Page 119 of Red Ruin

He’s on to the plundering phase.

Shadow tongues thrust into me in a massaging, circular motion, filling me again and again, then feeding my wetness to Remy’s mouth.

He slurps, fucking drinking me down.

I drip.

Tremble.

Starry hell.

Remy gives my wounds the same attention, lovingly licking dozens of cuts and scrapes I don’t remember getting.

I work through his maddening attention, somehow pulling the man out of the shadow-beast.

His thoughts are so one-track, it doesn’t matter if he’s gripping me with hands or claws.

He wants more.

Moremoremoremoremore.

My body gives him what he craves.

Happily.

My knees quake in little waves. I moan around Vhex’s cock. Breaking off to gasp, I tremble with my cheek against his groin.

His cockwaspink.

Now it’s red, with every little bump and spring-loaded ridge inflamed. His fin spasms as his abs clench.

He hasn’t orgasmed.

Serves him right.

“Firefly,” Vhex sing-songs, all smoky and hypnotic as he tilts my head. “It hurts.”

“No it doesn’t.” I tease his shaft with a fingertip, enjoying his quake.

“Not there,” he rasps. “Here.”

My gaze snaps to his lips.

The throb of his fang knifes my gums, and that itchy, candle-wax sensation melts through my veins even hotter than before.

I thumb his bite mark on my throat. “I… I want?—”

“A change of scenery?” Remy drawls.

With dozens of tongues buried in my pussy, I’m not sure how he can spare one to speak so smooth.

When I blink, I find him fully human. No more shadows covering his carved face. Only a hint of claw and pointed ear.

Is my pussythatfucking magical?

“Wonderful idea,” he continues, talking to himself. “Let me show you to our suite.”

Shadows wrap me tight.

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