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Chapter 9
The town has a twisted, uneven appearance of something built upon generations of structures, making the buildings appear gnarled and ancient while still containing a powerful vitality. There are gourds everywhere—some of them appeared similar to pumpkins but others were of kinds that I was not familiar with, and some looked like large carved out turnips hanging from poles, their haunting stares and gaping mouths lighting the way along the narrow, twisting streets.
The sound of rattling draws my attention and I see several animated skeletons moving around. Unlike the procession of the dead, the skeletons have seemingly risen from the grave with a mind for dancing. They don’t speak from what I see as we pass—not to each other or anyone else, but they perform with instruments of string, bone, and wood as their skeletal smiles greet every passerby that they tip their heads to. As for their heads, they are crowned with flowers, long veils, or the most artistically flourished top hats that I know more than one person back home would be envious of.
Before long, we leave them behind as we approach the large bonfire in the center of the town square. Iyano says nothing but Varkoth halts at his silent command at the edge of a large outdoor banquet. Among the milling dead there are tables laden with flowers and numerous platters of dark globs of steaming food that the dead linger around while others off to one further side have demons clustered around them, pouring drinks and eating of heaping platters of far more recognizable food set before them. Some sit along the banquet tables while others take their food, consuming it as the converse and wandering around the square, or find a place to sit on various long slaps set around the perimeter of the square. Regardless of their decision there is a liveliness to it all amid the specters of death that speaks to me.
Taking my hand in his, Iyano leads me toward a banquet table on a raised platform a short distance from the others. Eyes turn toward us and widen before pleased smiles grace many of those same faces as they nod in greeting before turning back to their celebration. It means more than anything to me that I’m not being stared at as I climb up toward the table. Although all of the demons gathered in the town are dressed in festive attire, here there are other demons seated dressed in finery similar to that worn by Iyano. They break from the conversations to smile and nod as I’m led to one of the two empty seats reserved in the middle.
Drink flows and conversation becomes brighter and filled with laughter. The couples on either side of us are becoming more frisky and far bolder in their play as the banquet progresses, and yet I still strangely find nothing unusual in this. It makes a strange sort of sense with what Iyano had said—the sharing of pleasure and joy feeding the spirits of the dead in addition to their offered fare. Even so, I can’t help but watch, enjoying the voyeuristic element as much as their eyes turn toward me and Iyano, taking pleasure in watching us in turn. I’m also pretty sure that the couple to my left is about ready to start fucking, too. The female is in the male’s lap completely, her dress spread out over them both as his hands fumble beneath it. He must be as talented as Iyano because it only takes him a moment to make her shiver. Her eyes turn toward me and smiles as she writhes on his lap, her pink, painted lips parting as she quietly pants and gasps out soft moans.
I know that this is where we are also heading. The banquet is only one half of the feast. The knowledge is rooted deep within me as the anticipation I felt earlier slowly grows. It teases me as Iyano and I share drinks from the same goblet, the same rich drink that he had given me earlier flowing between our lips. Among those sips, I’m fed little bits of food and my demon’s red gaze seldom leaves me as he lifts morsel after morsel for me to taste. It sends a languid heat through me, seducing me even as I begin to feed him little bits of food in turn when I see that he has no intention of feeding himself. I never imagined myself being impatient for silly little love-games like this but every brush of his lips and tongue across my fingers and the gentle scrape of his sharp fangs sends a tremor of lust through me. I know that he’s equally affected and is taking considerable pleasure in feeding me because his eyes are glowing a deeper shade of red that makes my desire quicken and grow within me. Every bite we share is a game of desire igniting and burning within both of us.
I’m uncertain if it’s intentional or not when an offering of food brushes the corner of my mouth leaving a decadent smear as I swallow the rich confectionery. Had he simply picked up too much between his fingers or had he truly desired to paint me with food for an entirely different game? And does it matter? When I hear Iyano’s lustful groan, I decide that I couldn’t care less. The world seems to pause, and my breathing slows as I watch him hungrily. His mouth descends, his lips brushing first my cheek and then the touch of his tongue brushes against the mess, tasting it before lapping at it more eagerly. My belly tightens at the stroke of his tongue as it drags across the corner of my mouth and flicks teasingly at my bottom lip. His teeth gently nip, and I gasp, giving him the requested entry.
The slide of his tongue in my mouth tastes sweet and spicy. For all that his breath contains a hint of cinnamon, beneath it is candied ginger followed by an underlying warmth that makes my toes curl. I’m greedy for this taste and I drink him in, savoring every brush of his tongue against mine, sending another burst of flavor into my mouth. I feel like I’m being marked in some way with his kiss because suddenly all I can taste is him and I’ve lost all desire for the food set out before me.
A deep growl vibrates between us, and he tugs me into his lap, pulling me over him, giving me power over him as I break the kiss and rise up to stare down as his darkened lips. His tongue slides over them as he returns my regard.
“Take what you need. You are a queen in the night and among the dead and I submit before you. Take what you need and what you desire to return my life and heart to me again.”
His words stir and awaken something within me. It yawns and stretches, filling every little empty space within me with clarity and understanding. Yes. This moment is mine! The females at either side of me are lost to their passion, their moans rising up but when I glance toward each of them, their eyes slit open, and they grin wildly at me—bidding to embrace my power, to join them in ecstasy. I can feel my own smile pulling at my lips as I look down at my male—my husband. He is waiting for me to claim him and ride him, to draw his essence into me and return it back to him.
