Encouraged, Erevos drew his tongue back slowly, feeling the way her inner walls dragged along its length, coating it more thoroughly in her arousal, and then he pressed inward again, deeper, savoring the sensation of parting her from within.
Each time he slid in and out, she released that same unsteady sound, her hips shifting against his mouth as though chasing the movement. He felt everything.
He wanted to know how deep she could take him. He wanted to see how her body changed if he altered his rhythm. So he did.
He pushed his tongue deeper, holding it there for a suspended moment, then slowly withdrew, only to thrust back in, and the reaction he earned made his shadows ripple violently across the floor. His cock pulsed between his thighs.
He had nearly forgotten he had it at all.
Another thick bead slipped from the tip, trailing down the heavy length and falling uselessly toward the floor.
Without lifting his mouth from her, Erevos summoned his shadows, feeling them coil around his shaft as they wrapped him from base to tip.
The next time he slid his tongue into her, he tightened the shadows at the same time. The combined sensation made heat run through him, his hips jerking against the restraint of his own shadows as pleasure lanced up his spine while his tongue remained buried inside his little songbird, feeling her pulse and quiver around him.
For a moment, his mind emptied entirely.
He was aware only of sensation, of the hot, silken interior of her clasping his tongue.
Of the slick sweetness coating his mouth, of the pressure of his own shadows holding him in time with the thrusting of his tongue.
Lyssena’s voice grew louder now, no longer shy or startled but openly trembling, each breath spilling into another of those soft sounds that vibrated against his face. He did not understand the language of these noises.
But he understood their meaning.
And he had no desire to stop.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Eternity is Forever
Lyssena
Lyssena nearly lost her balance, and holding herself together while Erevos so nearly sent her into the next realm proved a far more difficult task than she had anticipated.
Especially since she was still perched so precariously close to that enormous deer’s head, its glassy eyes forever fixed ahead as though bearing witness to her shameless behavior.
Her god’s—or demon’s—or Erevos’s, which she truly could not bring herself to care about in that moment—tongue slid in and out of her faster and faster, and she felt every single ridge, every bump along its thick length as it parted her from within.
Erevos possessed a tongue that Lyssena would have never guessed, broad and heavy and textured, perhaps as thick as her wrist, and though it had hurt at first—so sharply she had nearly shed tears from the sting of it—now Lyssena was certain she might faint from the sheer pleasure of it.
When she felt her cunt pulsing around him, when she noticed the heat between her thighs had grown so swollen and flushed that even the air brushing against her felt like a touch, she was certain she stood on the edge of release.
Instead, her Erevos stopped. And then he rose.
The image before her eyes was something she never thought she would witness in her life.
Erevos unfolded to his full height, forcing her to tilt her chin upward just to follow the slow withdrawal of his violet tongue from between his sharpened teeth.
She wanted to ask why he had stopped, wanted to demand it through breathless protest, but she could not form a single coherent word.
Her Erevos stood before her, his entire face glistening obscenely, her arousal tracing a wet path from the upper row of his sharp teeth to the lower, clinging to the edges as his long tongue slid outward again, licking across each shard.
“I have a cock,” he said, and his mouth widened.
At that, her gaze dropped.
His cock was thick and heavy between his thighs, flushed darker at the tip, and it leaked so steadily that dark trails of demon seed had already streaked down the inside of his left leg, glistening against shadowed skin before dripping to the floor.
