Page 37 of Currency in Flesh

“I am going to fuck every single one of your delicious little holes,” Lady Cora breathed into my ear. “With my fingers, my tongue, maybe even my entire hand if you’re a good pet.”

My pleasure-heavy eyelids shot open.Her hand?She laughed. “Oh, Grace, you have no idea what your body is capable of.”

I pictured it, her slender fingers inside me, framed by theplush, pink petals of my pussy. My legs spread wide, giving in to her, stretching to accommodate four fingers. Her thumb drawing together with the rest, her hand disappearing into me until all I could see was her fine-boned wrist.

“Fuck,”I moaned. I pushed back into her, wanting that finger in my ass to be deeper, to feel her inside me as I envisioned such an obscene, unspeakable act. Another finger pushed its way inside me, and this time my body admitted her easily. Her thumb toyed with my clit as those fingers worked in and out of my ass. It felt unnaturally good, better than anything had before, and I wondered if I had been missing out on this all my life.

Just as the sensation started to build, she slipped free of me and I nearly sobbed. “If you think a single pinky is enough for me to let you come, you will be sorely disappointed.” I pouted, and she laughed. “Go on, I told you, I want to hear him scream.”

My legs were unsteady, but I shook off the syrupy slowness of pleasure and walked back to face my husband. His bleeding had stopped, and he watched me with a mixture of horror and disgust. Picking up the bloodied shears, I snipped the rope of his gag, and his head lolled forward—no longer held up by force. I knew he would have something vile to say, and I was counting on the anger it would bring me to give me the confidence to keep going.

A cracked, bitter laugh clawed its way up from his chest. “You’re fucking that—thatthing?”he croaked. “Have you even seen what it really looks like?”

I knew Lady Cora could change her form, had seen her as a dark-haired man when I first arrived in her realm. And she had mentioned choosing this body intentionally. I wasn’t afraid of whatever else she made herself to be, if anything, it piqued my interest to know what she had shown Sean.

Would you like me to show you?her voice spoke in my thoughts.I nodded without looking away from Sean. There was a strange susurrating sound from behind me, and a long noise like a brush upon canvas, and then I felt something cool and smooth move against my thigh.

It was only my desire to see Sean’s panic that kept me from falling into panic of my own. An impossibly large serpent was slowly coiling itself up beside me. Its scales were nearly black, but shimmered with a breathtaking, subtle rainbow iridescence. As its immense body shifted, and I was able to see its head, a quiet gasp fell from my lips. It was easily a foot across, triangular in the way venomous vipers were, and large, angular eyes glinted chartreuse in the candlelight. It was horrifying and beautiful, elegant and ominous. I thought I would have recognized her in any form, but this one was absolutely remarkable.

All bravado gone, Sean began to cry, and he sounded like a child. Lady Cora coiled around the bottom of the cabinet, making it impossible for him not to look at her. He shook uncontrollably. The grouping of candles to the left of the cabinet was dense, glowing brightly with dozens of small flames, and I held the black iron over them, rotating it back and forth as I watched him quiver and the serpent continue to coil itself in a massive spiral. After a few minutes, I figured it was hot enough, and I walked quickly back to Sean, moving in front of the serpent with zero hesitation, and pressing the heated iron against his torso right below his ribcage.

The sizzle of Sean’s burning clothing, and then his skin, sent wisps of smoke rising through the air. It smelled terrible, like burnt hair and overcooked bacon, but the garbled wailing and half-formed words that poured from Sean were like a perfectly harmonized choir. I laughed again, and he bellowed threats and curses amidst violent retching gags and pain-heavy sobs.

Something in me snapped. I wasn’t looking at a person anymore, all the inescapable compassion I felt seeing anotherhuman being in pain was gone, replaced by a dangerous combination of anger and enjoyment. I liked it. I reveled in the inhuman sounds that came from my writhing abuser, I was filled with amusement seeing him so completely helpless and suffering so completely. I was so fucking angry that this weak, sniveling wretch of a man had made me feel so many terrible things.

