Page 55 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood (Tales So Wicked #2)

Lenore’s eyes drop to my newly formed appendage.

The base divides, releasing five tentacles.

They writhe, seeking something to touch.

The tip and shaft haven’t even settled on their final form when I push inside.

Lenore’s tight passage chokes me, gripping my cock until I whimper, fucking whimper, in my monster form.

The tentacles strike as soon as I’m deep enough inside for them to reach.

One lies across the hood of her clit, rippling over the blood-engorged nub.

Two wrap around her thighs, anchoring us together.

One massages the stretched skin where my cock has her pussy pulled wide.

The final tentacle teases her back hole.

I won’t take that part of her now. I’m still enjoying the build-up.

The torment of her not knowing if or when I’ll plunge inside.

She’s nervous about having that part of herself taken.

I can feel it in the way her muscles clench.

I tease around the outside, my tentacle tugging gently on the sensitive ring of flesh. Her pussy pulses when I rim the area. By the time I take her ass she’ll be begging for it.

I can’t see my cock, but from the feel of it, it’s corkscrewed and vibrating. The whites of Lenore’s eyes take over as they roll back in her sockets. She didn’t have that reaction from anything Cassius did.

Peering down at our bodies together is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My cock is so thick, I can see the outline beneath her skin when I push all the way in.

My pace isn’t careful. She craved brutality from Cassius and he gave it to her. But something was missing. A piece lost to Cassius in his desire to take her roughly. Brutal, dominating, but completely in control. That’s how you wring every ounce of pleasure from your lover.

I fuck her hard, relentless in the way my hips piston in. All the while I’m studying her body, tweaking my movements so that her face twists out of a grimace and into an O.

I learned her wants and needs in my human form. Discovering what she likes, and what she can take, in my monster form is a whole new game.

The wall behind her strains beneath our weight.

Will it crumble if I keep this up? I’d like to find out.

Wrapping my arms behind her for support, I intensify every aspect of the way my body is conquering hers.

The vibrating of my cock has her first climax hitting before I’m ready for it.

Her muscles contract, barely able to tighten with the space I’m taking up inside her.

The pounding of blood on either side of her walls pulses against my shaft.

My tongue is long enough to make up for the difference in height.

I may not be able to kiss her or reach her breasts with my mouth, but I’m easily able to swipe the tip of my tongue against her peaked nipple.

I flick it, faster and faster, mimicking the motions I usually reserve for licking her clit.

Her moans spur me on. Victory fuels me when her second climax hits and subsides.

Fucking Cassius and his single orgasm. She’s worth more than that. Was he even trying?

A steady crackling warns me the wall is reaching its limit. Crumbling pieces fall down around us. Lenore’s third climax comes just as a body-sized indent pushes into the wall. We’re going to fall through.

“Another, Roseheart. Give me another.” My tongue snaps out, striking her nipple hard enough to turn it red. She shrieks, her body tightening against mine. I thrust with precision, striking her sensitive spots and reveling in the tensing of her walls as her fourth orgasm hits.

My own release is building. Harder, I need her harder. Lenore’s moans turn to a gurgled babbling as I wreck her pussy, driving into her with unmatched fierceness. It’s too much for the shoddy craftsmanship of the cabin. The wall gives way.

I throw out my arms, catching us as we hit the forest floor. My pace never falters. Lenore heaves, gasping, crying, screaming. This is it. I watch her shatter, falling apart completely. I guess fifth time’s a charm. My own orgasm drags me under.

My spend is much darker and thicker in my monster form. It spills out of Lenore, her body unable to hold the sheer volume. Throb after throb, my balls empty into her. The feeling of bliss is unmatched.

When I finish, I scoop Lenore up in my wings, rolling us both to our sides. She doesn’t move or speak. My monster retreats, fully satiated. I spend several minutes stroking her hair and skin, helping to breathe life back into her limp body.

Her arm twitches. It’s the first time she’s moved since we finished. “Damn.”

Then, she laughs, and I can’t help but join in. We must look a mess, lying on a destroyed wall, naked, covered in cum, laughing until we cry.

Lenore’s laughter shifts as a violent cough tears through her chest. I almost forgot about the poison. I hold her to me, wiping away the blood.

Her eyes are sad when the fit subsides. “I thought you might have cured me with sex.”

“Me too, little raven.” My shadows clean her up and clothe her once more.

She allows me to carry her for the next hour of our journey. Even dozes off for some of it. My amulet hasn’t stopped pulsing. We need to find a way out of here and fast.