Page 29 of Whispers From The Dark

I am ravenous.

“Will I be a cuck for much longer, Petra, or will you allow me to assist him?” I say into her mind, and she snorts even as her back arches, forcing her breast even further into Sam’s mouth. His thumb plays with her other piercing, and her hips grind against his body. When she doesn’t respond, I decide I must expedite this process because, while her pleasure is sublime, all I want is more.

With half a thought, I will her pants to disappear, leaving her in only a tiny thong that I’m not sure has a purpose other than to highlight the cleft of her ass.

“Az,” she gasps, in what I can only assume was going to be a reprimand, but her shortened version of my name dissolves into a hiss as Sam rubs his cock against her cunt. The scent of her arousal mixes with the taste of her pleasure, and I nearly moan as I savor her exquisite flavor.

Pleasure from one who so rarely experiences it is a delicacy. Petra gets terribly little time to herself. Between handling her rotten mother and caring for her brother, she has no time to indulge in rapture.

I know I should take my time with her, make her relish a slow build-up, but my self-control seems to wane in her presence.

“Need inside you,” Sam gasps, but I’m in his mind within a heartbeat.

“Do not move. She will get what she wants only when she asks for it.”

He gulps, and I take that as his intent to comply. I stand, willing density into my limbs as I reach down to the coffee table to grab the bottle of lubricant and one of the plugs. I know what she has experienced in the past, so I bypass the smallest one, opting for medium girth. After my brief dip inside her mind, I know what she expects from this encounter. Her imagination was both illustrative and illuminating. She’ll need to ready herself.

When one of my claws drags over her ass, pulling her thong aside, she gasps. My touch elicits a reaction that is decadent on my tongue and hits me like a shot in the dark.

“Cold,” she whispers, and when the toy is poised at her ass, she pushes back. Eager and willing. Wanting.

But I don’t surrender to her desire. I wait—but not for long. When she whimpers and begs, rolling her hips over Sam, I smile. She’s finally asking for her needs to be met. She’s prioritizing her pleasure, choosing herself over anyone else. And when I sink the toy into her tight little hole, she moans, tipping her head back. She reaches back, grabbing my wrist, forcing my hand to maintain pressure.

“Fuck,” she gasps, and then her fingers trail across my flesh. I tense up, waiting for her disgust. But it never comes. When she releases my wrist, it’s because she’s become a trembling pile of longing, and she fumbles with Sam’s cock.

I help her, sliding my claw down the length of her thong, pulling it aside as Sam pushes his cock inside her.

“Oh, my—” she attempts to moan, but I steal her voice, cutting off that final word. “Az. Asmodeus,” she sighs when I give her the chance.

I know she did not mean for the words to repeat in my mind. Oh my Asmodeus. It consumes my thoughts, and for an instant I can see endless futures of her.

The only way I’m able to dismiss them is by homing in on the sounds she makes as her hips cant and she rides Sam. And it is no gentle undulation. It is goal-oriented, chasing orgasm. She doesn’t linger in her pleasure. There is no savoring at this tempo. She rides him as if she’s spotted a desert mirage and there is nothing to be done but quench her thirst.

Despite my earlier lapse of self-control, I’m choking on the taste of her now. It’s too good and too much, and my body reacts to the sensation. With little effort, thanks to the meal I’ve made of her desire, I’ve become tangible. My wings feel heavy on my back. My muscles are tense and my cock is tumescent—all because of her.

“How does he feel, love?”

I speak with my own voice aloud, not in her mind, not through a host, and it makes her pause for only a second. Her skin flushes over the filthy question before she continues at that same breakneck speed. “Slow down, angel,” I say, realizing she is only doing what she knows. With such limited opportunity, her encounters have always been rushed. Is it muscle memory that pushes her onward, chasing her release with a quickness that is practical? Perhaps speaking her desire into words was merely play-acting at what she thought I would want from her. “Savor it.”

“It’s not enough,” she pants. “I still feel…”

She trails off, and I lift her hair off her neck with my hand, leaning down to press a kiss where her shoulder meets her neck. Her flesh pebbles, the cool temperature of my body a stark contrast to the heat of her own.

“Look at us,” I say within her mind, and she peers into the mirror. I make everything fade away from her. The bright white of a luxury penthouse—muted. The sunlight glinting off the gilded mirror’s edge, bright and unwanted—gone. There is only her and me. My monstrous, stone face, blackened eyes, and curling horns. Her open mouth, pouty lips, raised brows, and bright green eyes.

“What do you need, love?”

She swallows, hesitates. Refuses to say anything aloud. She keeps grinding her sweet pussy on Sam’s cock. He’s blissfully quiet, perhaps still frightened by his brief glimpse of my natural form, but silent nonetheless.

“Ever since you left, I’ve felt…” she thinks, rightly assuming I can still hear her. I reach around, grasping her breasts in my hands, using my long fingers to tweak her nipples and play with her jeweled buds. My cock grazes her backside during one of her thrusts, and she inhales deeply. I allow my tail to twine around her ankle, and she startles for only a second before falling back into her rhythm.

“Empty,” she finally says. Firm and decisive. “I’ve felt empty. I need you, Az.”

And when she reaches back, grabbing my cock, I grip the plug nestled in her ass, ready to take its place.

“Not there,” she says, slowing her thrusts upon Sam’s body. She positions my cock directly above his, angled just right, and this woman has never surprised me more. “Here.”

Faintly, she whispers a single word, and it nearly unravels me.