Page 12 of Moth & Flame (Gothika & The Blackspire Empire)

DRAVEN

I can’t take it anymore. After this evening’s session with Hella, I’m going to ask her to leave her fiancé, whoever he is—she hasn’t told me anything about him despite my very unprofessional prying—but I vow to slaughter him all the same.

Whoever he is, it’s clear from the faint but jagged scars decorating Hella’s throat that the way he feeds from her isn’t done to give pleasure but to harm. When I’m finally able to coax his name from her lips, a violent demise shall be met upon him.

I can no longer deny who she is to me, and I know that she feels it too. I can fucking hear it in the pounding rhythm of her heart, singing its syren song to the beast in me.

Dressed in nothing more than the matte black silk robe I’ve provided, she’s lying face down on the cushioned black leather kink table. Gradually peeling back the fabric of the robe, I reveal her thick, luscious ass that instantly summons my cock to grow thick and heavy with need.

Slicked with oil, I glide firm hands over the length of her back, gradually feeding some of my shadows to assist in kneading and teasing her body to new heights even as the tension inside me continues to wind tighter.

When Hella first became a Moth & Flame member, I’d worn sterile gloves, but as this intangible thing between us grew and strengthened, we forsook numerous professional boundaries to the point where only a few remain: I still haven’t told her my name, I haven’t given her my cock, and I haven’t kissed her.

Yet.

All three I have every intention of remedying this evening.

My palm comes down in three quick, firm slaps to one of the thick globes of her ass causing the flesh to reverberate in a way that makes me fucking salivate. Hella’s nails dig into the table as she gives a wanton cry that makes my cock twitch with satisfaction.

“You know how much I fucking miss you when you’re not here with me, Hella? And then you pulled that shit last night. Such a fucking cock tease, aren’t you, princess?”

She doesn’t answer. Merely wiggles her hips, arching her back as if to offer me her ass. I dole out the same punishment to her other cheeks to then admire the bright red prints of my hands on her ass that draw out my growl of pleasure.

“Answer me, Hella. Are you daddy’s little cock tease? Trying to turn him into a rabid fucking animal.”

She finally gives me a whimpered, “Yes, daddy,” as her hips give another wiggle.

“Give me this fucking cunt.” My words come out little more than a growl as I yank her hips off the table and position her on her knees.

The action reveals her tight, puckered hole to me as the glistening pink folds of her pussy part, and I can’t resist the urge to spank her too. She yelps, ass jiggling and core clenching.

“Why, Hella? Tell me why you had a replica made of my shadow’s cock, and maybe I’ll reward you.”

She hesitates only for a breath. “Because I want you. I want you to claim me. I want you to own me.”

My heart nearly bursts with emotion as my cock weeps with joy.

At the first graze of my fingers teasing her slit, her back arches to steal more contact. She’s rewarded with another smack to one of the plump globes of her ass.

“Yeah, baby? That’s what you want? You want daddy to protect you and take care of you? Claim you as mine?”

“Yes, daddy, please. I need you.”

As much as I want to lay it all out on the table here and now, I also don’t want lust clouding her judgment. I want her to be thoroughly sated so she can make a clear-headed decision.

With a growl of satisfaction, I send a thick tendril of shadow to lick her entrance. “You do love to be such a good girl for me, don’t you?”

She lets out a soft cry, red nails digging into the cushion of the table. “Yes, sir.”

Pre-cum leaks from the head of my cock as my knot throbs with need to fill her. Among my kind, a male’s knot is reserved solely for his soulbound.

My hands soothe away the sting of her reddened cheeks, squeezing their heft firmly. The movement parts the delicate pink petals of her cunt further and the sight makes claws prick my fingertips as my beast surges towards the surface.

“Oh my fucking gods, Hella.”

On an impulse to mark her cunt with something of my own, I summon a ball of saliva to spit on it before burying my face in my favorite place in the whole fucking world. Hella cries out as my tongue works every inch of her ass and pussy until I feel her body tightening at the approach of release.

Her breath catches when I pull away, and my shadows turn her onto her back. Throat and face flushed, there’s a hint of vulnerability in her gaze —as if I might suddenly find something I don’t like about her.

Impossible.

Hella could ask me to eat her clipped toenails, to which I’d reply, “Be a doll and pass the salt.”

My shadows possessively grip Hella every which way: splaying her thighs, circling her waist, teasing her nipples, collaring her throat, and now, slicking against her entrance. Hella’s hips begin to counter the work of my fingers as her eyes roll back, back arching, and she sweetly moans. “… Need you.”

My heart squeezes with emotion I’ve never felt.

“I need you too, kitten.”

Hella’s eyes snap back to mine, lips parting at the fervor in my words. My shadows curl around her wrists, pinning them above her head, and splay her thick thighs wide, pinning her knees to the table on either side of her waist.

With a breathy whimper of desperation, her head cranes downward to watch as my shadows billow between her legs, further spreading the lips of her pussy. I will a portion of my shadows to take on the precise shape of my cock, slicking it through her folds from entrance to clit. She gives a soft cry, eyes rolling heavenward, her head tilting back. Tears leak from her eyes as she writhes beneath me.

“Oh, gods… daddy, yes.”

It takes a herculean amount of restraint not to immediately bury my actual cock in her tight, pink cunt, drenched and dripping with need, as I silently deliberate whether to just make my demands of her now and claim her in every way our bond demands.

My shadow gradually pushes inside her with progressive thrusts that stretch her as she adjusts and spasms around its girth. Fixing her eyes to where the shadow of my cock splits her, soft keening sounds and unintelligible curses escape her throat. Her expression–a helpless pout in her state of overwhelm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ? —”

A growl of pleasure rumbles in my chest, even as my cock weeps its neglect, still strangled in the confines of my trousers.

“Such a good fucking girl. Look how beautifully you take my cock.”

We both wish it were the cock attached to my body and not its shadow.

Soon. She needs to be coherent when she makes her decision, I have to remind myself, resisting my beast’s demand and soulbound needs.

Hella gives a vigorous nod, eyes lifting from her cunt to my gaze.

“Please. I want it so badly. I need it.”

Her meaning is clear. The singular thread that restrains me is that of her fucking fiancé. Despite not even knowing his name, I’ve never wanted to murder someone so badly in my life. I don’t dare fulfill our bond if she won’t leave him. And I will not influence her decision under the influence of lust. I will however give her a taste of what she wants.

Her eyes widen as I ease my cock out from where it’s trapped against my thigh, and give the aching flesh a firm stroke. Pre-cum swells and drips in thick strings from my broad crown to the floor. Hella’s tongue slicks across her lips as her eyes return to mine.

“Can I swallow you, daddy? Please?”

My knot pulses in agreement despite my rule of never cumming before her.

Though teasing her…

“Just a taste, kitten.”