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.
