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“I’m going to make it up to you for going against your wishes.”
“Yousavedme.” I’d thought we’d covered this. Also that Mrak didn’t really need an excuse to touch me like this. I’d welcomed him—allof him. Not at first, but slowly over time. Now, I’d wanted nothing more than to return that pleasure and affection to him. To make this, whatever this had become, reciprocal. But I couldn’t. However Mrak interacted with me left nothing physical for me to interact with in return.
“I will always save you,”he said as the sensation of his lips ran across my shoulder blades.“Protect you.”The tendrils on my breasts swirled around my nipples. The feeling of more slid lower, teasing my hips and thighs. I couldn’t stifle the moan that ripped from my lips.“Serve you. It’s our pact. It’s what you desire. It is what I desire.”
Fuck. It so was what I wanted. I wanted all of Mrak, but the most of what I got was this—his kisses, his caresses, his ministrations. His presence and love and lust, but nothing physical. Not really. Not in return. He could touch me, manipulate enough of his form to pleasure me, even take over my body, but he couldn’t manifest his own form. His own existed not fully in this plane.
“Aisling…”he whispered in my ear.“You’re thinking too much again. Just feel.”The tendrils between my thighs curled along my core at his words.
I groaned as pleasure tore through me like a mighty wave and keened forward. I had both palms pressed flat against the wall now, holding me up as my body once more became a toy for Mrak to do with as he pleased—asIpleased. Despite his unique dominion, it had always been consensual. And I knew no one, never in a million years, could ever bring me to the edge, screaming in pleasure, the way Mrak could—with or without an actual body.
He was my shadow monster. My entity. My protector, savior, and maestro all at once, playing delightfully sinful music with my body however and whenever he desired. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My pulse thundered in my ears. The sounds of the shower had dulled as my focus turned solely to Mrak’s tendril-like fingers stroking me. On the ethereal kisses he placed on my neck, as hot and searing as the warmth stoking an aching pulse in my core. His presence around me vibrated with power and attraction, as if by doing so, he could allow me to feel all I wasn’t seeing—his face, his reactions, his body. It cocooned around me like his form might if he were here right now, and before long, I was bucking against his shadow like I would his hips.
For a moment—brief and intense—I could have sworn I felt Mrak’s hardness pressed against my backside. But then the feeling was gone. Intense need bloomed between my thighs, an ache for him I’d known but never had fulfilled. It gave away to emptiness. I wanted Mrak so badly, my body craved him so intensely, that I wondered if this would ever be enough.
But in the emptiness of his hardness retreating, of Mrak losing an ability to manifest it, I instead felt the tendrils between my thighs coalesce into a hand. Fingers, thicker than they’d been before. More like a claw, really.
Panic spiked within me, just for a moment. I’d always known Mrak was some kind of monster. Any doubt was swept away the moment two fingers that felt more solid than anything Mrak had previously had the ability to manifest were driven into me. I gasped, my already shaky breath leaving completely as pleasure rocketed through me. Mrak stroked me inside as my legs shook. The tendrils around my breasts still played me like an instrument, spinning and plucking and sending eddies of pleasure spinning down to my core.
“Mrak,” I breathed as my pulse quickened.
Pleasure coiled tightly between my thighs, the ache giving way to a singular need to reach the top of this mountain I was climbing. The one Mrak was quickly sending me toward with expert control of my body. He slipped a third finger into me as his thumb pressed my sensitive spot, his hand moving fast. The combination of sensations, the realization that Mrak had been able to gain enough power to manifest an entire hand, sent a lightning strike of pleasure to my core, igniting the coil that’d built there, and sending me careening off the edge with an intense orgasm that sent me to my knees in the shower.
Mrak’s presence knelt with me, leaning me back and exposing me to the shower wall. I imagined he was really there, appraising me and my hooded eyes, my lips parted as I called out his name again.
But then hewasthere. I saw him—sort of. Holding me from behind with his shadowy tendrils but also kneeling before me. His form was just an outline in the steam—vaguely humanoid with horns and a tail. But also somehow larger, like two forms vibrating together. One humanoid, one much larger.
I gasped out of both shock and awe, but the emotions were both tapered as the form disappeared and the feelings of Mrak’s fingers—claws, really—came back to me, thrusting inside of me, bringing me quickly to another powerful climax that had my toes curling and my back arching before I had time to realize that it was coming.
My breathing had turned to heavy gasps of air as I came down from my orgasm. “How… did you manifest like that?”
“Our connection grows stronger.”His words were strained—I couldn’t tell if it was from the power he was using or if he was also as turned on as I was right now.
“Strong enough for you to fully appear?” I asked, a hopeful, nearly desperate edge in my voice. “I need you, Mrak. I want you with me.Withinme.”
Mrak’s tendrils moved to hold me in an embrace as he kissed my neck again. My lips. A searing make-out session that left me even more breathless.“One day soon, Aisling. When our connection is full. I assure you, it is torture for me as well, to not to part your legs and take you right now. I would give anything.”
His words sent a shiver of pleasure straight to my core. I couldn’t wait for that day.
“Is there anything I can do to make that connection stronger?” I asked, hoping it was something I could act on right here, right now. I didn’t know what it would be like, with him physically here rather than him existing as some ethereal being. And I’d be lying if I said the thought of it didn’t make me nervous. But… the more I thought about it, the more I wondered what a future with Mrak might be, I realized it was an excited sort of nervous.
Mrak let silence hang between us for only a few moments before saying,“It just takes time. Painful as that prospect might be, I don’t think it needs to be that painful.”His shadowy fingers moved once more, immediately drawing a moan from me that clawed its way out of my throat. Another intense orgasm began to build.“I quite enjoy watching you squirm beneath my touch in the meantime.”
And I much enjoyed doing so.
