Page 68 of Court of Heathens

I don’t want him to.

My head hangs low as I fist the bedding and push back, taking him so deep, he grows inside me.

“Mine!” he roars. “Mine, mine, mine!”

“Yours,” I rasp just as a noise has me lifting my head.

My eyes widen as Adder appears on his knees before me. “I’ve had that sweet pussy tonight, and I think you’ll be too sore to take me there. Aren’t I kind, little witch? Open your pretty mouth. You’ll choke on both of us until we are satisfied.”

I open my mouth, and he smirks, tapping my chin with his thumb. “Wider.”

I open it until it hurts, and he slides his cock deep, right down into my throat. He quickly finds a rhythm with Sha, and I’m pushed between them. I love it, crying out around Adder as he bruises my throat with his quick thrusts.

Sha jerks behind me. “Mistress.”

“No. No, no!” I want to scream it. I was so close, but he can’t hear me around Adder, and I feel the moment his cum fills me. He stays inside me, and the suckers have stopped. I whine around Adder’s cock.

He groans and pumps his cum so far down my throat, I don’t even have to swallow. I wipe my mouth before I look back at Sha, who seems dazed.

Eyes narrowing in irritation, I glance at Adder as he tilts his head, sensing something.

“Monster fucker, remember?” I tell him.

Slicing my nails into Sha’s chest, I push him over and straddle him, and then I ride him hard, getting what I want.

“Mistress,” he rasps. He’s soft inside me, and I snarl. “I’m spent.”

“No, you’re not. I want more. It’s your mistress’s order. I’m not done yet.”

“Yes, mistress,” he hisses.

I rock atop him, and he finally hardens. “That’s it,” I purr as he bulges inside me. “Good boy, just like that. Stay hard for your mistress until I’m done, and only then can you come.”

I ride him hard, knowing he can take it. I use him, winding my hips as I seek my pleasure. He whimpers and moans below me, his face tight, and I know he’s holding back.

“You do not move, not until I come,” I snap, my voice dark with magic that tightens on him and absorbs into his skin.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good boy.” I grab one of his suckers, the bigger one, and I take it into my mouth, letting it suck at my tongue before I push it down and press it to my clit. I use it like a vibrator as I roll my hips. I use every inch of him, and when pleasure finally rolls through me, I can’t hold back my victorious scream as I clench around him.

I slump back, my eyes closed. When I finally force them open, I see his chest heaving and arms shaking, but he doesn’t move.

He did as I ordered.

“Now you can come.”

“Yes, mistress, thank you.”

I’m lifted off the bed as he slams up into me with a cry, his cum spilling inside me.

It goes on forever, and when he’s finally spent, I can’t hold myself up anymore.

I fall onto him as my eyes close, my body satisfied and heavy with sleep.

CHAPTER 37

“We still have to talk about the necromancer,” my mistress mumbles around a spoonful of soup. She’s in nothing but a silk slip that I can see through, her hair is unbound and messy, and her skin is still pink. She looks good enough to eat.

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