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I cry out as his cock presses deeper and deeper, until it’s gone so far I’m sure it’s not going to fit. The stretching sensation is straddling a hazy line between pleasure and pain, and I work my clit to keep it on the right side.
“Almost there.”
It feels like he slides another three whole inches in me before his hips rest against my ass, my body pulsating as it gets used to having his entire cock.
He gives me a second to adjust, then pulls his length halfway out and slams back in. My eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a cry that barely sounds human. I’m so full, and the thrumming need coursing through me somehow still wants more.
“I won’t last, my queen.” Brellan’s voice is tight. “Tell me when you’re close.”
I might be close already, I don’t know. It’s impossible to tell right from left or up from down, but I give him a shaky nod because there’s one thing that’s obvious.
Coming isn’t going to be a problem.
He holds me close as he speeds up his thrusts until he’s slamming into me. He keeps my head from banging against the bars of the cage by his hand around my throat, his grip flexing and releasing at random.
My thighs are dripping with melted butter and my own juices, making a slippery mess beneath us. I hear every breath he takes, short and sharp, and feel the pulsing of his cock inside my tight channel.
I’m not sure what triggers my orgasm—the way he roughly pounds my ass, how my fingers tease my sex, or the simple heat of his body against mine and his sweat dripping onto my back. Likely some combination of everything.
All I know is that its intensity is something I’ve never fucking experienced.
“Coming!” I choke out a cry.
Brellan’s cock jerks inside me, my shout acting like a command to him. My ass tightens as he fills me with cum, keeping him seated deep. I tremble, thighs shaking, and slump against the cage so I don’t collapse.
He leans against the bird cage too, blanketing me with his heavy chest. The mood shifts from frantic need to calm aftermath, and my body protests against the thought of continuing to move. I yawn widely.
Chuckling, Brellan shifts back so his cock slips from me. I feel a gush of cum leaving my hole and dripping down my inner thighs, joining the rest of the mess. I’m in desperate need of a bath.
“It’s not dawn yet, my queen,” he says. “The hunt continues.”
His hands caress my bare skin as he moves away, standing and stretching his arms overhead. I let him help me up, needing a minute to make sure I’m going to keep my feet. When I step toward my clothes, discarded on the workbench, he stops me.
“You don’t have the time. Your five minutes starts now.”
“Now?” I wrap my arms around my naked chest, clenching my thighs together as more butter and cum slides down them.
“We’re done with each other, aren’t we? It’s the king’s turn.” He grabs a small pocketknife from the workbench and holds it out to me. “Here’s the weapon I promised.”
I look at the weapon but don’t take it—I’m more likely to injure myself right now with my oily hands.
He’s not even giving me a minute to breathe. Does that mean it’s close to dawn?
“The king has to catch me before it’s his turn,” I mutter.
Brellan smirks as I rush to the door, my feet slipping in the butter. “That’ll be his pleasure.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
NOVA
When I careen out of the haunted house, I enter the purple orange swirls of twilight. Dawn teases the horizon, but the sun isn’t going to rise as fast as I’d like.
It took me all of my five minute head start to navigate down the stairs without falling, considering most of my body is covered in the oily sheen of butter.
Now I have no chance to hide.
Onlyrun.
