Page 35 of Beneath Hoof and Hollow
All I can do is feel. Feel the way her walls are throbbing as she grips my misshapen shaft. Feel the tightening of her ass as one of my fingers plunges inside. Feel the rough gagging of her throat as a vine snakes deeper inside…
Thatparticular sensationdrags me back from the edge of my feral insanity. Her eyes are wide with panic as my vision clears. I quickly slide the vine free from her throat.
She sucks in a breath. “What the hell?—”
I stretch my tongue to her clit by way of an apology. She’s so open for me, so raw. There must be some dark magic in my spit or precum to allow me to fit inside her without ripping her clean in half. Staring down at where our bodies connect is absurd. The deep green of my cock fills every inch between her fair thighs. Deeper,deeper. There is definitely magic involved in our fucking. Her pussy is far too open, too full.
When her climax hits and she contracts around me, it rings through my nerve endings like devil’s fire. My new cock is so sensitive, so slippery, smooth, slimy even. I steal a glance at Leed above. He looks every bit as horrified as I hoped he would. My precum spills out of Emeline, the viscous liquid continuing to help her accommodate my size. It’s nothing like the precum that used to bead my tip as a man. I have a feeling my cum will be something altogether unnatural when I finish.
The thought has barely formed when it happens.
I come so hard I swear I see the demon realm itself. My palm slams over Emeline’s eyes. She doesn’t question it. She’s too lost in her own pleasure.
As I finish, I loosen the vines on Leed. He drops, flailing in his bindings. Thank the devil I left my sword within reach. One firm swipe. My blade cuts cleanly through Leed’s neck. I have to swat his head aside to prevent it from landing on Emeline. The sensation of killing and coming in the same moment somehow extends my orgasm. I come so long and hard I start to think it might be some wicked dream. The blood raining down over us reassures me that this is really happening. My palm remains over her eyes as my sword hand smears blood over her breasts, mindless in the heat of my release. My hips pump, relentless asI fill my nightingale so full that it gushes out from around my shaft and drenches the ground.
Emeline sings the sweetest sounds of ecstasy as she finds her release again, completely unaware that my cock is pushing more of her ex-fiancé’s blood into her over stuffed cunt with every thrust. So much blood. So much cum.Sofucking satisfying.
My voice is shredded with need. “That’s it. Sing for me, nightingale.”
One last moan, a final shudder of her lush, pliant body. Then she relaxes, muscles going soft as her orgasm subsides. I thrust into her for several moments more, unable to part with her pussy even after I’ve finished.
I’mquick to snatch up Leed’s headless body and severed head, commanding my vines to drag them both out of sight. No need to traumatize my nightingale. Like the others, she’s seen enough horrors.
His death may have caused her pain and suffering. This way, it’s our secret, Leed and I. Though he won’t be telling anyone.
I’ll be fantasizing about the moment of his death for years to come. My balls tighten, remembering the way his eyes widened in those last moments. My sweet Emeline may accept my monstrous form, but my more villainous tendencies will be kept hidden for now. With Itrimort gone and his influence wiped clean, I’ll have no reason to enact such vengeance again.
When I slide my oversized girth free, an unusual sight awaits me. Mixed in with my sticky, thick spend are pumpkin seeds.
“Oh my god…fucking hell.”
Emeline laughs, causing her stomach to contract. Seeds squirt from her sated pussy. I have the urge to shove every bit of my spend back inside her. Schooling that lascivious desire, I choose another, equally satisfying route.
Using my tongue, I push between her sensitive thighs and scoop every bit of seed and spend free, lapping up the taste ofour demonic debauchery. Emeline whimpers and moans as her tender, sore flesh is stroked and soothed. When I’m finished, an impressively large pile of my cum sits in a mound between her thighs.
She props herself on her elbows. “You come pumpkin seeds?”
“You made me out of pumpkin seeds.”
Her mouth drops in horror. “Still, that feels…very unnatural.”
“Unnatural, maybe. I filled you with pumpkin seeds, but don’t worry…” I proffer a long swipe to her clit as I move to my knees. Her body tightens. “…I licked them all out.”
The guttural sound she makes has me wanting to spend every second of the day and night between her thighs, filling her up with my cock and emptying her with my mouth.
My grin is wolfish. “It’s just too easy to make you come for me, nightingale.”
“How the hell did that fit?” Emeline is staring at my still-engorged cock.
“I believe I excreted some sort of magic that kept you from being torn in two.”
“Are you saying you have magic pumpkin cum?” She cocks a brow at me then shakes her head. “I guess it’s not the most strange or depraved thing to happen in the past few days.”
“It won’t be the most depraved thing to happen in the future days, either.” Wickedness laces my tone as my vines brush along every curve of her body.
She shudders beneath their touch. Her eyes remain on my shaft. “Was it as good as when you had an invisible body?”
“Far superior.” The answer is instantaneous. “So much so, in fact”—I crawl over her, caging her body to the forest floor—“that I think I need to experience it again.”
