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Edwige

“You’re so pretty when you come, little demon,” he crooned, hefting me into his arms and sweeping out of the office. “I can’t wait to watch you do it all over again in our bed.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I sighed, using my claws to shed his shirt off, trailing them carefully through the hair decorating his broad chest, licking over one of his flat, deep green nipples and grinning as he shuddered. Then it was my turn to laugh as he kicked the door open with a booted foot, the rags of his trousers flapping as he prowled across the room before tossing me onto the freshly made bed.

I watched with my own satisfied smirk as he divested himself of his ruined clothes, revealing acres of thick muscles and dark skin.

“Perfect,” I sighed, echoing his words back to him as he knelt on the bed and crawled towards me. A behemoth of a monster, the leader of a brutal criminal organization, with hands even more bloody than mine, was kneeling between my spread legs, gazing down at my cunt, looking like he couldn’t wait to devour me.

The first lick was heaven. Hargrave, always so much warmer than me, was hot against my most intimate flesh. The pressure of his tongue, the heat. It was almost too much against my still sensitive clit.

“Hargrave!” I cried, digging my claws into the perfect bedding. He sucked at me gently, tongue delving just as deeply into my core as his fingers had. His hands clasped me in place as I bucked and writhed into his mouth, another orgasm approaching so quickly it seemed nearly impossible. I released a needy groan as he ate me out like a starving creature, his tuskspressing into my pale flesh, completely uncaring about the bite scars that were scattered liberally between my thighs. It was like every brush of his face and fingers worked to erase the damage and the memories associated with it.

“I’m going to-“ I gasped, rending more holes in the bedding to keep from reaching down and slicing off his thick mane of hair, or even worse, cutting his perfect sage green skin.

“Come in my fucking mouth,” Hargrave demanded before redoubling his efforts, and I was, for once, pleased to obey. Falling into my second orgasm in the span of less than a quarter of an hour, howling my pleasure as it rolled through me, until I was limp and languid in the nest of rags I’d accidentally created.

Hargrave

I couldn’t help the smile that curled my lips as I crawled up the bed to where Edwige laid limp and spent amidst the ruins of my quilt.

“I’m going to worship that pretty pussy morning, noon, and night.” I told her, pressing my lips to her slack ones in a filthy kiss, showing her what she tasted like and revelling in how she returned each press of my lips and tongue with her own. “I’m going to make you cum until you can’t see straight and the neighbors know my name.” She hummed a little approving laugh at that, carefully running her fingers through my hair until it came loose from the braid, flowing around us to mingle with her lighter curls. “But first, I’m going to make you cum all over my cock,” I finished, rolling, so that she was poised above me, her gilded claws against my chest, her plump, kiss-swollen lips curled in a soft smile that set off her silvery teeth.

I leaned up just enough to catch one of her nipples, the tip just a little deeper purple than her lips, and sucked until she gasped before switching to the other one.

“Grind against my cock, little demon, get it soaked so I can fuck it into you,” I demanded, my hands moving to her hips and grinding her against me, reveling the feel of her wet, silky cunt against my greedy, straining cock.

“I need you to fill me up,” she groaned, wrapping one of those perfect, cool hands around my throat like she had the first night I’d found her, crazed from her kill and coated in gore. Fuck, I needed her. Keeping one hand on her hip, I used my other to guide my cock until it notched up against her entrance, and she tightened her grip on my throat, the demand in her eyes a clear command. I thrust into her, filling her perfect pussy all the way up and reveling in the shriek she released. I knew I was big, probably too big for her, but I was more than happy to obey my Edwige’s demand, to be good and obedient just for her. When she held my throat in her deadly grip and clenched around my cock like that, I knew all I would ever want from now on was to be her perfect whore.

Moving my hand back to her hip, I tentatively thrust, pulling her forward so every movement of my hips would grind my pelvis into her pretty little clit.

“Perfect,” she groaned again, head falling back, grip around my throat tightening.

“You are,” I rasped against her tight hold, loving how she commanded me even as I filled her up. I moved her again, and she purred, starting to ride me in earnest, dragging the same needy sounds from me that I’d been so happy to pull from her lips. Soon we were bouncing together, filling the golden afternoon air with our lusty cries, our skin slapping together in wet, depraved cracks, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. She was so tight, so good, somine.

I came with a roar, feeling lightning shoot down my spine, my balls tightening, and nothing had ever felt as good as filling her up with my cum. She was pressed against my chest, running her claws through my hair as I relaxed into post-orgasmic bliss, adoring how her slight form felt perfect sprawled across me.

Chapter Four

Edwige

We were so busy fucking that as the night of the ball loomed only a few hours from now, neither had any idea how it had come to fruition. But I was more than happy to see it arrive. The thirst for Gyrhorn’s teeth had been growing, a need for vengeance clawing and scraping inside my chest had left me hollow, and raw, and fucking hungry. Hargrave had kept it at bay, sitting with me as I lost myself to the madness. Watching me as I crouched, counting my teeth and murmuring gibberish. Letting me fuck him and myself into oblivion when that was the only way to expel the need to hunt and maim.

“You look ravishing Edwige, darling.”

I turned in place, being far more careful than I usually was. My wardrobe had been steadily increasing over these last few weeks, though it was no secret I preferred Hargrave’s shirts whenever we were simply relaxing at home. Fittings for a ballgown had been added into my routines, the seamstress and her assistants, a family of house brownies, had been paid an exorbitant amount to come to his hulking townhome, ratherthan have me wandering the streets with my telltale teeth and claws.

I secretly enjoyed the sweetness of the creatures. A trio of sisters, each smaller than the last, with bright smiles and warm, brown eyes. They’d created a masterpiece. The silk tinted a delicate heliotrope, with a deeply scooped neck and sleeves of the finest chiffon that fell just to my elbows. My pale skin glowed against it, and the deathly purple tinge to my lips was enhanced. The carefully draped skirt fell down the length of my legs, coming to the floor in a delicate little train that followed where I walked but could be collected and held by a single gold ring should I need to dance, or, more likely, need to ambush and chase down my last kill.

That thought had me grimacing, because this was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen or owned, and I was absolutely going to ruin it tonight.

Hargrave caught the change in expression and rushed towards me, gathering my face in his wide, warm hands and lifting my gaze to his.

“What’s wrong?” He demanded gently, “do you not like it?”

“I love it!” I protested, running my hands over his suit, admiring the heavy dark fabric that had been expertly cut to highlight his broad shoulders, the little tails on the back of it mimicking my train in a way I found adorable. “I’m just sad that it will be ruined by the end of the night.”

“Oh, love,” he chuckled, pulling me into his embrace and pressing a kiss to the top of my head, uncaring about all the work Immer and her army of housemaids had done to turn my wild curls into an updo that rested almost like a crown on the top of my head. Each hair had been tamed and woven into perfection, decorated with jeweled pins that winked purple and brilliantly glittered when the light hit them just so. “I’ll buy you a thousand more dresses. You can ruin one every night if you want.”

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