Page 44 of Court of Heathens

Ihit something hard with a scream, the impact jarring me and cutting off the noise as the air is forced from my lungs. Magic fills me, and I fling it at the creature as it lands in front of me. The portal it conjured on the ceiling is closing. I get up as it’s flung away and leap at the portal, trying to get back through. If I didn’t call it, then I can’t reopen it, so I need this one.

I’m hit by something huge and hard—the creature.

It tackles me, making me cry out as I hit the rocky ground again. I feel the stones cut through my dress and into my skin as it pins me, and I’m left to watch the portal seal, my escape taken away.

I’m trapped with the creature that stole me far too easily.

Its eyes glow red, and the beast is so big it takes up the entire space above me as I lie here, pretending to be weak all while I conjure a spell.

“Please don’t eat me,” I cry, shielding my face with my hands.

“Eat you?” the dark voice replies, wrapping around me and tightening like a net as clawed hands grip my thighs. “I think I will.”

I scream as I’m forced under the creature, and I fling the spell. He roars as the spell hits him, and with wide eyes, I watch as the magic absorbs into his skin without evena scratch.

It absorbed my magic.

It shouldn’t be able to do that. Only I can absorb my own spells. That one should have knocked it out for hours. “How?” I whisper.

“I am part of you.” It sniffs me. “You smell like mine.”

“No, bad creature.” I smack his head as he sniffs my crotch. I squeak when he snarls but then smack him when he tries to bury his head in my crotch again. “No,” I say, pointing in his face. It’s probably a dumb choice, but I’m not left with many options. “What do you mean you are part of me?”

Honestly, he hasn’t eaten me yet, and I can only be terrified for so long. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still scared, but I’m growing braver. Also, I don’t know when I stopped thinking of this creature as an it and turned it into a he, but the appendage pressing against my leg definitely indicates it’s a he and very happy to be where he is.

Great, a pervy creature. I really do have problems. My sexual kinks even made a creature of evil hot for me to fuck. My demon was right.

He watches me, and if I overlook his menacing, terrifying appearance, he’s almost . . . good-looking in a monstrous way, not to mention huge.

“Why are you important to me?” he asks, his head cocked. “Why do I feel you at all times? Why can I sense you? Why do I ache without you?”

My eyes widen as he speaks. “Erm, yeah, I made a bad spell. I can fix it and put you back?—”

“Why would I want to go back?” he murmurs, lying on me and sliding down my body as my eyes blow wide. “No, I don’t want to go back. I want you. I need you. You’re mine.”

“I think my demon and god would have something to say—hey!” I yell, kicking at him as he rips my dress off me. My stomach churns in panic, but he captures my leg and pins it to the ground. His glowing red eyes land on my pussy, which is barely covered by a scrap of lace.

“Don’t you even dare!” I squeak.

He tears off my underwear just as easily, and he sniffs them before stuffing them into his mouth. I watch in silent horror as he eats them.

“Did you just eat my underwear?” I snap. “They were expensive?—”

“They tasted like you,” he murmurs, sniffing the air. “Something smells delicious.”

“No, bad. Don’t.” I try really hard to stop my moan, but he lowers his head and licks along my cunt. His tongue is rough and has some sort of spikes along it that almost hurt, even as they feel good.

No. Shit. What the fuck is happening?

“Please.” I try to kick him again, to close my legs, anything, but he’s too big and strong. He flattens himself against me, inhaling between my thighs as my cheeks heat in mortification and, to my shame, desire.

I really am fucked up.

“It’s here. This smells delicious. Is this why you offered to let me eat you?” he murmurs, and without waiting for my response, he slides his tongue across my cunt and stops at my hole. “What is this?” His clumsy innocence shouldn’t be hot. I should be horrified.

I freeze, words stuttering out. “My vagina,” I whisper.

“Vagina.” He tests the word. “What is it for?”

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