Page 95 of Nightshades

The position is a little awkward. I’m upside down, and his cock is so big, I barely have the time to appreciate it. I lick,stroke, kiss, and suck, but my favorite thing to do is play with the piercings.

He seems to like that too.

Shade raises my hips, and I shout loudly when he begins to rock me against something. It’s hard, but I turn to look over my shoulder to see that the longest and thickest rhino horn is rubbing against me. The sharp point rubs against my clit, and I’m an absolute fucking mess. He isn’t gentle with me when he pushes two fingers inside, pumping without a care in the world.

I shout around his cock, and the heavy weight slips from my mouth, slapping onto his thigh.

“Oh god, Shade! What are you doing? I can’t focus. I can’t…I can’t…” I can’t finish my sentence. “You feel so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I press my forehead against his thigh, my nails digging into his muscles for some form of support.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you with my horn. Be a good fucking girl and take it. Even if it hurts. Even if you bleed.”

I push back, seeking what he is threatening, and I become dizzy with need for him. I scratch my nails up his leg when his horn penetrates me, then bite into the muscle of his thigh until I taste his blood. His cock tenses, and that’s when a black spurt leaves him, the head angry, the veins protruding, aching to come, but Shade must have controlled himself.

The animalistic noises that escape him as he drives his horn into me only heighten my senses. He hurts. With him, sex always hurts, and I never want it to stop. I heal now, and I’m thankful because I feel the blood dripping from me and onto his horn.

Looking back, red stains this face. It drips down his eyes and cheeks, a murderous scene.

“Shade. Shade!” I cry out his name when he increases the pace.

I cough. Blood spurting from my mouth as his horn inflicts more damage.

Shade flicks my clit with his claw, and that’s all it takes for me to clench around his rhino horn, a life-threatening orgasm ripping through me.

Flipping me right side up, blood drips onto his cock when I’m settled against him. In a few seconds, the bleeding stops, the pain in my belly subsides, and I’m good as new.

Shade isn’t.

His chest his heaving, his fangs are showing, tinted in blood. Streaks of crimson roll down his face, and he isn’t focused on that at all. He leans in, licking my mouth free of blood.

I moan, his claws raking down my back, only to cause me to bleed again.

“You better fuck me.” He settles his cock between my legs. “I’m not going to last long.”

The teeth around his cock look so sharp, and I’m reminded of the scars I have where they clamp around me when he comes. I love it. I want to feel that pain again.

Inching down on him until I hiss and can’t take anymore, I ride him. His shoulders are perfect for leverage. Rocking my hips, his piercings touch that spot inside me that has stars explode in my vision. My body feels so different. I accommodate him now. I can take him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praises. “That’s it. Take my monster cock. You’re so fucking sick for liking me, for liking what I do to you. Don’t get used to this treatment. Tomorrow, I’m going to fuck with your mind and give you dreams that will make you ill. You’ll scream alone in darkness, begging me to save you, and I won’t. You’ll be locked in your own mind until I decide what to do with you.”

I grab my breasts, moaning. “Yes, Shade. I want that. I want anything you give me. You feel so good. Oh, god. Fuck. You’re so big.”

“I love that I can see my cock bulging inside you. Such a little body fated to me when I can easily break it.”

I come so hard, my entire body trembles. My ears ring from how loud I scream. I sway from dizziness, wondering how the hell sex could ever be better.

The mouth clamps around me, his lure light illuminating my womb again, only to reveal something I didn’t expect. Shade shouts his own climax, his hand falling to my belly.

“Seems a little parasite has attached itself to the wall of your uterus,” Shade informs, rubbing his thumb back and forth over it. “Male anglerfish lock onto the females. Maybe it’s a boy.” I’ve never heard him sound so gentle and sweet.

I’m wrapping my head around the fact I’m pregnant, which wasn’t something I planned any time soon, but with how Shade is looking at my belly, his lure light still glowing onto my womb to watch the very small embryo, something softens in his eyes.

“I wonder if they will look like the old me, the new me, or you.”

“I don’t care who they look like as long as they are healthy,” I admit, placing my hand over his.

“I thought I’d want you all to myself,” he admits, the first real smile stretching to meet his eyes. “Sharing you wasn’t an option, but now…maybe I can have the family I never got to have.”

I press my forehead against his, knowing in my heart that we would have it.