And I will...but first....
With one hand, I push the platter out from behind me, clearing the space. Demons lurking nearby get the message and work quickly to clear the rest of the table behind me as I lift up from Iyano’s lap, ignoring his vicious snarls of protest, to seat myself on the table, my legs spreading out before him. I draw my skirt up around my hips, exposing my soaked panties to him. He leans in just a little as he straightens in his chair, his eyes widening with lust and surprise and it’s just enough for me to grab ahold of one of his horns and draw him toward me. It takes very little convincing once he sees my intention. He lets loose a growl as he eagerly dives forward sending a thrill through me, one that is quickly eclipsed by the surge of excitement as his sharp teeth tear through the thin material so that his tongue can delve fully into my sex.
There is no gentle lap or teasing flick. His tongue plunges into me as if he intends to consume me and I lift my hips in encouragement as I let out a moan. His tongue is just as long and thick as I remember. That I’m uncertain if I’m remembering from my dream or if it is another memory doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way it pierces me, stroking into me as if trying to lick out every drop of cream, and the way his thumb circles and rubs on my clit to encourage my sex to weep more for him. His hungry little growls and the loud, wet sounds of his mouth on me are obscenely loud and I love every moment of it. I love that it has also attracted the attention of the other couples at the table. Their glowing eyes watch, her teeth bared as they pant. The male to my left holds his female’s tail firmly in one hand, lifting it up so that her dress falls completely forward, exposing her ass and the slide of his cock into her pussy. But that is not all that’s getting filled. His tail pumps into her ass as she rocks upon it and his cock, taking them into her, a blissful smile on her face as her hand curls in a choking grip around his neck, her claws leaving tiny trails of blood.
I shiver at the sight, wanting it for my own, but my grin is ecstatic as I rock my hips, taking more of Iyano’s tongue into me. I hold tight to his horns as I ride his mouth, every little jarring pant coming from me as my ecstasy rapidly climbs. My hips come up off the table as my climax snaps through me, rushing like a vortex spinning wildly out from its apex. I’m trembling from the force of it, but something within me is yawning with a fathomless hunger and I bare my teeth as I surge upward, catching my husband by surprise. His growl of pleasure fills my ears and his eyes blaze with lust and heat as we drop together back into the chair.
His breeches are already undone, the codpiece pulled away revealing the dark, pulsing, purple length of his sex. It immediately becomes clear to me that he was pleasuring himself while he devoured me. A quick glance to the ground confirms as much as I find the pearly spurt of cum between his feet. My lips tip and I meet his eyes.
“Naughty,” I whisper. “I didn’t say that you could cum.”
His lips curl in a mischievous, unrepentant smirk. “Just a little. I have far more waiting to be given to you.”
Planting my knees firmly on the wide chair at either side of him, I lower myself so that the lips of my pussy graze his cock as I give him a challenging smile.
“Do you really?”
He sucks in a breath, and it hisses from him as he nods. His purr is growing growly but I’m not afraid of my Iyano. He is a kitten beneath my hand. Angling my body back, I take a good, long look at his cock. The head of it is bulbous, far more than that of a human with pronounced edges and raised tip. Beneath the head it tapers in the tiniest bit before bulging out around the middle. Rounding, broad ridges run up the thickest part of its length. I know I’ve explored these with my tongue many times and I’m tempted to do so now except that I need him within me.
I can feel his claws prickling at my hips, demonstrating his own need though he is clearly holding back for the sake of the fragile human body. The energy is rising higher around us, making my skin prickle with awareness as sounds of lust and pleasure break through the square. A shimmer trail leads out from the square as the luminous forms of the dead gradually begin to depart to continue on their way. We are invisible to their sightless state but those that have satiated themselves are leaving while others flood in, bringing with them the frenzy of the skeletal dances. My gaze pans over all of this as I grip my husband’s cock in my hand and slowly sink onto him. The flare bulb of the head stretches me wonderfully, sending a tremor of a small climax rushing through my body as it pushes it way slowly past my G-spot.
Upon bottoming out, my eyes meet his and bite back a grin at the faint smile on his lips as his eyes glow with his pleasure. I can see a hit of fang from between his parted lips and it gives a sweetness to his features that are adorable. I rock against him, and he gasps, his hands tightening on me as he jerks upward, his eyes blazing with his hunger. He would have taken control immediately, driven beyond rationality by his instinct, except that my hand had already closed around his neck, my nails digging in just enough to bring him back to himself. He shudders beneath me, his hips jumping as he grunts, and his cock jerks inside of me, delivering a hot stream of seed.
His purr vibrates against my hand, and I smile as I lean down to brush my lips against his.
“Good boy,” I murmur against his mouth and giggle when he shows the daring to slap his hand against my ass despite my hold on him. Of course, knowing him he would have attempted it even if I possessed the claws the other ladies have.
“I can be very good,” he rasps, and something twines against my leg and curls against my sex before finding my clit.
Unlike the dream, I know what it is now. His tail slithers over my sex as I rock against him, striking and flicking my clit. My channel spasms as my climax washes through me, making me grind down on him, taking him as deep as I can. I groan in frustration and learn forward, pressing the weight of my elbows into his chest as I pump my hips and faster, sink down on him as hard as I can at this angle, sending tiny bursts shooting from where the thick head brushes at the pleasure spot deep within me. It’s still not enough and I hiss between my teeth. The small climax barely took some of the pressure off. I can feel the true orgasm building, coiling within my core.
