Page 45 of His Darkest Deceit


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Except that bulbous growth locked behind my pubic bone forced me to keep it in. Stretching my skin around my opening until it tingled in warning that pulling away would cause harm.

But this much fluid didn’t feel good; some part of my mind knew that. Another part was cooing and languid, whispering that I should trust him.

That only he knew what needed to be done.

I didn’t understand what happened—none of it made sense. But the handsome one was working tirelessly—his wriggling cock prodding left and right, his massaging hands following the shape of his organ in my belly.

When it was too much for even delirium to obscure, when I was certain that swishing sensation and the spike of pleasure-pain from the pulsating ball of flesh was unendurable, an exhausted hand reached up to stop him. “No more.”

Fingers caught, panting from exertion, he brought them up to his lips for a kiss. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

But that cock kept working at something deep within my core.

And I didn’t like it anymore. Because that voice—my whole life, I’d known hearing that voice meant one was in grave danger.

Suddenly petrified, I called to the red, hazy shadows. “Cyderial?”

Scooping my upper body off the floor, the general drew me to rest against his chest. My legs spread over his thighs, the knot of flesh holding us as one pressed deeper, leaving me hissing in discomfort when the balloon within me moved organs to make space.

Kneeling, he held me on his lap, gravity bearing my weight down against his invasion. The distorted bulge of my belly growing each time he pulsated inside me.

My body wanted the pleasure of a languid stupor, not the aching soreness of reality, but it wasn’t possible. Not when green eyes drank me down.

The terrible significance of the situation dawned.

There was no mistaking the feel of Cyderial’s cock wiggling within me. I remembered some of the things he said. Crazy things about submission and ownership, about fucking and how badly he’d always wanted me.

No! It could not be him! “What have you done?”

Bracing me with one arm, smoothing my hair back with the other, he was gentle, unashamed to speak such horror. “I opened you. I bonded you. And now I am breeding my mate.”

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“No!”

My limbs were limp, heels brushing the ground in my weak attempt to push off his lap. He let me try long enough for the harsh reality of his words to set in. Our bodies were locked together through the obscene swelling of his organ in my guts.

“And now I am breeding my mate.”

As if to punctuate his declaration, I felt him writhe within me.

Caught on his cock and held in his arms, General Cyderial murmured, “You have the most beautiful song, Lorieyn.”

I was so full I was going to burst. Breath labored from such pressure, I whined, “You’re hurting me.”

As if he knew just how to handle my disquiet, he reached between us and ran the pad of his thumb around the newly split scales stretched wide open by his cock.

Pleasure shot all the way down to my curling toes, a fresh climax of energy forcing me to flex every muscle. Stomach contracting, an internal vice griped about thatthinginside me, sucked it deeper as it rippled in my internal grip.

Bits of his guttural groans blended with my building cries, and I realized that he wasenjoyingwhat he could make my body do while I was trapped in a blinding climax. With nothing more than a careful sweep of his thumb, he set sensitive nerves sparking to life.

I’m not sure how long it went on, but my insides moved of their own accord, his writhing cock battering against them in some ancient dance beyond my comprehension.

It was shamefully obvious that despite my complete ignorance, my body knew exactly what this was. My mind, on the other hand, was in a state of fright.

To know such pleasure while high on true distress? One of my hearts was going to burst. Panic and pleasure wove together; the more I resisted, the stronger the rapture. Egged on by the man’s fluttering touch.

Male fingers knew where to tease to spark a deeper physical thrill. He targeted my slippery new seam. Placed light rolling pinches to my nipples and devoured my whimpers with ravenous kisses upon my ear and neck. Rocking our bodies at the perfect pace to keep me gasping and clenching.

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