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Conquered

Sallie Rose

I kiss him, and the shadow bands disappear in an instant, and suddenly—I’m falling.

Or I would have. But Veyrion catches me before I hit the ground.

Catches me. Squints at me.

Then kisses me back.

Everything happens so fast after that. One moment we’re devouring each other’s lips, the next his hands are covering the butt cheeks he decided to leave alone, and then…

…plunging me down on something softer than granite but just as unyielding.

A choked gasp escapes me at the sudden invasion, my lungs expelling all their air.

It should hurt. It would hurt.

If not for the orgasm that crashes over me at first contact, swallowing me whole.

And Veyrion?

He was so removed while administering my punishment without a shred of mercy. But I soon discover that was all an act. A mask he was wearing.

That immediately falls off when I begin coming all over his invasive stem.

The Stone Fae King climaxes right behind me, his huge body shuddering as he empties himself inside me with a near-burning torrent.

And still, he does not let go.

He hugs me to him and hisses into my ear, “You are conquered . You are claimed and conquered by your Eryx King.”

I don’t have enough pride left to answer. Only the aftershocks rippling through me, my body trembling around him. He’s still so hard inside me, like his length has taken root in a space far too small to let him live there.

Our combined release drips onto the stone floor in lewd plops, but neither of us moves.

We stay like that—me impaled on him, my legs locked around his thick waist, his arms crushing me to his chest like he’s afraid I might run again.

Together, we’re still as the statue he’ll become at sunsrise.

Well, I’m completely still.

But his tail slides between us, finding the no-longer-secret nub just above where he’s still lodged inside me.

I thought it was over.

But a long moan falls out of me as the tip of his tail starts circling that over-sensitized spot.

In seconds, a new orgasm begins to rise.

But this time, there’s no hiding my face in his shoulder. His taloned hand snakes around my throat and tilts my chin up so that I’m forced to meet his gaze.

“Look at me,” he commands, voice rough. His hand tightens slightly. “I will watch as you fall apart under my claim.”

I can only imagine what I look like—panting, wrecked, my face contorting as I try to handle the even larger orgasm building inside me.

The shadows were intense. But this?

This is worse.

His length presses against the deeper spot hidden in my inner walls, and his tail works my clit with twice the skill, ten times the pressure.

“Veyrion,” I gasp under his grip. “Veyrion!”

“Yes. Say the name of your conqueror.”

His black tongue flicks out to lick his lips. It’s pointed and round at the tip, like his tail. “Let me relish this victory.”

I don’t know whether I hate him or fear him.

But one thing is certain…

I can’t deny him.

I come again with a helpless cry.

My body doesn’t care about my pride.

Or the triumphant glow in his eyes.

The orgasm rips through me, flooding him with my release.

“Look at you, princess,” he murmurs, low and taunting. “Soaking my tail. Making it easy for it to get the access it’s been coveting ever since you mockingly stripped naked for me last night.”

Was that only yesterday?

It feels like solars since he came into this chamber to deliver my original punishment.

But then a second, much more urgent question punches through the haze.

What access has his tail been coveting?

As if in answer to my question, the shadows return without warning. To pull my back cheeks apart.

And before I can ask, his taloned hand yanks me forward, crashing my mouth into his. His lips devour me, tongue clashing with mine in a savage, soul-destroying kiss that tastes of obsidian and iron.

And then he finds my back hole while another shadow starts its whisper-rubbing over my clit.

He’s taken everything from me: My freedom. My real identity. My pride. My virginity.

Some small part of me wants to fight this final claiming—at the very least, let out a squeal of protest.

But the tail knows exactly what it’s doing. It rims that last forbidden entrance with the slick it stole from me before easing in—then beelines to the bundle of nerves the shadows discovered earlier in the night, pressing against it with precision.

The shock wave of pleasure nearly knocks the breath out of me. And my clit throbs back to life.

The shaft between my back cheeks swirls while the triangle tip lodges itself deep against that hidden bundle, applying relentless pressure—just as another shadow resumes its rhythm on my clit.

Before the last orgasm has even fully ebbed, a new one starts blooming inside me.

Am I really…?

Am I really going to come again? This fast?

Apparently, I am.

One moment I’m still clinging to the kiss….

the next, my back is arching violently over his anchoring arm.

My head falls to the side, and I catch our reflection in the blackened glass of his window.

Me: fully impaled on this winged monster’s staff.

Him: only partially buried, his thick gray length visibly stretching me wide in the reflection.

The orgasm is so powerful, my legs loosen around his waist. My face slackens. I look like a rag doll having a seizure.

If not for his arm, I’d fall to the floor—conquered, completely boneless.

But he doesn’t let me fall.

Instead, he pulls me back up… His impossible staff swelling even thicker inside my overstretched folds.

“Sallie Rose…” he pants. As if speaking my name costs him something. Even though he shows no strain while holding me effortlessly impaled. “Sallie Rose…”

His eyes burn now. Like the suns. Blinding.

But I can’t look away.

Or stop myself from clenching around him.

Or not whisper the words that fall out next: “I’m glad,” I breathe. “I’m really, truly glad I didn’t die a virgin. I can’t believe I almost didn’t know this.”

He freezes.

Then his lips peel back. But not for a smile.

His fangs gleam in the torchlight.

And then… he sinks them into my neck.