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“Trust me, I was not. But would you rather know what I really see?” he asked, and I nodded. “I see a girl who is either brave—or insane—enough to let the creature who is going to kill her plug her cunt. And that goes far beyond external beauty—that fact makes her spectacular.”

I waited for him to make a joke, to disarm me and ruin the moment, but when he didn’t, I dared to breathe again. “I’m not sure how I feel about the words plug or cunt used in that order—but—do that to me?”

His claw-tips guided me up higher. I felt him notch at my entrance, and then he slowly guided me down. Iwaswet, but he was also the perfect size, pushing me open and filling me as I slowly sank.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” I groaned, biting my lips and closing my eyes, as I settled him deep inside.

It’d been so long since I’d had sex—months, which, when you were like me, felt like an eternity. The shit I’d done for Brad did not count.

No—this was precisely what I needed: a good, deep, safe, dicking.

“Yes,” he agreed, in a low, low voice. “Just like that,” he purred as his hands moved me through another stroke.

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SYLAS

I would have never guessedthat the Mina I’d seen in the sick room, the Mina in the car, and the Mina riding on me now were the same woman, if I did not know otherwise. She had as many moods as I had grains of sand in my hourglass, and I was interested in all of them individually.

She was fascinating, all the things that she was scared of, all the truths she still was holding back—but the fact that she was letting me enter her?—

I could not remember the last time I’d penetrated someone that was willing, or with my member instead of my fist. When certain clients had tried in the past, I’d dissuaded them easily, uninterested in the charms they possessed, but...her? Pieces of me I had not used in eons decided that they should form and come to attention at her command.

But there were vast differences between what I could do now, versus what I could do when I’d been mortal. I didn’t want to frighten her, what with all her talk ofnormal, but I knew I could erupt into acreature made of mouths, kissing her with any part of my body, suckling on her teats at the same time as I lapped her clit—or I could be made of eager hands, groping every piece of her pale white skin—or scratch against her with an infinite number of claws, until she purred like a kitten and was covered in welting red lines.

But she wanted normal, and so I was giving it, and it was enough, as I rose her up and let her fall on me again, her cunt swallowing my cock whole, from the head to the hilt, the juices that fell from her pussy as sweet as tears to me, if not half so precious, and I tasted them, because everything I was was entirely made ofme.

It was not a concept she had grasped yet, what with thinking of me as wearing clothing—or assuming I wasn’t in rooms when I was—but that was fine, because for some reason she needed this before we went out tonight.

I’d seen bloodlust before, and lust-lust, and every shade in between, and knew right now she was riding me to conquer. I was pleased just to be her plaything, feeling her envelope me again and again, her jaw dropping, her breath coming in quick, short, pants.

“What else do you need, my queen?” I asked, letting myself diffuse out against her, grasping her, so that everything was friction, feeling her nipples pucker under the cotton of her bra, listening to her heart race like it had in the car, but for entirely different reasons.

“Just—this,” she said, darting a hand between her legs, beneath her underwear.

“Tsk-tsk-tsk, let me,” I said, pulling her hand away, creating ridges of myself in the right spot for her to ride on, while thrusting myself deep.

She wasn’t in a position to ask why or how, not when she was about to come hard for me, and the temptation to pull time to a stop for us both loomed large—just as I could make tortures last for a lifetime, Icould ruthlessly extend pleasures, too—but I didn’t want to hurt her, in case transitioning in time was what had shaken her mood earlier.

She made a whining sound, and I realized how quiet I’d been by comparison, especially when she opened up her tightly closed eyes. “Are you close?”

“To you right now? Yes,” I answered honestly, and that made her quickly nod.

“Oh—Sylas, Sylas—Sylas,” she hissed, beating her hips down hard, her face tense, her jaw dropped. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—” she warned, and then shewas, gasping as her cunt took what was needed from me, and she gave me guttural moans as she rode on and off of my still-hard cock, grinding herself atop me fiercely—and I peeked for a moment through the veil, to the other side, to watch her heart exploding, not with the last throes of death, but with whatever it was she was experiencing now in relation to me, making streamers of light ripple out through the space between us to land in my darkness, and for once, instead of me pulling her closer bit by earnest bit as the end of her time neared, it wasshewho was pullingmeback.

“Oh, Sylas,” she said again, panting, leaning forward, and I made myself solid for her to lie against and touch, marveling at what I’d seen as she tried to catch her breath against me. I picked one arm up, then the other, to wind around her, feeling her breasts bob as her chest did, her breath hot against my neck.

And to think I’d been worried about it being hard to capture her eventually, when here she was in my arms, as frail as a baby bird.

Or a little lamb.

I waited until she shifted her hips and disconnected herself from me, before reclaiming the part of my shadow I’d let enter her. “Was that normal enough for you?”

She pouted down for a moment before wrinkling her nose. “It was good.” She said it like it was a complaint.

“So normally for you, it’s not?” I asked, confused.

She pushed some of her hair out of her face. “No. I just—” she said, sounding pensive. “It’s not what I expected. But I’m glad it wasn’t—it was better than it could’ve been,” she went on, confusing herself as well, before shaking her head. “How was it for you?”

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