Page 45 of Court of Heathens

“Erm, so . . . Okay,” I stammer as he watches me, waiting. “You know what? Nope, not having this conversation. Get off me.” I try to shove him again, but he slaps my hand away. I throw my magic at him, but it just absorbs into his skin. I’m as weak and useless as a human, and I’m at his mercy. He seems to like that, exposing his teeth in a smile as his tongue slides inside me, exploring.

My back bows as he shoves it so deep inside me, I feel it hit my womb. My scream rips through the air, and I’m ashamed that it’s one of pleasure, not pain. His tongue is so thick, it’s like a cock, the spikes pressing against my walls like a massager.

How the fuck did I go from being kidnapped to being tongue fucked by a creature born just a week ago?

“Stop,” I demand. “Stop it.” I try making my voice harder, but he ignores me completely as he pulls his tongue out and swallows.

“Tastes delicious.” He drops between my thighs, the sudden weight making me grunt, and then thrusts his tongue back inside me.

Whimpering, I try to fight the desire working through me from his touch, tinged with horror, but I can’t as he tastes every inch of my channel and then slides his tongue out and lower. I don’t even scream as he thrusts it into my ass. The sharp pain makes me black out for a moment.

When I come around, his tongue is back in my cunt, uncaring that I was unresponsive. I really do try to fight, but when his tongue glides over my clit, desire spasms through me. My walls clench as I come embarrassingly hard.

He stills, moving lower a second later as he licks at my cream sliding from my passage. “What is this?”

“Release,” I say, shame filling my voice. “You made me come.”

“Do it again,” he orders. “I want more.” He licks at every drop of my cum.

“I can’t, please.” I writhe, hitting the stone below me.

“Again!” he roars, lashing my clit with his tongue like he did when I came. It hurts, but he doesn’t care. His tongue scrapes over my clit until I come, screaming once more. I yell from the force, and he groans, licking at my cunt with a happy sound as I collapse. I’m exhausted and so ashamed, tears leak from my eyes.

Humming, the creature lifts his head, watching me with glowing eyes, and then he moves up. “Do they taste as delicious? So many of your holes leak.” His tongue darts out, tracing my cheek and tears. “Different.” He frowns.

I nod, watching him. My eyes narrow when I feel his cock press against me. God knows what the thing would be like, but luckily, he’s happy licking my cheeks, forcing the tears back as I smile. When he moves again, he rubs against me.

“Need more,” he murmurs. “Hungry. I need something.”

It’s so innocent, such a naive way to explain desire, but that’s what it is. He needs to come.

“If you let me up, I can help,” I cajole.

He frowns, pinning me harder as he rubs against my pussy with something foreign, something I don’t think I would survive. “Let me help?” I ask softly.

“Hungry,” he whines.

I nod. “I can help with that.”

Slowly, he sits up and back, letting me scramble to my knees, and my eyes land on the cock protruding from his body. That motherfucker would kill me, so then why does my channel clench in want?

He’s easily the size of my arm and completely a monster. His length is the same colour as his skin, but a brighter purple at the tip that seems to open wide like a flower, moving and seeking. The base of his cock is surrounded by tendrils, like that of an octopus, with suckers waving in the air.

Swallowing hard, I slide closer on my knees and glance up at him, but his head simply tilts as he watches me. I stop when I’m close enough to reach out, my hand hovering over his cock. It seems to seek my heat, writhing and growing as it reaches for me. The tendrils wrap around my wrist, dragging me closer as its suckers taste my skin, and he groans, the flower head of his cock pressing to my palm. Black oil, like precum, smears across my hand, and it seems to absorb into my skin. It tastes like magic and pleasure, darkness and evil.

“Hungry,” he growls, and his hips move innocently.

“I know, I’ll help,” I coo, trying to keep him calm so he doesn’t just ram it into me and kill me. Keeping my eyes on his foreign length, I wrap my hand around it and squeeze.

He roars, his back bowing, so I tighten my grip and slide my hand up and down with hard squeezes. Those suckers pluck at my skin, and more of that black oil spills from his head. I rub at the flowerlike tip, and he roars, spilling more from the head. Lifting my hand, I taste the darkness, and my cunt clenches in ecstasy as the flavour fills my mouth.

“It’s okay, this will help,” I promise, panting now as I jerk his cock harder, watching that darkness spill over my hand and arm like a continual release. The suckers grip my skin, and I can’t help but wonder what they would feel like on my cunt. My hips rock despite my horror, my desire winning as I stroke him.

Touching him makes me wet, and I am needy despite the fact I justcame twice. I shouldn’t want him or be wondering what he would feel like inside me, but I am.

His arms wrap around me, dragging me closer, his hips thrusting his length into my hand as he lifts me into the air like I weigh nothing to get me closer. He licks my face as he snarls and groans.

Shadows dance across my skin, conjured by him, his magic tasting my flesh until I’m whimpering and my cream slides across my thighs as I work him, but if anything, he only grows harder, like steel in my hand.

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