Page 33 of Fear No Hell
Calliope
I’m lying in my bed. The comfortable mattress envelops me, absorbing me deeper, as I look around in confusion.
Unlike the usual cool darkness of my room, the chambers surrounding me are colored in different shades of red, slashed and intermingled with intense oranges and deep shadows cast by the flickering flames of the torches lining the room.
My body is one big pulsing ache, desire flowing through me and centering between my legs.
I moan, sliding my hands over my chest, teasing at my nipples with fingers already tipped by claws before tracing over the flesh of my stomach and down to where my stomach meets my thighs.
I want to tease myself before I slide my fingers over my clit and into my pussy, but there’s something holding me down, keeping me from reaching the tender flesh between my legs.
Whimpering, I lift my head, only to see Sam nestled in between my thighs, his hazel eyes narrowed on me in acute hunger.
The second I meet his eyes, the shadows around us come to life, racing towards us before lovingly settling over Sam’s body, trailing up his shoulders and around his neck until they reach his face.
Obsidian bleeds out from his pupils, extending in dark tendrils until it overtakes his irises and sclera.
“Sam,” I murmur, reaching down and scraping my claws over the shell of his ear, savoring his unfiltered groan.
“Please.” He draws out the final syllable, turning a simple plea into a devastated beg.
“Please what, pet?” I slide my legs out from underneath his weight and drape them over his shoulders. Another noise greets me as his head hovers over my pussy. “Do you want something?”
“Please let me make you feel good.” His gaze has fallen between my legs, his tongue flicking over his lips as he stares hungrily. “Please, please, please, sweetness.”
It’s the pretty, broken way he begs that has me inclining my head in permission and the “yes” rolling off my lips.
The word hasn’t even left my mouth before he’s dragging me in close to him, sweeping his tongue in one long lick from my opening to my clit. This time, he gifts me desperate whimpers as he repeats the motion then does it all over again. His noises grow less human and more feral with each pass.
I can feel the slickness between my thighs, a combination of my own wetness and his talented mouth. Each lash of his tongue brings me closer to the edge, my thighs tightening around his head.
“Oh gods,” I hiss, pressing my hands against his head. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, pet!”
A loud whine makes its way to my ears as he digs his fingers into my thighs and narrows his focus on my clit, alternating between licking and nipping until I’m shaking under his attention.
The world is fading away, magic swirling in my chest with each pass of his tongue and graze of his teeth. “Keep going,” I pant, the words turning into a shriek when Sam’s fingers dip in between my legs. Slide deep inside me. “Such a good boy. Make me come, my darling, right now!”
Two of his long fingers curl up to rub along my inner wall as he makes one last ravenous circle over my clit with his tongue that has me screaming, falling apart with his name on my lips, writhing as he fingerfucks me into oblivion.
I haven’t stopped trembling before I’m dragging my sweet pet up the bed and forcing him to his back in a flurry of frenzied movements.
Sam’s obsidian eyes are locked on me, unblinking, as I settle over his hips, his hard dick pressing against my entrance.
I sway over him, the head of his cock slipping easily into me with how wet I am.
Sam’s head kicks back; his throat ripples with the shout he releases. Less than halfway inside me, and he already looks like he’s going to fall apart.
“Look at me, Samael,” I order, the foreign name slipping off my tongue without thought. I don’t know where it came from, but it sounds right.
Sam’s head lifts, his eyes coming back to mine. With the moment of connection, I drop onto him hard, my pussy swallowing his cock easily.
“Sweet pet,” I purr as I lift to my knees, sliding up along his length until he’s barely inside of me.
Panic flashes across his face, his mouth parting, when I hover teasingly at the head of his cock. Before he can spin out too badly, I fall back down onto him with a cry.
“Lila,” he shouts, thrusting his hips up, driving himself further into me. “Oh fuck, you feel so good.”
His need, beautiful and frantic, is all it takes for me to take the lead, fucking him hard and fast. I ride him furiously, grinding against him, chasing the orgasm I can feel creeping up on me when I feel the air shift around us.
It’s a small tease, a gust of wind, that's out of place enough to drag my attention away from where my pet is sprawled out beneath me, looking absolutely wrecked as he bites his teeth into his lower lip.
I glance around quickly. I don’t want to look away from Sam for too long, so my gaze comes back to him almost immediately, and when it does, I lose my driving, hungry rhythm.
The skin around his eyes is webbed with black lines. I follow those lines to where they end centimeters above his mouth where what I thought were teeth digging into his lower lip are actually sharp fangs.
Further down, starting at his neck, are trails of darkness where blue veins once sat.
They track along the flesh of his throat and across his chest, down his arms where they disappear into the void of his now-black fingertips, graced by razor-sharp ebony claws.
Shadows arc around his head in an ephemeral crown, and when his tongue darts out to lap at the blood pooling on his lower lip, it’s forked and pointed.
In the center of his chest is a tattoo. A central trident with triangles and whorls exploding around it.
He looks like my Sam but not. He’s something different, dark and powerful, and still very much mine.
And that drives me wild, sending me grinding hard along his length, pinching my nipple with one clawed hand, flicking my clit with the other. I’m riding him with every ounce of strength, filth pouring from my lips as the word mine circles through my brain on repeat. Sam is mine.
Pleasure drags me under as the head of his cock presses over my g-spot. “Yes,” I scream. My head falls back on another shriek.
“Please, sweetness, oh god, please, I can’t stop it, I’m gonna—”
“Gods yes, come for me, pet!”
“Fuck,” he snarls as he thrusts one last time, his shaft pulsing deep inside me before he floods me with his cum, shouting my name with each jerk of his cock.
Heat blooms and magic floods my body as he fills me. Scarlet mist overtakes my vision, and I’m spinning out into another climax—
***
A moan shakes my body. Another moan, a deep tremble, and then my eyes flash open.
I’m alone in my bedroom.
Sam’s not here.
What the fuck was that?