Page 37 of Safe in Shadow
“Why do you let me?” Nyx demanded in a rasp.
“Why do youwantme?” she countered, eyes opening, struggling out of his hold to tentatively place her hands on his shoulders.
Questions neither of us have answers for...
“You make me less... Less dark.” His eyebrows, streaks of sleek black, drew together over his straight, strong nose, flashing black eyes clouding.
“Literally.” She managed a smile, touching his gray cheek with her peach-colored finger.
“Iwantedto scare you. Drive you away. Keep you away from this place.”
“This isn’t how you do it,” Grace moaned, her pussy grasping him. She was so full, and it seemed that shadows knew no limits, no bounds. Just like his shadowy mass sprouted tendrils and coils as if Nyx’s form couldn’t be contained in one simple shell, the cock inside of her seemed restless. She could feel Nyx swelling, the shadowy rod inside of her pressing against her walls as if he wanted to force more of himself into her, taking over every inch.
He chuckled, hips dropping hard to hers, making her worry that she could burst from the inside out. His cock seemed tosplit in half, then thirds, then too many to count, and all of the smaller shafts were fucking her at once with no sort of order.
The sensation was odd and overwhelming, but Grace knew within seconds that it would have the power to become addicting. Different thicknesses and lengths owned her dripping slit, stroking her sensitive upper wall one second, plunging in hard and deep with one cock the next, and circling and rippling with another.
Her brain seemed to lose track of her senses. There was only pleasure and pressure and...“Oh, God! Nyx... Too much!”
“Then why do you keep soaking my cock with your juices? Why do you grunt and scream, and kiss me like you want me?” he demanded. “This isn’t how... This is different. With you, things are different.”
“Withyou, things are different,” she rejoined as she felt shudders coursing over her body.
The dozens of cocks squirmed and shimmied inside of her, leaving no part of her sensitive walls untouched. When Nyx pulled back to gain momentum for another forward thrust, several of the slender, slippery shadow cocks slid out of her pussy. That didn’t stop Nyx from moving. Now, she was being fucked on the inside and the outside, cocks moving inside of her and against her swollen clit, sliding down the slippery base of her pussy to graze her tight pucker as her juices dripped down. With a strangled gasp, one of them slipped inside of her, making both holes clench and blackness dance across the edges of her vision at the sudden forbidden sensation.
Or was that darkness just her lover?
“Nyyyyx,” her long, drawn-out groan was accompanied by her hips rising to meet his onslaught, bathing in the overstimulation that was slowly frying all of her nerve endings and eroding her ability to think.
If I go out like this... I’ll go happy, Grace thought to herself.
“You don’t hold anything back. You let me have all of you.” Nyx looked at her with those intense eyes, some dawning wonderment in them. “You didn’t try to drive me away when you discovered me.”
“Why wouldn’t I want you in the house when you had it first? Why wouldn’t I want you in my body when it feels likethis?” Her head rocked from side to side as her orgasm built faster than she thought possible. The mental image was what did it—looking at Nyx’s handsome, serious face as it went ragged with passion, feeling every part of her wrapped in him, every part of her invaded by him...
She could feel his desperation as he clutched her, the inky coils threatening to cut off her circulation. He was anchoring himself to her because she was warm and living, and he wanted a break from darkness and confusion...
As if that isn’t the truth for every soul, she thought.
Would a “normal person” feel this way? Would a “normal person” overlook initial fear and try to see the hurting man beneath the shadows?
No, probably not.
Curse her lonely heart; maybe she just wanted someone to need her again. Someone to live for again, not just a dream or a mission, but someperson(or semi-person) who would hug her at the end of a long day.
Who would take her into his arms with such need.
Yes, someone who might need her, but give her something she needed in return.
Someone with a dozen cocks that were thrusting everywhere, sending her into an orgasmic tsunami?
Well, that’d be a bonus.
“Thank you,” Nyx mumbled against her cheek.
“For what?”
“All of the things. I want to repay you, Sunflower. You like it best when I rub you here,” Nyx stated, a thick band of shadow joining two of his small writhing appendages to manipulate her swollen bead.