I grinned like a woman unhinged as I stalked back to the table, picking up what appeared to be a length of chain attached to a bit of pipe. As though watching a film play out before me, I saw my arm swing through the air, the chain striking Sean in the shoulder, the ribs, the face, the leg. Again and again, I heard the dull clank of the chain’s links, thewhooshof the pipe. Sean’s voice had faded into nothing but the static whine of an analog TV, a station not properly tuned. The room had dissolved into darkness and Sean, and I hadn’t realized Lady Cora had returned to her more human form until I felt cool hands on my biceps.

I jerked—shocked out of my furious tunnel-vision by the touch, and spun to find wide green eyes staring back at me. My skin was coated in a layer of sweat, sparkling faintly in the candlelight and the verdant glow of her gaze. The moment I stilled, my adrenaline spiked and then crashed and my entire body began to shake. I resisted the urge to look at Sean. I didn’t want to know what he looked like. He was quiet, and that was enough.

“I know I have been insistent about this,” Lady Cora said in a gentle voice. “But you do not need to continue if you have reached your limit. I wanted his punishment to come from you for both of your sake, but not to your detriment.”

“I’m fine,” I said, voice quivering despite the confident words. “I think it’s just adrenaline. I’m okay, emotionally.” She stepped into me, her lips finding my shoulder. I grimaced, knowing I was covered in sweat and blood and god knows whatelse. “I’m disgusting,” I laughed. “I wouldn’t touch me right now.”

Her eyes blazed. “Grace, you have never been more appealing. It took all of my restraint to keep myself from sliding between your legs while he screamed.”

I knew my face had gone red. “I’m glad you think my unhinged violence is sexy.”

She sank to her knees in one fluid motion, so much like the serpent she had been only moments before. “Let me taste you.”

My body moved of its own accord, one leg swiveling out to bare myself to her more readily. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as her tongue slowly slipped from between her lips.Fuck, it was so very clearly inhuman, but some twisted part of me reveled in it.

I was fucking a monster; Iwasa monster.

As though I had spoken aloud, she shook her head.No,her voice said in my mind.You are a treasure.Before I could reply, her long, flexible tongue brushed over the line parting my flesh. So delicate, like the feather-light wing of a butterfly, but then her palms splayed over my thighs and she leaned into me. Her tongue opened me, teasing apart the wet, plush folds of my pussy and delved into my drenched center. She found my entrance and pushed in, undulating as she sank further and further into me. I was unsteady on my feet, still coming down from the rush of my vengeance, and the waves of sensation nearly sent me toppling to my knees.

Her strong arms bracketed my wide hips, pushing into the soft flesh and keeping me upright even as she plunged her tongue deep within me. It felt like she was devouring me from within, and when her lips hit my clit, it was almost too much. I was so full, could barely think with the intense sensation of that long, swirling tongue all twisted up inside my body. She groaned, and the vibration of it traveled over my skin, leaving goosebumps peppering my bare, damp skin. My head fellback and I moaned, loud enough to echo throughout the room.

I could feel her tongue withdrawing and I cried out, “No! Please!” but she just chuckled, tongue still half-buried inside me. When I was well and truly empty, I sucked in a deep breath and then felt her fingers toying with the now relaxed and needy entrance. She tugged at the thin bit of flesh, opening me further and causing pathetic little whimpers to tumble from my lips.

Her hot breath moved over my thighs and she kissed each of them with shocking tenderness before moving her tongue right where I wanted it. It curled around my clit, tugging at it in a way that felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My thighs spasmed with the overload of firing nerves, and I cried her name.

Her fingers quit stretching me, and slid in with a devastating slowness. I didn’t know how many, all I knew is it was divine. “Your Highness,” I panted, breathless, “I don’t know if—” I shuddered, knees shaking violently. “I can’t stay up—need to lie down.” She chuckled again, and it was like an electric current running through my oversensitive clit. I cried out again, wild and untamed, and she removed her fingers as slowly as she had put them in.

“Come, then, pet,” she said, rising to her full height and taking me by the wrist. Her palm was sticky with my wetness and I felt debauched, knowing it was touching my sweaty, bloody skin.

She led me toward the platform and I froze. “Wha?—”

But she just took me by the shoulders and directed me to turn and lie upon the cool marble floor of the upraised platform. My knees hung off the edge, putting my pussy higher than my feet, and she got to her hands and knees between them. Sean was only inches away, and I realized with a twist of my gut that she knelt in a pool of his blood.

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