Page 276 of Evil Hearts

Like with his chest, there’s a crimson blush above his heavy sack that thrums with the veins in his shaft. As if it has its own heart that beats there.I know the feeling. I want to know how it feels against my tongue.

And so, I lick him.

His massive palm lays heavy on the top of my head as my tongue runs from bottom to the top of his shaft and around thepulsing tip. A creamy drop waits there, baiting me in for more and I don’t make either of us wait.

I’m in no regards a professional, but I am passionate. I employ my whole tongue and my cheeks to offer as much sensation to what I believe to be the most sensitive parts of him as I suck as much of him into my mouth as I can manage. I pace myself so I don’t lose my breath and rise and fall on my knees to keep from growing stiff.That’s his job.

“This is nice.” He sighs and spit dribbles down my chin as a chuckle a little at the wonder in his voice.

I lean back to lick away the mess and he takes the opportunity to lift me under the arms and toss me onto the bed. I squeal and gasp as he flips me over and adjusts me onto all fours, heat ravishing my whole body. I can feel pin pricks all across my scalp and a fever across my face as my adrenaline kicks into high gear. He’s finally stepping on the gas.

“Much longer and I’ll have to share.” He seems to think I need an explanation.

I’m about to assure him I don’t but all I can do is drop my face into the blankets and groan like wildebeest when I feel his carnivorous tongue lap at me from my clit to my tailbone over my panties and leave me in even more of a sopping mess. My panties are torn away and the sting sends wetness trickling down my inner thigh that he licks away with an eager growl. I feel his claws at the top of my socks and then he pauses.

“Actually, these stay.” He taps the sides of my feet with a happy hum and resumes licking and lapping at me from my ass to my shoulders as he climbs onto the bed and mounts me from behind, his cooling fur offering the slightest relief to my feverish skin.

One hand slides around to lift me by my throat out of the blankets and I push my ass back against him, finally using my arms to hold myself up again.

“Can’t have you suffocating.” He says with a soft nuzzle against my temple followed by the softest press of his tongue. Like a peck, a kiss.

I sigh in contentment.

He leans back, his hands sliding along my sides and adjusting me accordingly. I wonder if he’s stalling, waiting for me to back out of this. I’m about to press the issue vocally and then he’s pressingintome.

There’s cold pressure, sizzling vibration, and then bone melting warmth that sets my whole body ablaze. All at once a heat is ignited and I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop. Hopefully someone shows up and hooks me up to an IV because I don’t think I’ll be able to pull myself away.

I feel claws rend into my flesh and the sensation goes directly to my clit. As he begins to pump in and out I feel it as that pulse at his sack starts to match the one in my center, not my pussy, but mysoul. I feel us meld together into what we’re meant to be, becoming one.

I press back, matching him thrust for thrust, meeting him for every motion. Thoughts disperse and desires collide. With every bead of sweat I grow more and more excited for what’s to come. This is what I have with him. And I’ll have his brothers too. I know it. Ifeelit.

Just before I feel myself crash over the crest of my orgasm, he pulls away and I emit a very displeased noise that he meets with a chuckle. I spin on him to demand that he finish his newest duty but I slump back on the bed with renewing desires.

“We have company.” He waves a hand at still nude Ebon, and a still shy Resheph at the doorway, although he doesn’t look as though he’ll be poofing away this time.

“I see.” I try to appear put togetherandput out as I brush my hair out of my face. “Well, let’s talk so we can get to the good stuff huh?”

After a serious discussion on where everyone’s boundaries are in this, we were all more than ready to get to that good stuff I had mentioned. Gnocchi, who adored his nickname, isn’t comfortable with being touched. And that’s okay, because heismore than happy to have me look at him now.Seehim. So for his part in this, he will spectate and admire.

I rest atop Ismael, my thighs spread over him with his cock where it belongs, seated deep inside of me. Sweat dances down my spine to meet the numbness at my tailbone, a neat trick Ebon discovered when I voicedexactlywhere I wanted him. I’ve never tried anal, but the idea of a rotating spiraled dick sliding in and out of me while I’m pummeled by my sensitive wolfish lover at the same time? Goals.

”Ready?” Gnocchi asks in his highly unique overlapping voices.

I smile and nod emphatically, Gasping when he shocks us all and takes my hand in his. Our palms meet with a soft brush like wheatgrass in a spring breeze and I smile at him. It’s everything.

They’reeverything.

“Ready.”

EPILOGUE

Isuppose you wouldhave a lot of questions about how our story may conclude. It may seem impossible to have an ending in practicality. You’d be right. We’re a ridiculous bunch nearly three years later and counting.

I still dance. But I’m back tolivingthe choreography. Especially with Ebon to guide and coach me through it. He’s become proficient at coaxing very unique orgasms from me. Unseen to the audience he adds an element of genuine smut to every show that leaves me with a sheen of sweat you can see from every row. He really took to his role as dance teacher and his mom even stops by occasionally to lend advice on the matter. With strict rules we keep it PG that is.

I only wear costumes made by Resheph, strictly Gnocchi when I’m addressing him. People still offer ludicrous amounts of money for the source of the incredible lace that falls perfectly over every curve, only revealing what he wants it to. Watching his arms slide through the air as he births each piece will never stop entrancing me. Especially now that he does so on his own lifted platform in our home with lights that emphasize each motion.Thatis how he and I make love. We don’t need the sex to solidify our connection, our intimacy is much deeper. In lue of movie nights, we watch him studiously weave the delicatelines in and away until a new garment is ready for me to put on display for them.

Ismael never feels alone now and neither do I. Sometimes we spend hours in the same room reading silly books about sentient objects and their romantical adventures without speaking a word. Sometimes we even write the stories together and Ebon and Resheph laugh and swoon as they read them aloud back to us. There are days where we don’t leave bed and we just learn each other’s bodies like we’ve never met. We cook together every night and each day we are grateful that we have each other. He and his mother have in depth discussions about how we got here and he acts as a mediator for familial issues between her and his brothers. How did a millennia old deity of creation and death come to the realization that she was overdue for some growth? A daytime television doctor. I know. Another one of those questions we just don’t ask.

We don’t talk about the future. We don’t set expectations or worry about what may or may not happen. What they are and what I’m not doesn’t matter right now. And right now is where the focus is. Putting all of my energy into satiating my Shadows.

It’s happening. I’m getting myHappily. Forget societal expectations, forget normalcy, forget sense.

This ismystory.

Andtheyare my Ever Afters.

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