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“What are you plotting?” he inquires, his spiky eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
Instantly, my thoughts return to the cavern, where I was carried up to his nest, his claws driving into me furiously. I might not understand the breeding capabilities of his species, but I know that I want more.
I slowly and seductively shimmy out of my clothing, removing the elven dress he procured for me first, my bare ass immediately visible to him. His bright golden eyes survey me.
“What are you doing?” he asks again as I shake my rear at him.
I have gotten to watch the performances of many human women in the Dark Market, who had to think quickly to avoid being eaten or used for manual labor. When it comes to the art of seduction, I know how to get what I want.
He stares intensely into my eyes, as I remove my top, flinging it over my head as I shake and gyrate in place, exposing my bare breasts to him.
“Stop it,” he insists, clearly suppressing himself for fear of hurting me.
But I want him to hurt me. I want him to destroy and remake me, crafting me anew from the rubble.
I approach the clawfoot tub, swaying my hips with every footstep.
He struggles against himself, fighting the urge to bend me over and use me. As I dip myself into the well-heated tub, which our host has so generously prepared for us, I fall back against the tub’s edges, almost submerging my head in the water.
I can feel the dirt being lifted from my pores, the mud freed from my rough, hardened skin. Even in the Dark Market, the water they gave us was unclean and barely accomplished its purpose. Through the water, I am not only physically, but spiritually, cleansed.
I move my hand down to my needy clit and begin to massage it. I imagine that I’m back in the cave, and Zyranth’s spiky, sharp fingers are penetrating me, corrupting me with their invasion of my tunnel. My finger moves from the surface deep within.
I can hear myself moaning, and it’s so loud and out of control, even with my ears submerged and the noise echoing through the water, I worry about disturbing the other guests in the manor. The bright red ceiling encourages me to keep exploring my depths.
Then, on the edge of the tub, I see it, in all its magnificent, horrifying splendor. Zyranth’s member is sharp, spiky, and obsidian black, with multiple reddened bumps running along the contour of its impossible mass. Looking up, I can see where it must have been buried within him, waiting for the right stimulus to emerge.
I move my hand from my yearning pussy up to his throbbing, monstrous member and begin to caress it, outlining the protrusions in a curious, meandering manner as I run along its length with my palm. Its tremendous size does more than intimidate me – it horrifies me. But I feel like in my life, I have died and been reborn multiple times.
He hesitates as I run my hand along his length with more urgency, trying to gently avoid his spikes, then massage the orange, eye-like opening at his member’s end. It radiates a warmth that almost burns me to the touch. His growl echoes through the room, his head tilted back in a bliss that is almost human.
My hand transitions from exploring this new mass to stroking it, manipulating the sheath around his monstrous member upward and downward with a rhythm of urgency. His moans grow louder and more unrestrained, echoing through the room like a bestial chorus.
Then, reluctantly, I sit up in the tub, straightening my back. My head approaches this creature’s cock, taking in its unique smell before my mouth wraps around it, barely accommodating its orange, bulbous head.
His claws dig into my hair, and he thrusts forward over the edge of the tub. I force my mouth to stay open around him and struggle to breathe as his tremendous cock fills my mouth.
I look up at him, with him still inside me, and revel at the contorted, pleasured expression that now adorns his face.
22
ZYRANTH
Ariella presents herself to me, and it excites a deeper part of me I wish she wouldn’t engage, a part of me I don’t understand. It’s the same part of me that took over in the cavern and penetrated her, prodding her deep with my claws. I lost control of myself then.
She doesn’t see the danger of prancing before me, shaking her rump, and exciting me with her every seductive movement. The Ariella standing before me so shamelessly betrays the innocent, inexperienced woman I knew back in my cave.
With every removed layer of clothing, the dance continues and intensifies. She wields her body as a weapon, the only weapon truly capable of penetrating my armor.
“What are you doing?”
My tone is insistent because I don’t know how long I can hold back the monster within, already starving from lack of nourishment.
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she removes her final layer of clothing, unveiling her bare breasts to me. She walks suggestively into the other room, her breasts swaying in time, before dipping into the tub.
I can see the glance she beckons me with, and I want to join her.
There is a kind of glee to just giving in… I remember how free I felt back in the cave. It was so much more liberating than the endless hunger I regularly experience, and for a brief moment, my mind was freed from my stomach.
