Page 88 of Corrupt Shadows

I lightly rock my hips, rubbing the head of my cock within the entrance of her pussy. I lean to the side, then trail my fingers across the nightstand to grab the alcohol prep pad. The coated packaging tears between my fingers and I pluck out the small square of soaked cloth. I wipe her clit with the alcohol and skin all around it, then push back the hood that keeps it sheltered. She moans softly as I cleanse her, then arousal slips around my dick and drips on my balls. “Your body knows whose cock will satiate that hunger.”

I thrust half the length of my dick into her center, then stop, digging my claw-tipped fingers into her hips. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting my instincts to drive into her as my cock throbs painfully. Her pussy pulses around me, begging for more even while asleep.

I call more shadows and pin her on my lap. Her ass rests on the top of my thighs, her legs spread over my hips. My control slips further from my grasp, my demonic side and madness fighting for control. I fashion another shadow into a needle and spread her pussy wider with two fingers. I suck in a breath at the mouthwatering sight of her glistening pink pussy stretched around me.

My body trembles from the restraint needed not to move. I position the shadow needle above her clit. My nostrils flare as I use another shadow to pinch the skin of her clitoral hood, then I pierce the shadow needle through it.

I keep the shadow needle in place, grip her ass, and thrust upward. Pleasure rolls through my nerves, relieving some of the ache. I pant as I force myself to slow down. My gaze sweeps over her body. Evie’s head and shoulders rest on the comforter, but the rest of her body is supported by my hands and shadows.

My shadow remains in her flesh, with its needlelike form magically imbuing the area for the barbell and ensuring that the body modification remains permanent. It will never reject or close up.

I grab the jewelry off the nightstand with a shadow and drop it in my palm before removing one of the custom ball fasteners. I work the jewelry through the shadow piercing her skin. The shadow dissipates as I carefully screw on the other ball. My cock pulses within her. I admire the letter resting over her swollen clit.

Finally, a bit of sanity eases into my mind as I stare at the sigil engraved into the obsidian ball fasteners. “Mine,” I growl, and for once, my demonic side and madness agree.

The rational part of me knows it’s a mistake. The sigil represents my true name, and through it she could figure it out. But I can’t have her near my brother, and this will stop him, or any other demon, from going near her pussy again.

It is mine.

I want to suck her piercing into my mouth and bite on the sensitive flesh. But I refrain, reminding myself that although she is a witch, she does not heal as quickly as a demon.

With that thought in mind, I keep my thrusts shallow as I work toward my release. My heavy-lidded gaze traces over the piercing, then darts up to my tattoo on her chest. I caress the marked skin with a fingertip, and her nipples harden. Evie is mine, and no one will take her from me.

I grab her breast and pull out before straddling her torso. I reach behind me to swipe my fingers through her messy folds, then slather her arousal on my shaft. I squeeze her breasts together hard, ensuring my fingerprints bruise into her skin, and slide my dick between them. “Fuck. You feel incredible.” I moan, closing my eyes. I told her I wanted to cover her tits in my cum, and I don’t make idle threats.

My cock head taps the hollow at the base of her neck with every thrust, smearing pre-cum on her skin. She opens her mouth, moaning in her sleep, her hips rocking. I squeeze her breasts together harder, forming them tightly around my cock as the tingle at the base of my spine grows into a full-body ache.

My imminent climax drives me higher and higher. I moan as my heavy balls tighten. These gorgeous tits are going to be the end of me. She moans louder this time, calling out for me in her sleep. I pinch her nipples, her sounds pushing me over the edge, as I thrust harder. Her head bangs against the headboard.

Euphoria washes over me in waves. My back arches and I roar, milking my cock with her breasts, then release ropes of hot cum all over her neck, creating the most beautiful pearl necklace. My moans come out in short bursts, my voice lost to my orgasm. I rest my semi-hard dick between her breasts as the last jets of cum spill onto her.

I climb off my witch and grab a cloth to clean her up, but then decide against it, wanting her to feel me all over her skin. I pick up my shirt off the floor and clean myself up. I release my shadows from her extremities and lie on the bed next to her. I kiss her lips gently.

THIRTY-EIGHT

Evie

I know what happened last night. The evidence is sticky on my chest. I look at the empty space on the bed, figuring he’s already left for the morning to search the grounds again for any sign of Ezra.

I know his brother is long gone by now. He came and did what he needed to—warn me so I’d turn against Lorcan. Besides, he obviously can’t get close to the house; otherwise, he would have killed me. If he removes me, then he gets rid of any chance of his brother escaping this realm.

My clit throbs as I shift my position in front of the mirror in the bathroom, angling for a better look at the piercing. On the silver jewelry is an engraved circle with some kind of symbol in the middle and letters I can’t quite make out. My eyes widen and I let go of the piercing. He fucking branded me, again.

I rub an ointment of herbs over the area, to speed up the healing process. Despite not being able to use my powers, I’ve learned enough about natural remedies from various grimoires over the years to know how to heal cuts, grazes, wounds, and now… piercings.

I shouldn’t have told him about the dream, but the thought of him maddeningly piercing me in the middle of the night, claiming me as his own, creates a wave of slickness between my folds. I bite my lip as I think about how I woke up satisfied, without an aching need between my legs. I must have orgasmed, although I don’t recall it.

What did I expect, telling a demon about my more depraved fantasies? I run my hand along my chest, grazing my nipple, as I think about him ejaculating all over me in my sleep, getting off to my tits. I slip my fingers between my legs, but the sound of flapping cuts me short.

Gomez.

I gaze into the mirror, seeing out into the Human Realm of the bathroom, but there’s no sign of him. I hurry back into the adjoining bedroom and race to the fireplace. Gomez flaps, his head tilting when he sees me. “You’re back!” I squeal and grip the mantel. “Where’s Rosa?”

He flaps, giving me a long look, and glances behind himself.

I nod. “It’s not safe yet,” I say. “Is the Order still there?”

His beady eyes track me as I lean closer.

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