Page 31 of Endless

"What am I? A dog?" I call out, but I do as I'm told, staying right in place.

I lose sight of him as he steps behind the large bush, blocking the view of my favorite bench. After a few minutes, I grow impatient and walk around the bush to find him. I see him hovering over my blanket, placed in the exact spot we first met. His shadow form beckons me to come closer, but he shakes his head.

We should talk about everything that transpired over the last six days, but all I want right now is him. I want to be consumed by him and worry about the rest later. He hovers there as though he is waiting for me to make up my mind. I want him to make me feel good, happy, and free from the darkness.

“Kellan,” I breathe out, and he groans in approval.

"Crawl to me, pet. Crawl through the sea of the dead to get to your master."

His words shoot right to my core, making my pussy weep, and I want to obey more than anything. Am I really about to crawl through a graveyard?

One of his shadowy tendrils extends out just far enough to wrap around my neck in a leash-like fashion and pulls me toward the ground, making my decision for me. My knees collide with the soft dirt, and my pussy flutters from the forced position. My eyes lock on his familiar greens, and slowly, I crawl toward the one thing I've wanted more than anything, Death.

His tendril stays firmly wrapped around my neck, guiding me. With every inch forward, I find myself growing wetter and wetter. My fingers tangle in the overgrown grass, and I make sure to arch my back so he can see my ass sway with every movement.

When I finally reach the blanket, I stop before him, leaning back on my heels. I place my hands on top of my thighs in a submissive position and keep my eyes trained on the ground, but a tendril reaches out to tilt my head up.

"Such an obedient slut for me."

His words send shivers down my body. I am his slut. Only his. If anyone else were to say something like that to me, it would be triggering, but coming from him, I know that he says it from a place of warmth and love. He knows I love being degraded and is all too willing to make that happen for me.

Without another word, the shadow around my neck frees itself as several other tendrils shoot from him. They rip off every piece of clothing I'm wearing and toss them to the side before retracting back into him. My nipples instantly harden in the cool air, and I shudder as it hits the rest of my bare body. I ache for him to touch me.

"Get back on all fours, pet. I want to see how wet your pussy is for me."

Immediately, I lean forward, placing my hands on the blanket, and spread my knees a little wider than necessary to proudly display the soaking wet mess between my thighs. He glides behind me with the feathery touch of his shadow hand sliding from my shoulder, down my back, and over my ass.

Something trails up my inner thigh, and the anticipation of his touch overwhelms me. Inch by inch, my breathing picks up, and my heart slams in my chest. I try my best not to squirm, but I've never wanted someone as badly as I want him right now.

Finally, a featherlight touch slides across my dripping center, making me moan. My back arches, begging for more, and I hear a deep chuckle behind me. I turn my head to see that Kellan has partially shifted into his human form.

He kneels behind me, his cock so close yet still so far away from my pussy and brings a palm down to slap my bare ass.

"I've missed being inside this sweet cunt," he says, and before I can react, two fingers are shoved inside me. “You’re like a drug I can never get enough of.”

He pumps them in and out at a quickened pace, curling them in the perfect position to make me moan in pure bliss. It's like he's on a mission to make me come as fast as possible. It won’t take long. I can attest to that.

"Kellan," I pant. "Please."

"I love when you beg like a greedy whore."

"More," I say.

He pulls his fingers out of me and shoves his cock in their place with one brutal thrust.

"YES!" I cry out at the intrusion.

He grips the sides of my hips tight enough to make me wince, but all I can focus on is the way his cock fills me. He pumps in and out of me so perfectly. I slide my hand down to rub my clit but am shocked when something that feels like a whip slaps my ass.

His hands are still holding my hips, but when I look over my shoulder, I see a shadow tendril floating just above my backside. I glance up at Kellan with hooded eyes, and the tendril smacks down on my cheek again, sending electricity through my body.

His body is a mixed morph of shadow and human, with some parts of him being more defined than others. A sly grin crosses his face, and he whips my ass again. My pussy clenches, and I throw my head back to relish in the mixture of pleasure and pain. A cool shadow rubs over what is likely a raised red welt to soothe the sting.

"Fuck, your pussy is gripping me so tight. Are you going to come for me, pet?" he asks before releasing a hand from one of my hips and gripping the back of my neck.

He pushes my head down until my face meets the blanket. From this position, he can slam into me harder and faster than before. A faint touch glides over my clit, rubbing circles and working me right to the edge of pure gratification.

"Look at my pretty little slut getting fucked in a graveyard by Death himself."

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