Page 104 of Queen of Carrion

With a dark chuckle, the tongue slid out of me, and I repositioned myself, panting and eager for more.

“Grip my horns if you need to, little human.”

I reached for the tines of his antlers, the girth so huge, it was hard to get a handle on them. They weren’t like the smaller set of charm-covered antlers of his other form.

The tip of his black tongue lapped and circled my clit for a few teasing licks before plunging back inside, deeper than before. It thrust in and out a few times, copious amounts of saliva and arousal dripping down my ass to coat the seat of his throne.

Then, a new sensation had my back arching, a scream of pleasure lodged in my throat.

His split tongue.It parted inside me, rubbing me at different angles I didn’t even think were possible to reach.

I came with a strangled moan, the brutal orgasm sending me flying back to the surface for some of the most intense seconds of my life.

It was mind-obliterating bliss.

As my breath turned short and frantic, his claws gripped me tighter, biting into the soft flesh of my thighs.

He held me tight enough to leave bruises, and I found myself hoping they wouldn’t fade any time soon. I loved the idea of being covered in his marks.

The heat from his monstrous appendage probing around inside me consumed me. I dropped my head back onto the backrest of his throne and moaned as he thrust into me at a diabolical pace.

“Fuck!”

My cunt clenched around his tongue, and he released a low and throaty groan directly into me.

His tongue was unrelenting, twisting and twirling and splitting inside me, seeing how much I could stretch for him. I knew he was training me to take his monster cock, and I was eating up every depraved second of it.

My monster feasted on me like I was his last meal, his hands spreading my legs wider while pulling me up so my ass barely touched his throne.

My entire body turned to putty in his hands, and my eyes crossed with the overload of pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck. Oh, sweet Jesus,fuck.”

At that, he pulled out of me, snickering as he slathered one last lick up my center. “Jesus? There’s no earthly savior here,Rayven. Just the demon who owns your soul. Forever and always, your prayers will be made out to me. Isn’t that right?”

I gave him a sloppy nod, and he purred with approval. “That’s right. Now, tell me who owns this pussy?”

“The Lord of Bones.”

“Good girl,” he praised in his gravelly cadence. “And who does your soul belong to?”

“The Lord of Bones.”

“That’s right, my grave treasure.”

He ran his tongue between my breasts, teasing the fresh scar on my chest. “And who does this heart beat for?”

“The Lord of Bones.”

Suddenly, he released me. I fell back into his throne, a tiny “omph” knocked from me. Before I could adjust, his arm banded around my waist and plucked me into the air.

He held me against his side, tucked up under one arm like I weighed nothing as his free hand worked to loosen his pants. Sounds of tearing fabric filled the air as his patience ran thin.

He sat down on his throne and pulled me into his lap, guiding my knees so they clamped around his hips.

I stared down at his erection, seeing his monster form’s cock in real life for the first time.

Fuck. This motherfucker really was hung like a horse. I found myself transfixed by the ribcage-like ridging on the underside of his shaft.