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She’s not wrong there. “Then they don’t have to know if that makes you feel better.”
“That’s possible?” she asks, and the kernel of hope in her voice blooms in my chest like a garden of flowers.
“Everything is possible. The only thing I cannot let happen is you dying here, in just a couple of nights. So please, Esme.” I grab her face in my hands and hold it close to mine, forcing our gazes to each other. “Let me help you.”
“If we do this, how will I know you love me, and you’re not with me because of the tether?”
Ah. There it is. The foundation of it all. I stroke a finger over her cheek. “You will just have to trust me. Believe that I will always stand before you in nothing but soul and blood, no armor, no walls, and do the same.”
She takes a deep breath in. And another one. For what feels like an eternity, Esme simply sits still, breathing deeply, until she finally leans closer, and her lips are against mine.
Any last thread that held me back snaps. I cup the back of her head, tilting it to give me better access to her mouth. My tongue sweeps against her bottom lips and she opens for me, like practiced and expert dance partners. Her hands travel from my navel to my chest, finding the hem of my shirt in the process and snaking underneath it. I love the feeling of her fingertips against my naked chest, of her much cooler skin against the heat of my own.
With my free hand, I find her thigh and bring it over my lap, urging her to climb it. Esme follows willingly, bracketing my hips with her legs, caging me in. My lips leave hers to trail down her jaw.
“How long has it been since you’ve used a sigil of this power?”
I press my forehead to hers. “To you and to no other being in existence, I will admit I am a little out of practice. But it’s as natural as breathing. I won’t harm you in the process, if that’s your fear.”
“Not that at all.” She sweeps her hair to the side and tilts her head, stretching the long line of her neck. “I was wondering if you wanted to feed, first. Power up.”
I lick from the shell of her ear to her collarbone, and she shudders in my arms. “You know I won’t refuse you, if you’re offering.”
“Then don’t. I want to feel you.”
I try to quiet the growl in my throat, but my little gem makes me feral. “Take off my clothes. I’m not going to bother with a glamour, this time.”
Her smile is wicked as she works the buttons of my shirt. “Exactly how I like it.”
Once my shirt is off, I lift my hips from the mattress so she can shrug my pants down as well. I band an arm around her waist to hold her in place and let my glamour go, expanding to my true size. When I set Esme down on my lap again, she gasps as she settles against my already hardened cock.
“Eager?” she teases.
I let my elongated tongue find the spot behind her ear that drives her insane. “Always, for you.”
Her clothes are just as in my way as my own, so I reach for the hem of her sweater and pull it over her head. Esme complies, lifting her arms in the air to help me strip her. Her dress is next, finding the same fate. With my claws already extended, I don’t have neither the time nor the ability to take her tights off gently. Instead, I rip them apart, pulling the shreds away from her legs one at a time. Then I settle my lips on her neck, and with one swift motion, pierce her skin, finding the flow of her emotions and drinking her in. Everything is on edge right now, heightened. Her fear, her anger, her lust. They run down my throat thick and sweet like honey. Esme’s hands wrap around my cock as she mindlessly rubs her lace-covered pussy all over it, as if it were little more than a toy built for her pleasure. It’s so insanely hot, I could come right now, but I force it down as I take another long sip of her lust.
I don’t need to feed much — Esme isn’t shy offering herself to me often, and her emotions are so powerful, they keep me more sated than anything I’ve ever experienced. I finish off with a swig of her affection, the decadent, sweetest taste of all, and swipe my tongue over the puncture wounds to help them heal. Esme is like putty in my arms. I run my fingers through her hair, gently scraping her scalp with my claws, and she purrs.
“Feeling good, little gem?”
Her head rolls back. “You know I am.”
I run a claw down the middle of her underwear, ripping it. She’s too far gone for protest. Taking over for her, I grip my own cock, though her hands refuse to let go, and line it up with her entrance. She’s already dripping from my bite, but she’s nowhere ready to take my non-glamoured size. Still, it doesn’t mean I can’t tease her with it. Esme squirms in my lap, desperate, needy little thing, trying to get me inside her.
“So impatient,” I tsk in her ear.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want to feel me choking your cock.”
I grip the back of her neck so tightly, it’ll certainly burn, and likely bruise, too. “Oh, my precious one, you’ll choke it all right. You’re so tight it barely fits.” I bring her down closer to me until my lips are pressed to her ear. “But you’ll stretch for me, won’t you?”
She moans, continuing to squirm. I let my cock go to smack her ass instead, and she pants. “Say it, Esmeralda.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, I’ll stretch for you.”
“Such a good girl.” I go back to rubbing my cock along her slit, focussing the pointed tip against her clit. My tail snakes between us, finding her opening. That, she’s definitely wet and ready enough for, and it slides inside easily. Esme quivers in my arms.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper as I stroke back her hair. “You’re perfect,” I add, roaming lower down her back. “And you’re mine,” I finish, spanking her.
