Page 15 of Taken (After the End #6)

Chapter Eight

Rhen

Lacchus has sweat covering his every scale and a low growl on his tongue. He’s coming again, coming still, and each time he comes I slam against the greatest orgasm of all time. And the most terrifying.

He’s so deep inside of me and there’s something weird about his penis that feels like fucking everything. He’s swollen and so deep in there, ticking all the right places, and the shaft is so thick, he’s stretching my G-spot. I just need a different angle…slightly back. No, up.

I moan Lacchus’s name as his monster penis unlocks a hidden door inside of me that leads straight to the requiem of Dionysus—or Bacchus. Hehe. Pure lust. Pure pleasure. Pure sin. I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never felt desire like this—the desire to do this again.

I just risked the entire Sucere Project only hours ago and now, I can’t think about them.

I can’t think about humanity at all. Humanity shmushmanity.

Who even needs them when you’ve got his cock lodged deep inside your body and his fangs opening up the side of your throat?

It doesn’t hurt anywhere near as much as it should, but rather, his fangs feel cool as they sink into my flesh.

I feel high as a goddamn kite as my orgasm settles and his arms lock around me so fiercely, I can’t move.

I don’t care. Strangely, I feel…protected, rather than imprisoned.

I may be both, but isn’t that what I wanted?

Isn’t that what my life was in the Sucere Chamber, too?

Only now, I’m not screaming in agony from taking poison pills, but screaming in ecstasy from accepting my new role—no longer the artist, but a monster’s pleasure whore.

And I’m very okay with it.

I exhale against his chest with one final thought: I might be the most useless person that they sent on this mission. I also might have been their worst choice. Because I have no intent of going back to the Chamber. I’m going to stay right here, impaled on a fabulous cock…

As Lacchus finally finishes on a roar, he proceeds to promptly pass out. Men. Ha. So typical. Then again, I’m not far behind him either. My eyelids are weighted and heavy. My body is sunk into the bed. My inner thighs are still spasming and trembling and everything is sore between my legs.

In a good way.

I don’t particularly love the idea of passing out with a monster cock still inside of me, but I guess that’s where we are. I turn my head against the scratchy pillow and exhale…

“Rhen.” My watch crackles as the last voice I’d like to hear right now speaks itself into existence.

I glance up at Lacchus’s giant head resting on a thin pillow.

His black hair is tangled around his short horns, but his humanish face is relaxed, his nose straight and proud, his skin a dark brown with red undertones, his pretty brownish-pinkish mouth relaxed and slightly parted.

He looks so at ease, but when I attempt to extract myself from his grip, his expression pinches like he’s in pain and his claw tips dig into my back threateningly.

Porra. “Pam,” I whisper into my watch as quietly as possible. “What do you want? I’m busy.”

“While you may have failed in your mission as a participant in the Sucere Project, it is imperative you do not doom the entire mission more than you have thus far.”

“What?” My voice cuts off as Lacchus changes position, pulling me deeper into the cavern of his chest. He’s dead fucking asleep, his elbow locked at an angle now and shoved under my head, the not-so-soft pillow beneath my ear.

He licks his bottom lip, against which a faint reddish shimmer gleams. My blood.

I should be concerned about how much of my blood he drank but instead, I open my mouth and yawn, feeling sleepy and sated.

“You don’t have to worry about me and the mission, Pam. I’m out. I wasn’t exactly helpful to the mission, anyway. The humans can just stay asleep and it’ll be like I never existed.”

Pam says, “While that is not within protocol, I have no physical body and cannot stop you from leaving the Chamber permanently.”

“Good.”

“However, it is my obligation to inform you that without having properly sealed the Chamber behind you when you left, there is a one in four trillion chance of the Chamber remaining functional for the next two thousand years, and a less than one in five trillion chance of the Chamber continuing to function until its target survival date.”

“Properly…properly sealed? What?” I huff, panting, trying to understand Pam while sleep and warmth and too many orgasms make it hard for me not to tell her to go fuck herself.

“The door…Rhen.”

“What? What door?”

“The door to the Sucere Chamber. You need to go back and close it.”