Page 26 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood (Tales So Wicked #2)

Harrow

S hadows do not worry themselves over simple barriers like clothing.

For a shadow, there is no such barrier. My shadows can penetrate walls, delve beneath mountains, climb atop castles.

They can crawl into the darkness, animating it, giving life to the intangible.

Right now, they’re doing their best to tease my little raven into a madness that matches my own.

Her waist shifts in my grasp as she presses her hips forward.

Is this the first time my little raven has been touched in this way?

The brief possibility that it may not be the first time penetrates my thoughts.

I shove my unwarranted jealousy down to the shameful depths of my self-inflicted prison.

Jealousy does not suit me. Especially when I know that no mortal is able to do the things I can.

Or the things I’m able to make her do. Another lazy shadow sweeps across her seam and her body turns boneless in my hold.

She’s painfully lovely like this. Mouth parted, chest heaving, cheeks rosy, and pussy dripping with need.

“And would you run from a monster?” The shadows toying with Lenore’s soaked center retract. Her glossy eyes refocus, connecting with mine.

“Run?” The word drifts out on a soft puff of desire-clouded breath.

I release her, moving several steps back.

It’s time to grow . My trousers shred as new legs burst through.

The inhuman reverse bend in my knee and the oversized width of my taloned feet means my mortal clothing never stands a chance.

The rest of my body stretches and grows to match, giving me an absurd advantage in height.

I’m keenly aware of the cool night air as it hits my newly revealed skin, specifically my fully hard cock. Lenore’s eyes instantly drop to the erect appendage. I have no doubt that what I harbor between my thighs is unlike anything she’s witnessed before.

My shaft bends and twists as I channel shadows through every cell of my being.

I enjoy being able to alter the size and shape of my cock at will.

I can make it as small, or as large, as simple, or as horrifically depraved as I desire.

It’s not so much that I imagine it and it takes shape; it’s more that I allow the shadows to provide me with exactly what I need in the moment.

I promised myself I would be gentle with Lenore the first time. My cock seems to have other ideas.

It grows to the length of her forearm before thickening to the width of her wrist. The outermost part peels back, curling inward, surrounding the base until it’s pulsing and scalloped.

The innermost shaft is revealed to be equally as thick.

It hooks upward with a full set of semi-dulled spikes lining the top and bottom.

Hmm . That’s an interesting form to take .

I run a hand along the terrifying length.

My little raven must be in need of punishing .

Talons emerge from my bird-like feet, burying in the soft dirt. Darkness coils up, staining the skin of my legs and hips, ending on my lower stomach in an array of swirls that match those on my biceps.

Lowering my head, I allow my darker side to speak.

“Flee, little raven. When you fail to find your way out of the labyrinth, I’ll show you just how much of a monster I can be.

” I flick my tongue out, enjoying Lenore’s startled expression when she notes the excessively long, silver length.

“ Now .” I punctuate the word with a snarl.

Lenore bolts to the left. A perfect little princess playing my dangerous little game.

I am a hunter. Teeth and claws on wings of night. A monstrous, merciless thing of pain and hunger. Inescapable for any prey I’ve set my eyes on. Lenore is just that. Prey .

Lenore slams into a hedge before quickly looking around. Ah, yes. She’s just figured out that my shadows have overtaken the maze. She’ll have to find her way out by memory.

“I couldn’t risk any of the sentries interrupting our game now, could I?” I call out to her and she whirls toward the sound of my voice.

Lenore only hesitates a moment and then she’s on the move. I must admit, I thought she would huddle in the nearest dark corner and wait to be found but it looks like I’ll get the chase I’m craving after all.

Seeing in the dark is one of the benefits of ruling the shadows.

I take to the skies, gliding above my little raven’s path in the maze.

I’m impressed. She’s only made one wrong turn.

My little raven doesn’t seem to fear the darkness at all.

She plunges forward, feet pounding against the soft earth.

Her dress will be her downfall. Three times now, the massive gown has caught on twigs and bramble.

The puffy pink fabric is shredded in several places.

