Page 90 of Taken By the Lord of the Nocturne Court

“Not long now,” I whisper, looking into his strange eyes, already unbuckling his belt, because, fuck it, we’re here alone, and I don’t care what’s going on at the hunt.

He inhales, but when he speaks my name next, his voice sounds as if he’s whispering through a copper pipe. The metallic, otherworldly quality of his words makes me curl my toes, but as the bed stirs under me again, I blink and raise my head to see shadows attaching themselves to Kyran in wispy strings like elongated leeches.

I must have made a face, because he hushes me with a peck on the cheek. “Don’t be afraid… things are different in the shadowild.”

“But you’re… fine? This doesn’t hurt you?” I ask as shadows swell under my fingers where I was touching his skin, no less warm and pleasant to the touch.

Kyran shakes his head, and I can’t miss that his hair no longer acts as it normally does, instead floating in the air and merging into thick, flat strands. “It’s an effort to keep my elven form here, for me at least. I spent most of my life as a creature of shadow,” he says, and the darkness is back in his eyes, covering them whole, as if he’s no longer a man.

I can’t contain the shock of seeing him like this but keep still when his long finger pulls down the front of my shirt, flinging buttons away as if that was his plan all along.

I gasp, and my heartbeat quickens. The shadows cover him and melt into each other, making his form grow. Am I scared or excited?I’mnot sure, but my dick is.

“Is this… safe?” I mutter, running my fingertips over his swelling forearm, black, matte, and soft as velvet.

Kyran’s features have sharpened too, and when he smiles, it’s like being in the arms of an exceedingly handsome praying mantis. As my heartbeat speeds up in response, the confused arousal I experienced earlier becomes more insistent too, and I wrap my legs around him as hespeaks.

“I won’t hurt you. My soul is still the same,” he tells me, sinking his long fingers into my hair as the shapes around us pulse, creating abstract forms I have no interest in anyway. All I can see, smell, and hear is Kyran, and when he dives in to nip my neck, my moan gets lost in the darkness surrounding us.

I’m not sure if he’s got undressed, or if the shadows clinging to him gave him a second skin, but he’s definitely not wearing anything. Only the golden sun tattoo in the middle of his chest stands out. When he moves, his obsidian limbs leave behind wisps of smoke that don't smell of anything. But if this is his most natural form in the shadowild, I’m not afraid. There’s nowhere safer than in Kyran’s arms, and the way he kisses me is just as filled with need as always.

I run my hands up his massive arms, and all the way to the monstrous shoulders. I don’t know what’s wrong with me that I find this hot, but I do.

His clawed hands are the size of my head, and he pulls my shirt and jacket off with ease, leaving me exposed to his greedy lips and hands. The shadows are like flames in constant movement, but his face remains an island of pale flesh. He even has a pink flush on those perfect cheekbones and lips. When his tongue slides down my torso, leaving a wet trail, our mutual desire makes me rock until my groin rubs Kyran’s chin, provoking him into dragging my pants off too.

I face this unfamiliar creature naked and vulnerable, and I want it to take me however it wishes. Kyran doesn’t make me wait either and slides his clawed hands down my thighs as I arch up to kiss him with my heart rattling like mad. I’m not afraid, not really, but I’m still getting to grips with what he is when the shadows embrace him. This is what I want though. Kyran in his most natural and most raw state. No secrets, no inhibitions, nothing between us.

As soon as I try to pull myself up, he playfully pushes my wrists down to the soft bed, pressing his weight on top of me, and—oh, I feel the size ofhimagainst my belly.

Unlike the velvet of his arms, his cock is slick like lubricated latex, hot, pulsing, and already leaving wetness on my skin.

We both gasp as he thrusts against me, massaging my stomach with the shaft, but despite the hiss coming from his mouth next, he doesn’t unleash all his power on me yet. Instead, he pulls me close, digging fingers into my flesh and teeth into the crook of my neck. He has my wrists pinned, but I don’t resist, open to whatever my beautiful monster might need.

“Luke,” he mutters in that strange, gravelly voice.

The shadows throb around us as I arch against him, but when gravity shifts, the room seems to roll around us. I find myself straddling his hips, with his hard dick between my thighs, and my wrists still captured in his massive paws.

“What is it, darling?” I say with a smirk, loving how his gaze glides over my exposed body.

Am I horny out of my mind? Yes. But am I feeling mushy inside over how much I crave to connect with my Prince of Darkness? Also yes.

Circles spread over his smooth black eyes, like water around a pebble thrown into a lake, and he squeezes my waist, holding me in place as he thrusts up, spreading the slick shadows between my legs, over my taint, cock, balls, my buttocks...

“I want you to sink onto me. I want to be the darkness inside you,” he says in a voice that’s dull yet somehow sexy, and it awakens a new yearning.

My face is on fire, but I want it. I want him inside me, and I want him watching me with those adoring eyes. They’re black as tar, but I still recognize Kyran’s desire in their burn. His cock slides between my buttocks and I rub against him needily, but he’s holding my wrists, preventing me from taking this any farther.

His cock throbs like he can’t wait to leave me spent and sticky.

When Kyran’s hands move down my arms, tickle my pits, then caress my sides, I think I’m free to grab his cock, but as soon as I try to move, I realize he’s now holding them in place with shadow.

He chuckles at my whine, but then those giant monster hands reach my ass. One pulls on my flesh, the other presses his cockhead to my opening. I guess we won’t need lube, because the slippery fluid he’s been leaking is more than enough.

“I… I need it,” I mumble, biting my lip and pressing my hips down so he’s inside me already. I want to feel that heat, that connection, and when he breaches me, I let out a soft moan. It hurts at first, but Kyran’s hands tighten on my hips, as if he wants to protect me from my own lust. His soothing whisper sounds almost like a hum, but when I manage to relax, there’s no better feeling than his cock sinking into me inch after wonderful inch.

He lets go, so I rest my palms on his forearms, giving myself to him and the shadowild. The ecstasy of being filled is like a high, and I half expect to see things that don’t exist, but when I open my eyes, Kyran’s looking at me, huge and intimidating in this new form.

Butnot to me.