Page 604 of Rage

He smiled sharply against my breast before moving to the other to give it the same attention he gave to the first.

“You are a most beautiful violence,” he said as he licked the blood from between my breasts, from the edge of my lower-most rib, from the well of my belly button. “How I crave to give you thispetite mort.”

He lowered himself between my legs and I found myself pressing my thighs together. He tutted, brushing his thumb between them as he had the first time. “Let me worship, little goddess.”

Not fucked. Worshipped.

My face and chest blazed with internal fire as I opened up my legs to him. The cold air hit hot wetness there. He pressed one kiss to the tufted softness of my pubic hair before descending lower.

My hips bucked involuntarily as he drew a line from the base of my opening to the tip of my womanhood. He pressed a large hand down over my hips, pinning me in place as one half of his tongue parted my folds and the other brushed impossibly delicious circles around that opening.

He moaned as if getting his first taste of a decadent meal. I moaned as that new-yet-familiar tension started to coil in my low belly again.

“Oh…god,” I rasped.

He chuckled warmly against the wetness growing between my legs. “You flatter me, goddess.”

Where his tongue was once circling the well of my pleasure, now it broached within, filling me in a way I didn’t know I could crave. As it brushed and tasted and coaxed and fucked, the other half drew lazy circles at the pinnacle of my sex, winding me tighter and tighter.

I reached down for purchase sightlessly, hands grasping onto the first thing they could find; his horns. I pulled instinctively, wanting more of this feeling. He didn’t falter. He closed his lips over the entirety of the space between my legs, molten mouth and silken tongue lathing all across me. In and out, around, down. Across the tightness of my backside.

I gasped, eyes flying open as I looked down at him. His crimson eyes curved with mischief as half of his split tongue speared against the forbidding muscle between my haunches. My skin went hot and cold all at once as he worked both holes in a torturous, alternating rhythm. Just as the wave of pleasure from one penetration ebbed, the other crested and crashed into me.

My hands tightened around his horns as my toes curled. Sounds came out of my mouth that I’d never heard myself make as release barrelled into me. I could feel the satisfied curve of his full lips as he savored every drop of the wetness between my legs.

He hummed, the sound vibrating against me as I went boneless under his hand. He raised his head, tongue snaking out to clean the milky sheen still clinging to his coal-colored skin.

“You’re doing so well,” he said as he brought his hand up from my hips and bit through the pointed claw on his thumb, blunting it. “How I love to watch you come undone for me.”

He moved to his index finger, biting through that nail with a snap.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He chuckled, blunting his middle finger, then his ring finger, before answering. “It helps that you’re feeling good–it helps,” he said, voice rumbling in his chest. “But if you’re going to take me, little goddess, I have to prepare you.”

He blunted the nail on his little finger with a final, decisive bite before dropping that same hand between my legs.

He rubbed two fingers in slow, agonizing circles over the sensitive flesh before curling all of his fingers but his pinky. He tickled gently at my opening before slowly, steadily pushing that fingertip into my body.

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand as he watched me with hooded, hungry eyes. The sensation was so different from that of his tongue; it was rigid and unforgiving in a way that already had me stretching around him.

He groaned, his long lashes fluttering as his eyes moved to watch the pursuit and retreat of his little finger.

“Waiting for you these years has been agony,” he grunted as he withdrew his little finger completely and replaced it with his ring finger. “I cannot wait to spear you upon my cock–to feel you twitch and entrap me, to feel your hot breath against my ear as you cry out my name.”

My focus zeroed in on his finger as it slid in and in and into me. He swirled his fingertip inside of me, brushing against some secret place in my body that even I didn’t know. He waited there, drawing circles inside of me until the feeling of overwhelming fullness softened to a comforting touch.

I looked up at him as those fingers continued their drugging circles inside of me. “What is your name?”

The words came out with too-soft edges, slurred and heady.

He smiled. “My old name died with you the last time, when you decided to rest and place your power within me for safe keeping. Choose a new one for me.”

Another fingertip joined the other, leaving me seeing stars as he slowly stretched me around two of his large fingers. I could think of nothing else as he teased and coaxed and pressed.

“It’s too much,” I whimpered.

“Shhh,” he soothed as he brushed the thumb of his other hand across the peak of my breast. “I thought you liked that it hurt?”

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