Page 24 of Nightshades

She lies frozen, her amber-colored eyes watering as they look at me. So round. So wide. They are like moons high in the night sky, and I’m the complete wreckage of a furious sea, a high tide that will drown her.

Her fear is evident. It smells of sunlight, a warmth I crave on my skin.

“Lula-lala-la-la-laaa,” I sing, the nightmare darkening the entire room.

And yet, the same scent is paired with her fear, just like it was in the alleyway.

Lust.

My mate loves this.

The roots tighten around her throat, threatening to kill, but I won’t. I’ll kill everyone in this town before I ever threaten the beat of her own heart.

More of the roots climb up her body, then braid together to create a thicker one. It slips between her pussy lips, dragging itself up and down.

She’s so wet.

“My naughty, little dream craves what she doesn’t understand. Just as much as I love to taste fear, you love to experience it, don’t you?”

Lula tries to scream, doing her best to tug at her restraints. Her eyes drift left, then right, curious about what is holding her.

“You can’t get away from me, Lula.” I lean in, allowing her to see the monster that belongs to her. A fresh tear drips down her cheek, and I lick it free, gathering the sweet, salty liquid. “You can try.” I pat her cheek, squeezing her chin just as the braided root slips into her entrance.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, the sweet, succulent scent of pleasure sparking the air. The nightmare craves the darkness trapped inside her mind, begging to be set free.

Fucking her with the root, my own desire builds as I feel how tight and wet she is, as if it were my own cock experiencing the soft grip of her soaked cunt.

Lula’s eyes land on my cock, widening further if that’s possible, when she sees how big and thick I am. She gives a small shake of her head, afraid of what’s to come.

“I’m all yours, Detective.” I lick her lips. “Every.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and moan. “Inch.” Thrusting into her, the anglerfish light unravels for the first time at the base of my cock, illuminating the dark space.

I still haven’t figured out what it’s for, but I will.

Lula screams the best she can, but like all the others, it’s more like trying to shout while having a nightmare.

You can’t.

You’re paralyzed.

And that’s no different now.

Removing the root, I bring it to my mouth and suck her nectar free.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” I release her ankles from their restraints, her skin red and bruised from how tight they were.

Lifting her hips, I watch her cunt swallow the root again, the light wanting to slip inside with it. I allow it, curious as to what it will do.

“Don’t fear me, Lula. I’m only here to make all your nightmares come to life.” In the next thrust, the light slips in with the root, and her insides are able to be seen.

It travels up, stopping just where her womb is.

It’s showing me where I need to be in order to breed her. I growl in appreciation, loving my new abilities even further.

My cock continues to drip onto her bed, wanting nothing more than to bury itself as deep as possible.

To my surprise, Lula begins to rock against me, taking the root deeper. Pinching her clit, she keens, tossing her head back as an orgasm sweeps its way through her.

My thighs become wet with splashes, and as I peer down at her pussy, liquid squirts all over me with each tense of her orgasm.