It will be a lot worse off once I get my claws into the useless layers of fabric and framing separating me from the delectable treat of Lenore’s bare body.

My monster’s been ready to devour her since the moment her fair face fell across our sights.

Instead of sating my curiosity, the tiny taste I was granted from our kiss earlier tonight only managed to feed my growing need.

Her lips were like nectar from the heavens on the tongue of the darkest damned.

I must taste her again. Every inch. Every hidden part.

My mouth waters. The tongue I possess in my monster form is long enough to do things that will have her crying out to the gods until her throat is raw.

But it’s not the God above who will be there to make her writhe, sweat, drip.

It’s the god from below, the Prince of the Underworld. The prince needs his princess.

Lenore is the only princess that can suit me. She’s sun and air, sparkling warmth, everything that’s missing from my kingdom below.

I swoop down, low enough to skim my claws across the back of her neck. She yelps, snapping her head up. I’ve already retreated to hover in my current above the shadowy veil that’s enveloped the maze.

Toying with her is thrilling. Every second of growing anticipation ensures the moment I’m able to fully claim her will be more glorious than anything I’ve experienced in my eternity of existence.

The next time I swoop down, I snip the ribbons keeping the last of her hair bound. It drops in a mass, revealing the white pieces that had been so carefully hidden beneath the over-the-top style. I find those pieces remarkably beautiful.

Movement from outside the maze catches my eye.

A cluster of people wielding torches move toward the entrance of the labyrinth.

How terribly inconvenient. Lenore is making great time.

At this pace, she’ll find her way to the entrance and into the arms of the guards within moments. That cannot happen .

Diving from the sky, I snatch Lenore in my grasp. She screams when I lift her off the ground. I clutch her to my body, vowing to destroy the dress that’s impeding our closeness, and shoot back toward the center of the maze.

Lenore is still flailing when my talons bury in the dirt once more. She peers up at me, eyes wide. Her windblown hair and flushed cheeks give her a just-been-fucked appearance that has me groaning with the need to recreate it from scratch. For real this time.

I spin her, bending her over the short hedge that backs up to the small stone bench. “ You were never going to get to leave this maze .”

Lenore starts to speak, but my shadows are quick.

They fill her mouth, gagging her while restraining her wrists behind her back.

Reaching my clawed hands beneath her skirts, I draw them up, flipping the layers of fabric over her back.

There’s a quick crunch as I snap the wooden skirt hoop beneath.

Once that atrocity is out of the way, there’s just a thin pair of lacy white shorts.

The pointless slip of fabric falls to the ground in ribbons with a swipe of my claws.

To my great surprise, I find a dagger strapped to one thigh. What business does a princess have carrying such a weapon around? Lenore still has many secrets. I’m looking forward to discovering each as I unravel her body and soul.

Using one taloned foot, I knock her knees apart, widening her stance.

With her bent over like this, I have the perfect view of her sweet pink cunt.

The sight does something to me. My hips buck forward in desperation, pre-cum beading on my curved tip.

But the sight of her glistening core is a reminder of just how small humans are.

I need to loosen her up. How else will my monstrosity of a cock be able to fit inside her?

The anticipation has me twitching with need, weeping cum across the grassy floor.

A twisted vine of shadow slips between her thighs and pushes right inside her arousal-coated opening.

Lenore’s back arches, body thrashing from side to side.

I suppose she wasn’t expecting that. I’ve taken her sight with the dress over her head, stolen her voice with my shadow gag, and bound her hands with my dark restraints. She’s completely at my mercy.

The shadows twist and bend, sliding deeper inside her before drawing back out. They slip downward, pressing against her clit with quick, teasing sweeps.

Her guttural moan can be heard even around the shadows stuffed between her lips. I leave that tendril where it is, allowing it to massage over her clit in a rhythmic figure eight. A new shadowy vine that’s twice the thickness of the last one reenters her pussy.

This time her knees buckle. She doesn’t fall. The thick shadows spearing into her keep her back half lifted, supporting her until her feet rise off the ground.

