Page 131 of Pareidolia

He’d be able to taste the lie, wouldn’t he?

I try to pull back, but more of those tendrils slide around me. They wrap my wrists, my legs, and Nox’s strong arms clutch me tighter as he shreds the remaining clothing from my body with sharp claws, leaving behind cuts and streaks of crimson that trail down my legs and into my boots.

There’s a very real chance he’s going to tear me apart anyway, but I’d rather go like this than with anger.

“There’s a bed right ov—fuck.” My attempt at taking control of the situation fades away as he turns my body and half throws me onto the table in the center of the room. The fleeting thought that I’m glad I packed my laptop away disappears when those tendrils wrench my legs apart and Nox falls between them.

I feel more like a meal than a man when that long, dark tongue slithers out again and licks along my inner thigh before wrapping around my cock. The hard, cool pressure of it tears through me, bowing my back and making me let out a low moan.

He growls deep in his chest, and the words he whispers against my skin are either a threat or the world’s most dangerous sounding foreplay. “Going to eat you alive.”

I don’t get out a protest, because his head dips, and that tongue slides along the length of my crease before dipping between my cheeks and pressing against my hole. Nox doesn’t let me ease into it—he doesn’t give me a chance to say yes or no.

He just slides his tongue inside me, and I let out a scream that’s quickly devoured as one of those tendrils slides between my lips and fills my mouth.

Shadows taste cool—clean, like water with an undercurrent of iron. It expands, filling my mouth until I’m forced to either suck it or choke, and it muffles the low groan that tries to escape my lips when Nox’s tongue spears deeper, licking inside me like he plans on finding my center and eating me from the soul out.

I wonder if he’ll starve when he realizes I might not have one.

My hips try to rock, not to pull away but to meet the motion as he leans forward, and two of his arms circle around my thighs, claws digging into my legs.

There are so many hands, though, and it’s so hard to keep up with them. One splays on my waist, keeping my back against the table while the other wraps around my cock and starts stroking me in hard, demanding movements that are a dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure.

I really do feel like he’s tearing me apart, like he’s finding the center of everything I am and unmaking me… and as I feel drool slide from the corner of my mouth and the tendril nearly choking me dives to the back of my throat and makes me gag, I realize that I’ve never enjoyed being touched before.

Not like this.

Sex has never been flavored with the edge of death, and apparently I’m even more fucked up than I thought I was. Nox’s tendrils sliding around my throat and squeezing tight enough to make me dizzy is exactly what I’ve been missing.

Another helpless sound tears from me when his tongue slips out, circling around my hole before diving in again. He fucks me with his mouth better than anyone has ever fucked me with their body, and even though I have no leverage for it, I try to ride it.

Maybe this is all he wants. Just to eat me alive.

I’m not even sure how a creature like him gets off.

His hand squeezes my cock, stroking up again, and one of those shadowy tendrils slides to the tip, grazing along my slit and slipping inside.

Inside.

He spills into my slit and fucks into my body from the cock down, and I nearly choke on the tendril in my mouth when I try to scream. That cool, nearly wet sensation drives along the length of my shaft as he fills every part of me he can… and I can’t help it.

He’s just started touching me, but with his tongue fucking me and his shadows sliding inside me in ways I’ve never been touched, it’s too much.

Or maybe it’s just that he knows how to drag the emotions and feelings out of me, that he’s drinking down my lust and feeding it back to me. My body writhes, and those lines on my arm start to dance with the thundering beat of my heart. It fills my vision with a burst of red, crimson—and then his wings flare out behind him and start to hum as I fall over the edge.

I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life, and the only reason I don’t fall from the table is because he’s holding me down. My cock jerks, little bursts of cum spilling from around the needle-thin sliver of shadow inside it. It spills against my waist, dribbles down my length, lands on his tongue, and makes his eyes flare wide.

Nox doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. His tongue doesn’t stop dipping and diving, and that shadowy tendril stays buried inside the slit of my cock. It’s strange—a cold pressure touching things inside me that I didn’t know could feel good… and as he starts to stroke my cock again, I realize I never went soft.

I don’t know if it’s something he did, or if I’m honestly just that turned on by a lifetime of needing to be fucked exactly like this.

I just know that the pressure in my cock is starting to build. The shadow that was so slick and cool, a tiny tendril before, feels like it’s spilling lower, slowly getting larger. I’m so focused on the sensation that it’s hard to think of anything else. I can barely feel Nox’s tongue licking and lapping, thrusting in and out of my ass and hitting already overstimulated nerves.

“Mmffuuu…” I don’t know if I’m trying to tell him to stop or if I want to tell him to never stop. The shadow filling my mouth doesn’t let me do anything but moan and choke. I gag on my own drool and try to look down my body.

Wings.

Red wings still thrumming and pulsing, and the echoing crimson color coming from my arm.