Page 76 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood (Tales So Wicked #2)

Her words ring true. “Yes. The weight of ruling the Underworld does crush me under its proverbial boot some days. It’s challenging, but there’s no one else to do it.

If I’m not on top of things all the time, I risk destroying the peace and sanctity of every living thing that’s ever passed to my realm.

But there’s nothing I can do to change my fate. ”

The guilt each time I fail and lose another garden full of pure souls to the river of the damned eats away at my confidence. Their undeserving faces beneath the water haunt me.

“What if you could relinquish control, just for a few minutes, would you do it?”

“Are we talking about relinquishing control to you?” She nods quickly in reply. “I suppose I would.”

“You trust me, right?”

“With everything I am. There is no greater trust.”

Lenore grins before stowing her smile, her face turning stony. “Agreed. Now, get on your knees.”

For a moment I just stand there. Lenore has never taken charge before. She arches a brow, shifting her gaze to the floor and back.

Lowering to my knees, I peer up at her. “I suppose I can eat you just as well from this angle.”

“You’ll not be eating me.” Shadow chains emerge around my ankles and wrists, securing me to the floor.

I give them a firm tug. They don’t budge. “Someone has been practicing.”

It took weeks to notice the way the darkness shifted around Lenore.

How the shadows ebbed and flowed in response to her mood.

Looking back, I believe the power first came to her when she sat her very own throne, accepting the title of Queen of the Underworld.

She’s shockingly powerful. Nearly an even match to me.

We’ve worked to develop her skills so that she can control them.

I thought my lessons were the only time she was putting her skills to use.

Apparently, I was wrong. I’ve never taught her to make chains.

Lenore’s smile is one of complete elation. She prowls behind me, tracing her fingertips along my wings. Her first palm wraps around the connective tissue where my shoulder and wing meet and I moan. She intends to hand-fuck my wings until I come. My cock jumps at the thought.

“How much are you willing to surrender?” Her voice is low and seductive as she takes my other wing, gripping it with equal firmness.

My mouth falls open. So fucking sensitive . “H-how much do you want?”

“Complete control.”

“You have it.” I moan again, my wings flexing in pleasure.

She chuckles darkly behind me. “And you trust me to do whatever I like?”

The first hint of a shadow teases the seam of my ass. My body stiffens. “Lenore.” The syllables tumble out on a growl.

“Relax. Let go of your control and let me make you feel good.” She tightens her grip on my wings and pre-cum drips from my tip. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. Just say the word. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

This whole experience is new. There’s something undeniably sexy about her trying to take the lead. I’ve always been in charge of our bedroom sexcapades.

It’s a struggle, but I relax my muscles to the best of my ability. Lenore adopts a corkscrew motion over my wing connectors, sending a shudder through me. In that same moment, she slides a shadow inside.

My first reaction is to tense up. She immediately pulls it out.

Another few strokes of my wings later and she slides it back in.

I’m still not sure about this. Her pace on my wings quickens, working me up until I’m close to the edge.

This time the shadow plunges deep, hitting something unknown.

I gasp, unsure how to react to the new sensation.

The tendril remains there, massaging that secret spot as heat coils up my spine.

“Let go for me,” she whispers, sliding another shadow in and increasing her pressure.

A fuzziness swarms my brain as a completely new kind of pleasure detonates inside me.

It races through my balls and up my stomach.

My climax rips through me so hard that my cum squirts several feet across the room.

My limbs are shaking, balls drawn tight as I thrust, emptying myself in the air.

My thoughts clear in the moments after. I groan as she slips her shadows free and releases my wings. “Good boy,” she purrs.

I can’t even speak. I didn’t think, or, I’d never tried… Fucking hell, what was that ? A witty rhetoric forms in my thoughts but my tongue is trapped in my mouth.

Lenore strolls in front of me, smiling like a maniac. “Feel good?”

All I can do is nod. She drops to the floor, running her tongue through the mess I’ve made. Holy shit.

Her eyes are sparkling when she looks up at me. “Would you let me do it again?”

If you asked me this morning if I thought I’d be taking shadows to the ass as part of our midday fuck, I would have told you you were insane.

After that experience, I find myself nodding eagerly.