Lenore’s entire body is shaking. I raise her even higher above the labyrinth floor with my shadows until I have space to kneel between her thighs. The shadows stroking her clit vanish, allowing me to do something that’s been haunting my dreams since I first met my morbid temptress.

My tongue slides forward, dipping first to the spot where my shadows are stretching her wide.

The taste of her arousal sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body that’s so potent a full rope of cum spurts out of my swollen, pulsing cock head.

She tastes dangerously sweet with a bitter aftertaste.

She’s a poisonous flower down to her core.

I’m at risk of eating her alive just for the chance to swallow down every drop of her unique flavor.

The tip of my tongue rims the taut skin.

There’s a subtle metallic tang as her flesh is forced to widen.

“That’s right, little raven, stretch for me.

” I drag my tongue to meet her clit, relishing the subtle throb that pulses beneath it.

Rolling my tongue from base to tip, I work her clit with ample pressure, ensuring the tremors in her body grow into full-blown muscle spasms.

Liquid squirts out from around my shadows as Lenore comes. Her hips are raised so high that the cum runs along her stomach and rains down on my face. Drip by drip, I bask in her essence. “Drown me, Princess. Let that perfect cunt deliver the sweetest death to Death himself.”

I lap it up, loving the way her muscles contract again and again. The shadows in her pussy thicken. Just a few more minutes of this and she’ll be ready for her first attempt at taking me. My tip, at least.

A frantic squawking that I know with complete certainty belongs to Mytha drags me out of my carnal haze.

“Shoo, devil bird! Be gone, you dark creature.” That voice. Lenore and I freeze as one.

Someone has found us in the center of the maze.

Lowering Lenore to the maze floor, I remove my shadows from inside and around her.

She pushes herself to a sitting position, skirts falling down around her hips.

Her face is more flushed than I’ve ever seen it, with drool inching down her chin.

Her eyes are glazed as they fight to focus on the present.

“Princess? Are you here?” Adrenaline must cut through the after-lust because her gaze clears when she hears the voice for a second time. His voice.

Her pretty-faced prince stands just outside my veil of shadows, swatting at Mytha with a torch in hand. I’m glad my right-hand was here to intervene. How did he sneak up on me? Was I really so distracted that I did not sense him coming?

“Cassius,” Lenore whispers, shooting me a frantic glance.

“I should maim him for interrupting us. Maybe I’ll take his eyes so that he can’t see the cum dripping down your ankles, or slice off his nose so that he can’t smell the sweet scent of your cunt when you’re aroused.”

“Don’t hurt him.” Lenore looks genuinely afraid. Of all the things that just happened, everything I did to her, this is what she fears? A maiming of her precious prince?

My desire to hurt him grows stronger.

“Please, Harrow.” Lenore reaches out, gripping my hand.

This is not how I imagined things. I wanted her begging for my cock or for relief from the hard fucking I had in store. Not begging for mercy for a prince who has no business here in the first place.

“Please,” she says again and the word dulls the sharpest edge of my rage.

I dip forward, licking the drool from her chin.

“Next time, I’ll finish what I’ve started.

If he interrupts us again, I’ll have him tied up, watching me wreck your cunt while my ravens eat him alive.

Is that understood?” I shift back into my human form and cup Lenore’s face.

She moans as my tongue swipes across her lips, stealing one final taste.

“Princess? Where are you?” that damned prince calls again.

I release her, growling in displeasure. Lenore turns from me, seeking Cassius through the shadows. The action sets off a blaze of fury within me. My grip is tighter than before as I clutch her jaw and turn her back to face me.

My voice is so low it’s barely a rumble. “Next time, I will fuck you until your mind is so riddled with pleasure and pain that I’m all you can think about. Until every trace of that prince’s face and voice disappears from your memory for good.”

Lenore’s pouty pink lips part. The things I want to do to that mouth. Using one finger, I press up beneath her chin until she closes her mouth.

“ Next time .” Then I vanish, taking my shadows with me, once again leaving my little raven behind. Swiping my tongue along my lips, I grin. At least this time, I can take some of her with me.