Page 25 of Monsters After Dark

“All this white milky skin. An angel. Even the burn doesn’t mark you, not a single freckle or spot. I do not think I can be so kind,” he said against her skin with a nip of teeth, drawing blood.

“You want more than to honor me. You want more than my pleasure,” she moaned. If she could have coughed out a bittersweet laugh, she would have.

She guessed Kore a taker by nature. He’d twist the generosity of giving Binda pleasure upside down and swallow it all for his own satisfaction. Whatever Kore was, owning her would be his goal, because he was a creature who claimed and discarded. He didn’t borrow, ask, or wait, and hated having to be granted the permission. But he’d captured her want. For the next hour, she was at his mercy.

Nuzzling his way around the curve of her breast, he engulfed her nipple with his mouth, sucking her in while his tail finally applied pressure in just the right place. He suckled with brutal hunger, pulling at her, his teeth digging in as that tail, like a third hand, rubbed at her peak with short little touches.

Binda struggled at the phantom bindings on her arms and tried to arch away from his mouth and up into the touch between her legs. He marked each breast, sucking her nipples red and stiff. Pointed teeth scraped along her sternum, making her skin come alive. He licked and feasted, teeth at her collarbone, then her neck. Lacking true lips, his tongue made up for any slight. He cooed, “Strong little queen in peasant clothes. Where are your silks and velvets? Where is your engraved armor? You have been so neglected.”

His tail moved, moved, moved. His mouth stayed gentle while the waves of delight built, folding over themselves again and again. Staying patient, giving her time, he kept his rhythm. He only touched her with his mouth, face, and tail. Instead of tickling, his whiskers stroked and reassured as he lapped at her neck, waiting.

Pressure built inside her until she was there, ready to come. Her pleasure froze when he sucked the soft flesh under her ear against the sharp points of his teeth.

She gasped at the dual shock of pain and pleasure.

Why? Who would find this pleasurable? This was torture. She didn’t like the pain. It made her orgasm falter and stick. Kore had deliberately kept her from falling into bliss.

Frustrated, she hissed at him, would have spoken, but night enclosed her body as he turned them and sat her right over his cock. Glorious in repose, his wings spread open, onyx black skin that ate the day light. She rode the body of a fantasy creature, a male of thunder and lightning. She was small and feminine against his size and strength. His hands scraped away the remains of her clothing, baring everything before cupping her breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples in play.

Panting, she moved her hips. His cock speared her needy, pulsing seam. That tail of his stroked the line of her spine, spreading heat with a reckless hope.

“I have your reward. Will you take it?”

“I almost had it before. You ruined it.” She wanted to sound queenly. Instead, her voice came out small and petulant. Damn him.

He laughed, a sound from his chest she felt in her pussy. “Put me inside you and we shall see if you are ruined or prepared.”

Getting her feet under her weight, riding desire, Binda took the thick bar of his manhood in her hand, rubbing it against herself where she needed it, the same place he’d rubbed his tail.

Long and thick, his cock was bigger than the others she’d taken. It might hurt, filling her up. This was good. She could be satisfied with this.

His hips bucked, impatient. He was not satisfied at all. Insistently, he urged the silk of his cock faster. Back and forth in her hand, bumping the blunt head against her softness. The seductive spice of his scent filled the air, stealing her reasoning with the sultry smell. Back and forth, then a grunt, a thrust, his hands at her thighs opening her wider. Palms at her waist, claws scraped her back and set it on fire, then pulled her down without mercy—the head of his cock breaching her hole.

Binda sucked in a breath. He bucked again. So much of him. She held herself still, speared by his flesh.

Kore growled long and low with victory and appreciation. In answer, Binda’s inner muscles quivered. Taking her reward, she spilled around him in exquisite surrender. Magic and power swirled in a thin cloud around them. Binda watched it shimmer at the edge of her vision, greening the abandoned cherry orchard. A dark threat of the unknown she suddenly had no will to stop.

He was in and she was full. In another dizzying move, he put Binda under him, scraped her bare back on the ground as he pulled her legs up, ramming deep with a hard slap of skin against skin. Her breasts jiggled with the movement, the tips raw and throbbing from his earlier attention.

“Oh, my Binda, you are as perfect as I knew you’d be,” he said between grunts timed with his thrusts.

Binda whined her answer, too full to speak or think. It felt amazing and horrifying, a connection filled with menace. He’d said her name when he shouldn’t know it. And she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything but getting more.

Just don’t stop. Don’t stop.His hips moved, knocking her back. He handled her roughly, with more growls. She wanted to cry out in pain, but his taking burned inside her, starting a fire that heated her all over. As he leaned down, she realized he was too long in the torso for her to even reach his neck or face with her mouth, but his chest was there. Hands finally free, she wrapped herself around him, into him, opened her mouth and tasted the darkness. Spice singed her tongue, smoked her taste buds, made her mouth water for more.

Don’t stop. More.

Hips thrusting, he gave her the pounding of her life. They squelched together with noisy and profane combined wetness. United together in a release of their unwilling abstinence and isolation. This was a male born for killing and fucking. And it had been a long time for them both.

His pumping jostled her emotions as much as her body, knocked at doors fastened down tight, rattling her inner locks until tears surged behind her eyes. Binda moaned low, feeling the hinges of her hidden-self shake as screws came loose. Her mind opened, will unfurling under the pressure of his cock rubbing at her inner secrets.

He felt good there. Right. But it was too much.

She howled in denial. Too close, and much too dear. But Binda could no more push him away than she could ask him to stop.

Then he leaned forward, lifted her up on top of his thighs, wrapped his arms around her, and brought her close to his chest and under his chin. Off the ground and in his lap, Kore held Binda together in the binding of his arms as he sank deeper into her body and being. Wings spread for balance, his mane of hair became a halo. She was sure a god of myth filled her woman’s center.

The new position pressed her clit against a roughened bulge above his cock. Hidden by the thick of pubic hair, she hadn’t noticed it until just now, centered in the perfect spot for her to press herself. And she did, with choppy moans and squeals. His hands and hips bounced her against him again and again. With Binda’s ass off his lap and her thighs opened completely to him, Kore’s tail found her exposed pucker and tapped.

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