Page 33 of Pareidolia

Nox’s red eyes staring up at me and that impossibly long tongue licking and lapping.

Eating me alive.

He really is going to eat me alive.

I whine in the back of my throat as that cold, strange pressure of the shadow in my slit dips even lower. Nox bows his head and thrusts his tongue again—it’s like they meet at a point in my center with one nerve in between. Without warning, my body goes nuclear. The orgasm this time rips from somewhere deep inside me, pulsing along my cock, through my ass.

I feel like I’m flying apart into little sparks of embers—burning trees and broken stars that make up a universe I never knew existed.

Nox’s hands on my legs clench to hold me in place, and I’m faintly aware, through the pulsing, twitching sensation that’s taken over my body, that I can feel warmth.

Blood sliding down my skin, making the table beneath me slick and sticky.

I don’t care.

Fuck, I’d bleed out and let him fill my veins with those fucking shadows if they’d keep touching me just like this.

The tendril in my mouth finally slips out, now that I’m too fucked out to properly form words. The contrasting warmth of my spit with the cool feel of the trail it makes along my chest makes me shiver. When Nox drags my own saliva over my nipples, I moan.

“Can’t… I… mmfh…”

I’m not actually telling him no, but I’m trying to tell him that I don’t know if I can take any more.

It doesn’t seem to matter what I can or can’t take. That tendril slides over my nipples again, over and over, as he finally draws his tongue from my ass and pulls me to the edge of the table.

I’m writhing and trying to catch my breath while I watch him—his wings flare wide at his back and his hips flex. From between his legs, a slit spills open…

And from that slit trails a long, thick, purple cock. It’s too fucking big. Too much. It shines slick in the low light of the room as the tendrils on my thighs spread me open even wider.

The pressure in my cock eases as he drags the shadow still inside me out, drawing another soft unf from my throat before he rocks his hips forward.

It’s pressure—hot, impossible pressure. I’m surprised I don’t split in half, that I don’t completely shatter. Either his tongue stretched me wider than I thought, there’s some magical shit in his saliva, or whatever makes his cock glisten could make a lube company rich… because after a second of painful pressure, he breaches my hole and dives inside me.

My back comes off the table again and I scream—this time he lets me. His wings flick in time with the way I try to draw breath to scream again, and he starts to thrust inside me in time to the desperation crawling up from my lungs to mewl out of my lips.

“More,” he demands, and I feel my body spark. My nerves feel electrified, but my cock twitches.

He’s doing this to me.

It almost hurts to get hard again, but his hand comes down and he laces his fingers with mine—black and red and his dark skin pulsing and mingling together—and lust pours through me.

Lust and desire.

Need and fury.

Inevitability.

He feeds it all to me and bucks his hips, and all I can do is feel my body ready to give him more, while my nerves want to evaporate from overstimulation with every stroke of his dick inside me.

It’s strange, because I can feel how wrong it is. How the shape in my ass isn’t just a shaft. It’s tendrils, and a pulsing bulge at my entrance. It’s that liquid shadow spilling so deep inside me that I should be able to taste him at the back of my throat.

Nox fucks me with a cock that pulses and hums with the same intensity as his wings, with shadows and tendrils and a demand that I give him everything I am.

Those tendrils spill from his back and snake forward again—wrapping around my arms, my lower back. He lifts me when I can’t move, and fucks me against his cock like a ragdoll when I don’t have the strength to even try.

“N… Nnmmm…”

“More,” he says again. And then as he drags me down against him again and drops one clawed hand to wrap around my cock. “Everything.”