Page 38 of Grotesque

By the gods. Yes. Sorcha was mine. In that moment I knew she had been made for me just as certainly as I had been created for her. I fit inside her perfectly, her body molded precisely to mine.

I kissed her. “Hold tight,” I growled.

I rocked into her, shoving her back into the bookcase until books tumbled all around us.

She anchored one hand on the shelf behind her and fisted her other to the ridge of my wing.

I lowered my face until my forehead was pressed to hers, so that the only thing I could see were those beautiful emerald jewels she had for eyes.

Soft gasps turned to high-pitched pants.

“Louder,” I said. “Let me hear you scream.”

I fucked her harder, obliterating any act I had left that I was playing the gentleman. Sorcha’s scream crested as she orgasmed. I fucked her right through it, on into the next.

“Fuck. Fuck! It’s too much. You’re too much, Corban,” she choked.

“Give me one more.” Sweat dripped from my brow to her flushed chest. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I wondered if I was trading one curse for another, if she had not somehow ensnared me the same way her cunt gripped my cock. “One more, little dove.”

I was close to breaking but she needed this. She needed to know I would put her first if only she gave me everything I desired.

And just like that Sorcha was screaming unintelligible words as she came once more. So hard that she was dangerously close to forcing my own cum out of my balls.

I groaned, and leaned my head back, simply enjoying the way she gripped my cock as I worked into her. Gods above and below, she was everything.

When I opened my eyes again, she was still looking up at me, her eyes large and glassy. Wanting.

I licked her lips and kissed her.

“I want your mouth,” I said.

“Take it,” she breathed. “I don’t think I can give you anything else. You’ve wrung me dry.”

I grinned and rubbed my face against hers before dropping down to her throat, then running my tongue up to her ear. I took her lobe between my teeth and sucked. “Will you let me finish there? Will you swallow every drop?”

She nodded, her fingers digging harder into my flesh. “All of it.”

I eased out of her, dropping her legs carefully to the ground before moving behind her so that my back was pressed against the shelves.

As she turned to face me, I made a show of stretching out my wings, their span taking up almost the entire wall.

My cock bobbed and glistened in front of her face as she dropped down.

She looked up at me like I was a king. A god.

Oh, she had no idea what I was truly capable of.

She took hold of my cock and fuck– the wicked little thing ran her tongue from the bottom of my balls all the way to the top before she sucked the head into her mouth.

She did it again, this time wrapping her tongue around my length, licking up her juices.

I leaned my head against the stacks as good fortune finally graced me in the form of this unbelievable, filthy, perfect woman and her greedy mouth.

The weight of the curse fell loose about my shoulders and pooled around her knees.

Lust was one of humanity’s greatest sins, which was why it was the easiest weapon for me to wield when winning my freedom.

Desired above all things, I thought hazily, as I enjoyed the feel of my balls smacking against her face. If Sorcha would give me that, would give me everything, no matter which form I wore, I would give her worlds in return.

Once the others had realized they were losing themselves to me, binding their souls to mine, they had stopped letting me in. Had stopped letting me taste their flesh. A parasite, Maxine had called me.

Sorcha was either oblivious or too far gone to care about the consequences. To notice the invisible binds anchoring her to Glamis.

Or maybe, she was as in love with me as I was with her.

I felt it the moment the spell broke, like the snap of a thousand chains shattering all at once. My hips lurched forward, forcing my cock down the length of her throat as the sensation ripped a guttural sound out of mine.

“Gods,” I gasped. Holy gods . White light burst behind my eyelids. I grabbed hold of her head on instinct and rocked into her, staring blindly into nothing, feeling every single thing. Every sense felt gloriously sweeter. How dulled everything had been, trapped beneath the weight of the curse.

Sorcha’s mouth had driven me wild before, but now the flex of her muscles around my cock set my nerves on fire. The smell of her brought me to the shining lights I had introduced her to. Euphoria. That’s what I was on the brink of.

A wet choking sound snapped me to attention. She was staring up at me, drool running down her chin. Her teary eyes as wide as her gaping mouth around my cock. I brushed a thumb down the side of her cheek.

“You perfect little creature.” I was so close to coming. I needed to come. I needed to know what it felt like now that I was free. Finally, truly free.

A muffled moan vibrated up my cock in response. I eased my cock slowly back until the head was out of her throat resting on the top of her tongue. Her cheeks hollowed out as she started sucking.

“Good girl,” I purred and sank my fingers back into her luscious hair. I let her set the pace, taking over as she bobbed her head up and down. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

She flattened her tongue to the underside of my shaft and pressed up as she sucked. It was a direct line to my balls that had them tightening even further. She must have felt me tense because she did it again, harder this time, and pressed her teeth into the top of my cock.

She was too good. This was too fucking delicious.

I didn’t have time to warn her before I started coming.

Thick hot jets of cum shot into her still sucking mouth.

I held her eyes, watching her take every last drop, sucking like her life depended on it.

Like she was sucking my soul right out of my body.

Sucking whatever venom of the curse remained straight into hers.

Sorcha fell back gasping once the last drop hit her tongue. Tears and drool covered her face. I was on her in an instant, kissing and licking every drop from her. Her mouth met mine eagerly.

“You’re perfect. I love you. You’re so fucking perfect, Sorcha. Thank you. Thank you.”

Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.

I ran my finger along the faint mark on the back of her neck. I was going to keep her forever, and she had just given me everything I needed to do so.