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Then it struck him.

He frowned. “You have never had anything inside you before?”

Ruby sniffled and nodded. Her face was blotchy and wet, disappointed tears clinging to her spiderweb eyelashes. He fought down the urge to lick them off her cheeks. If he gave in, he would be all the more tempted to take a proper bite, and the binding forbade it.

He considered her small stature. She had been partly truthful about stretching; he had managed to force a small part of himself inside. But it was nowhere near enough to fit all of him, let alone his knot.

Which she had obviously known. She hadn’t sounded surprised when he was unable to fit, only desperate. It made sense if she had never had anything inside her before.

He stepped back, tail swishing in annoyance. “This isn’t going to work.”

Ruby’s tearful eyes went wide. She took a determined step toward him. “No! It has to! My town?—”

He cut her off with an irritated growl. “I am not saying it canneverwork. I am saying we need to prepare.”

She frowned, looking down at the smeared lines over her naked body. “You mean… more oil?”

“No.” Slate dropped to his knees in front of her. She was so small he barely had to look up to meet her eyes, even from his knees. “I mean, you need something inside you. Something smaller than my cock. Have you even bothered to use your tiny mortal fingers?”

Ruby’s cheeks flushed harder, and Slate’s gaze dragged down to the redness blotching over her chest.

His mouth watered. Slate swallowed the gush of saliva, surprised. He rarely had involuntary physical reactions these days. He thought the shiver that had run through his tail when she took his hand earlier had been a fluke. But now it was happening again.

“I have,” Ruby whispered.

It took Slate a moment to remember what she was replying to.

“Good,” he said gruffly. “That is better than nothing, I guess.”

Ruby dug her pointless mortal teeth into her lip. “What are you going to do to me?”

Slate considered. Then he picked her up and set her down on the stone slab, ignoring her startled yelp.

He pulled her legs open, another gush of saliva filling his mouth as he saw her puffy entrance. She smelled wet; he had caught this scent back in the room where he’d anointed her. Sweet and inviting, like it was calling him to bury his tongue inside.

Do not eat her,he reminded himself.No matter how much you wish to.

He pressed his nose to her thigh and inhaled, breathing in her musky scent. He didn’t even care that she was pulling these uninvited reactions from him anymore. Not when they felt so good. He had been sleeping for so long he had forgotten the delights wakefulness could offer.

Ruby squeaked. He looked up to see her staring at him, her chest heaving.

“What is it?” he asked. “Do you have some better idea to make me fit, tiny human?”

“No,” she said, very fast.

He turned back to her entrance. A pearl of liquid clung to her lips. He let his tongue unfurl, the long length sliding against her folds.

“Oh,gods!” Ruby’s legs closed around his head. “That’s so…ohhhh.”

There was a small nub peeking out at the top of her folds. He swiped his tongue over it curiously, gratified when Ruby yelled and stretched out over the stone, her spine a satisfying arch.

Slate trailed his tongue down and pressed inside. Unlike his cock, it went in with little fuss. She was still incredibly tight, but there was no pain in her voice as he thrust his tongue deeper.

She tasted divine. It was suddenly difficult to remind himself that he was not allowed to eat her. Every instinct inside him told him to hold her down and dig his teeth in. Then Ruby cried out with pleasure, and the urge to devour her was replaced by the urge to coax more noises out of her flushed throat.

Slate thrust his tongue deeper, basking in the sweet taste. He couldn’t remember why he hadn’t participated in the pleasures of the flesh for so long. He hadn’t partaken in anything except for slumber for a long, long time. He hadn’t even noticed Paimon’s ward growing old and weak. A thousand years ago, hewould have noticed the very first chip in the stone. Then again, a thousand years ago, Paimon would have been around to notice it for him, the annoying little goat god.

Ruby’s walls fluttered around him. There was a part inside her that was a different texture than the rest, and he rubbed the point of his tongue over it.