and fist them as his cock slides over me, but that’s just the base. The rest of it rolls over my abdomen, and the head reaches just beneath my breasts.

And he’s smearing that silver fluid all over my body in the process.

He continues to thrust, and I find myself wondering if his cock would even fit inside me. The base of it is rubbing over my clit, leaving his balls to erotically slap against me, all of it pushing me toward an edge that might make me go mad.

I see why he’s inched his leg under mine now. He curls me, forcing his shaft to ride higher as he cups my breasts and pushes his dick between them.

The sight of that silver liquid spilling over my breasts makes my body go hot.

It’s not just liquid.

It’s his cum.

I stick my tongue out, acting on instinct, which makes my figment curse.

“Don’t tease, little one, or I’ll?—”

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