Page 420 of Rage

“Won’t it be suspicious if the last place he’s seen is, well, here?” Edwige asked. “I don’t want to land Hargrave in any hot water.”

“Suspicions don’t matter. They fall on him all the time,” Immer replied with an easy shrug.

“One of the perks in my line of work, little demon.” I told her with a chuckle. “Crime lords aren’t ever not under suspicion... What’s one more on the pile?”

“I’m sure the city’s morbid curiosity about you will have every invitee frothing to accept.” Immer added.

“Frothing…” Edwige deadpanned, her clawed hold on me relaxing just a little. I would do anything for her, I realized in that moment, anything she needed. Even if it was something as silly as a fancy party.

“Well, if it’s going to make the citizenry froth, I suppose I must,” I said with a small sigh. “Find someone to plan it. I don’t know the faintest thing about what goes into planning a ball, I’ve never even hosted a party.”

Immer smiled, the satisfied smirk of a cat that had gotten its cream, before standing up and marching out of the room to get started on whatever myriad of preparations needed to be initiated.

Edwige

The moment the door clicked shut I was climbing into his lap, my lips pressing firmly to his. The smooth glide of his tusks against my cheeks was achingly erotic as I asserted my claim on him, as I reminded this much-larger creature he was mine. I purred my approval as his mouth opened, darting my tongue in to taste Hargrave, to savor him. I couldn’t believe he was so willing to help me, to put down all the time and effort it would take to lure the last piece of my vengeance out of his hiding place. To bring my enemy into his home for me.

“Thank you,” I purred, pulling away to mutter the words before diving down to press kisses to the exposed flesh above his shirt collar.

“Anything for you,” he replied, panting and breathless beneath me.

I grinned and nipped at his lower lip, enjoying the growing hardness that he thrust against my bare core. The shirt I’d stolen from him was riding up my legs, helped further by his warm hands travelling over my pale, cool flesh, grasping handfuls of my ass and kneading the flesh. “Perfect,” He groaned, dragging me against the erection trapped within the confines of his dark pants. The single word, which yesterday felt so impossible, warmed me even more.

He thought I was perfect?

I sank to my knees, not wasting time with the fastenings on his trousers, instead using my claws to rend them from his legs. I gasped with delight as his erection, thick and tall, a deeper green than the rest of his flesh, the head just peeking out from his foreskin, with a single pearlescent bead of pre-cum decorating it,leapt free. I licked my lips in anticipation, turning my gaze from his perfect cock up to his handsome face and dark, glowing eyes.

Hargrave

She stared up at me, eyes wide, pupils blown out.

Edwige on her knees was so achingly lovely that I couldn’t muster a single thought about my ruined trousers. She was the entirety of my focus. Every thought, every breath, every beat of my heart. It belonged to her. She looked so innocent like this, so sweet and docile on her knees. I knew in reality she was a savage, barbaric and untameable. That doing this small act of faith and trust was just for me. I revelled in it, revelled in her, her power, her strength, and her choice of me.

“Open your mouth,” I growled.

She seemed surprised, hesitating for a moment before she obeyed. I knew this next move was stupid, supremely stupid. Her teeth and jaws had been crafted by the goddess of death and winter to rend flesh and shatter bone. Her teeth were coated in a metal that would poison many magical creatures. They’d been perfectly formed to destroy. I slid two fingers into her deadly mouth, fucking them slowly against her perfect, pink tongue, ignoring the danger of her sharp, hard teeth even as I admired how they sparkled.

Edwige

I don’t think anything more erotic had ever happened to me before. I stayed perfectly still as he slid his soft, fragile limbs against my tongue, delving deep into my mouth, ignoring the scrape of my vicious, bloodthirsty teeth against the creamy, delicate flesh of his digits. I groaned, shutting my eyes to baskin the dual sensation of softness and trust. Slowly, so slowly, I closed my lips around them, sucking softly, reveling in the salty taste of his flesh.

It was delicious. His surrender. His skin. The taste of his trust was heavy, decadent and perfect. I slurped and sucked, teasing my tongue over the knuckles to show him how good it could feel against his cock. I adored him, the confidence he placed in me, letting me tease his fingers with my terrifying teeth. He was so close to them, and yet he showed not an ounce of fear.

I gagged a little as he thrust his fingers deeper, and the small sound brought a feral grin to his face. He did it again.

“Perfect,” Hargrave groaned again, fisting his cock in his other hand. “Precious,” he added, swirling his fingers over my tongue one more time before removing them and wiping them against my cheek. A gesture that had me panting for more.

My mouth watered as he continued thrusting into his own fist, and I leaned forward, just a little, to press a soft kiss to the head, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. I held so still as he fed me his cock, wanting him to feel safe, to know he could trust me to never use my vicious teeth against him. It was massive, filling my mouth completely and tasted of salty male. I sucked gently, still watching the orc that was towering over me as he began to claim his pleasure, fucking into my mouth with slow, steady strokes. I breathed through my nose and adjusted to his girth. I could feel my cunt weeping, feel its emptiness and need as he languidly fucked into my mouth. When I reached down to stroke myself, pushing the borrowed shirt out of the way, he grunted his approval, moving faster, going deeper into my throat.

“Touch yourself for me, little demon, get that pussy wet and ready for my tongue, and my cock,” Hargrave moaned, his hips stuttering as though he could barely contain his pleasure. I cried out in protest when he pulled out of my mouth.

“You taste so good,” I mewled, looking up at him from my place on his office floor. He pulled me to my feet, kissing the tip of each of my silver claws, sucking lightly on the last one, heedless of the razor sharp danger each one presented. The gesture, so sweet and giving, had me collapsing against his chest, overwhelmed with a tide of emotion I hadn’t thought myself capable of any longer. Hargrave cradled me against his chest in an easy hold, wrapping a hand around my nape to pull me up for a deep, sensual kiss, sliding his other one down towards where I needed him most. Two fingers, thick and warm and so fucking perfect, slid between my greedy lips before burying themselves in my core, dragging a wild cry from my throat, one that he swallowed down with his greedy kisses.

“Mmph,” I groaned as he curled them just so, brushing against that place inside of me that was built for the singular purpose of bringing me pleasure. “Hargrave!” I cried as he did it again and again, the gentle touch demanding my orgasm.

“First you’ll come on my fingers, Edwige,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before licking it. “Then you’re going to come on my tongue,” he continued, nipping the column of my throat. “Then when you finally come all over my thick cock, I’ll think about pumping you full of my seed.” I groaned as he thrust in time with his words, the pace as smooth and steady as how he’d fucked himself into my mouth.

“Yes, Hargrave, please!” I said between gasps and pants. I felt him smile against the column of my throat as he continued to press and curl those delicious digits inside of me. When he added his thumb, pressing it directly against my clit, I was lost. My orgasm crested through me, making me shake and sob as he kept fucking me through it. The self-satisfied smile he wore as I finally came down from my peak was so goddess blessed adorable that I just had to kiss him between gasping for breath.

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