Page 73 of Acedia

“And delightfully soft.” My hand—enormous compared to hers—easily wrapped around the top of her thigh and I gave it asqueeze, admiring the gentle give of her flesh. Shades weren’t built that way.

I shifted so that I could grab both of her legs, massaging them slightly as I worked my way down to her ankles. Iris’s thighs parted slightly, her back arching as I took my time easing the tension in her muscles. Had she ever had a massage before? I had been remiss in not giving her one.

“So dainty,” I murmured, tracing my claws over her feet. Iris giggled immediately, snatching them away.

“That’s not fair. Are you ticklish?” she laughed.

“No,” I replied, baffled, trying the gesture again but more softly this time.

“Stop! That’s worse.”

I stopped instantly, folding my hands in my lap. “I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”

“No, no, not at all. It tickles. It just makes me laugh.”

“Your body is such a delight,” I sighed, thrilled that I had discovered something new. “Does this tickle?”

I summoned two extra limbs made of shadows, directing them to twine around Iris’s legs briefly before brushing against the soles of her feet.

She kicked out again with a surprised laugh. “Are those your shadows?”

“Yes. Do you like them?”

“Very much.” She was quiet for a moment, her scent blooming into something sensual and intoxicating. “What else can they do?”

A shiver ran down my spine. “Anything I want them to do. Anythingyouwant them to do.”

“Will you keep… exploring me with them?”

My knot throbbed fiercely. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”

“I will,” Iris said, nodding her head eagerly.

I directed the shadow limbs back up her legs, teasing her inner thighs for a moment before sending them over her hipbones instead, lingering at her ribcage and only faintly brushing the underside of her breasts.

It wasn’t much movement, I didn’t want to push her too quickly while we were trying something new. Yet, it seemed to be providing more than enough stimulation. Iris writhed closer, whining slightly as I kept the tentacles just out of reach of wherever she wanted them to go.

Occasionally she’d rub her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache between them, before letting them fall open again and giving me a magnificent view of her glistening pussy. My mouth watered at the feast she was laying out for me, but I forced myself not to partake just yet. I wanted to savor this moment.

“Can you put your shadows inside me?” Iris asked. I nearly swallowed my tongue.

“Yes,” I choked out. “Would you like that?”

“I can’t get pregnant that way, right?”

I muffled a groan against my fist, imagining Iris round with my baby. “No, no. Not from a shadow tentacle. You need my cum for that.”

“I wish I could have your cum,” Iris sighed dreamily.

“It’ll be all over your ankle in a minute if you don’t stop talking like that,” I growled, giving the base of my cock an aggressive squeeze—whether to help it along or stop myself from losing control, I couldn’t quite decide.

She hummed thoughtfully. “That would be okay, wouldn’t it?”

“Iris,” I groaned, lying down on the bed between her legs, half draped over them, my hips thrusting lightly into the mattress of their own accord. I had a far better view of her pussy from here, which wasn’t helping with my intention not to entirely humiliate myself. “Are you teasing me on purpose?”

“I think so, yes. Something about the idea of you losing control, of being absolutely desperate for me… It’s very appealing.”

“Iamabsolutely desperate for you. Always.” I inhaled deeply, hoping I could embed the scent of Iris’s desire deep within my soul and keep it there. “Now spread those thighs so I can fuck you with my shadows.”

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