My cock is already hard again. The desire to take Lenore after that display of power and fuck her until she blacks out has me jerking on my chains. They don’t budge.

“Oh, we’re not done. That was just a warmup.” Lenore conjures a small mass of shadows, settling them around her hips. Shadow lingerie? That’s a sexy new trick. The straps of a harness take shape around her waist and thighs. The rest of the shadows tighten in the front, creating a long…

“ No .” Panic swarms my stomach.

Lenore drags her fingers down the length of the shadow cock that’s just formed on the front of her pelvis. “Look how small it is. I know you can take it.”

“No, it’s not right.”

“Why not?”

I struggle to justify my reaction. “I’m the one who should be taking you, not the other way around.”

“You’ve never wondered what it would be like to be taken?

To just lie there and let me pleasure you until you burst?

” She swipes her tongue across her lips.

“I have. I’ve fantasized about it more than once.

You’ve been powerful your whole life. I spent my life weak.

Always at the mercy of others. I want to try this.

If you’ll let me. I want to be someone else today. Someone in control. Someone powerful.”

Blood pounds against my ears. “I don’t know.”

“That felt good, didn’t it? This time it will be my hips, connecting with yours, controlling the pace, taking you as deeply as you want. Let me fuck you until your balls are drained and your cum has painted every inch of the room.” She bites her lip, rubbing her thighs together.

She’s getting off on this. Fuck, there’s something so sexy about watching her turn herself on.

“You really want this?”

She nods. “We can stop at any time. If you don’t like it, just say the word. I promise.”

Her eyes are pleading, pupils blown wide. My girl wants this, badly. She squeezes her thighs together again. She fucking needs this. I look back to my spend coating the Vivianite floor. It did feel good. New, strange, but honestly incredible. Breathing deeply, I nod.

Lenore squeals. “Oh my gosh, really?”

“Calm down,” I mutter.

Her smile drops and a dark, sexy look takes its place. Dom Lenore has just entered the room. “Hands and knees.”

I move into position; the chains only allow me so much movement. Fuck, I’ve never been on my hands and knees before without Lenore beneath me.

She disappears behind me. My anticipation grows. Her fingers return to my wings, milking them in long, slow strokes. “Just relax.”

The head of the shadow cock pushes against me and I jerk forward. Lenore coos, “You can take it. Relax for me.” The next time the head nudges my hole, pain spears through me.

“Fuck, no. Lenore that thing is huge. You’re trying to split me in half.”

“It is a third of the size of your cock,” she argues back.

“Well, it fucking hurts,” I gripe.

The pressure disappears as she backs away and comes to kneel before me.

“Spit.” She opens her mouth and holds it beneath my chin, waiting. Holy fucking fuck . This woman is full of surprises.

I give her a generous amount of saliva, filling her mouth. She closes her lips but doesn’t swallow. Taking position behind me again, she dribbles the saliva over my ass. The sensation sends an involuntary shiver across my skin.

“All you needed was some lubrication and a bit of a distraction.” Shadows pulse to life in front of me, forming an exact replica of Lenore.

She’s mastered skills with shadows that have taken me centuries to learn.

The shadow version sits before me. She leans back, spreading her knees wide and touching herself.

I know it’s not really Lenore, but watching her doppelg?nger play with her pussy is almost as hot as if it were. My eyes lock in on the way her fingers tease her folds, dipping in and out. It is a good distraction, and I start to relax as I watch the show.

Behind me, Lenore is working on her own performance.

Instead of pushing inside again, she rubs the shadow tip through our spit, circling my hole with slight pressure.

I never realized how damn sensitive that area was until now.

Pleasure zings as she rims the tight flesh.

Before I know it, I’ve started to pant. My head drops toward the ground.

Seeing her knees through my legs fills some missing part of me that I never realized needed to be dominated.

Around and around. She teases me until I’m sweating. “Lenore.”

“Yes, my love? Do you need something? Use your words.”

That wicked little raven. “Do it.” It comes out as a desperate groan.

“Hmm.” She slows. “That sounded like a command. How about you try again and beg this time.”

Shock and frustration fight against the growing ache in my balls. “Please, do it.”

“Do what? I need specifics.” I can hear the lust as she breathes heavily between each word. We’re both so turned on we could probably spontaneously orgasm from the tension alone.