Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Go slowly, pet,” he croons to the appendage, and gently opens my petals to it. “This one is pretty. Let’s not break it until we’re ready.”
I tremble in terrified anticipation as the head of the phallus stretches my opening.
“Tell me it’s too big, Cenere,” Luthian murmurs.
This requires no acting on my part. “It’s too big, Guardian!”
It moves slowly forward, but steadily, and at the first sign of resistance, I try to twist away. The vines hold me firm, and Luthian snaps his fingers. Another lashes across the burning skin of my backside, the thorns gouging my skin. I cry out pitifully, and the cock never stops advancing. The head forces into me, opens me painfully, pushes my untried channel so wide I think I’ll split in two.
“Beg me to stop. You have my permission, just this once,” he growls.
“Please!” I cry. “Please, take it out!”
And it’s barely inside.
“Tell me you’re afraid, Cenere.”
Another command that requires no pretending. I’m shaking, tears running down my face as the vine advances. “I’m afraid, Guardian!”
“Good. You’re meant to fear this,” he says with a note of satisfaction. “Fear is a torment of its own.”
I can barely hear him over the instinct roaring in my head, urging me to fight, to struggle, to free myself. The phallus is deep now, but there is so much more of it go, and it doesn’t seem intent on stopping.
“Sometimes, pain can be enjoyable because it’s expected,” Luthian goes on. “By the time I was finished paddling you, you craved the pain, did you not?”
“Yes, Guardian.” But my entire being is focused on escaping the vine between my legs, which feeds more and more of the terrible instrument into me. I want to scream for Luthian to stop, then remember my bargain once more, how I surrendered my will to him.
I think of Cadwyn Thrace’s wings ripped from his body, two trails of blood behind him as he crawls desperately across the floor like a half-squashed insect. I imagine the knife in my hand.
“I’m... I’m...” I gasp out, and I can’t help my movements then. My body is alight with pleasure, spasming all around the invading cock, legs flailing in my bonds. The vines allow this, moving languidly with each spasm and contraction my muscles, rocking me almost tenderly through my release.
Luthian laughs. “Tell me how afraid you are, now.”
“I’m not, Guardian.” I can barely catch my breath, and now the phallus is withdrawing, dragging those ridges over my inner flesh with agonizing slowness, awakening my body’s hunger once more.
My answer takes him aback. “You aren’t afraid?”
I shake my head. “I am not afraid, Guardian.”
I’m determined.
His gaze darkens. Saying nothing, he nods past me.
The pointed tip of the phallus behind me touches my greased ass. I clench, but the vines pry my cheeks apart again, and I can do nothing to escape the insistent pressure. Even with the unguent melting to oil on my flesh, the vine doesn’t penetrate me easily. What begins as a pinprick of pain becomes a splitting, tearing, burning thing.
Luthian watches the horrible thing penetrate me, cruel amusement twisting his features. “It’s barely inside of you. There’s so much more to go.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Are you afraid, now?” he asks.
“Yes, Guardian!” Perhaps, now that my fear is renewed, he’ll feel that he’s made his point.
“As I was saying, the anticipation of the pain, the fear of it, makes the pleasure sweeter. As pleasure can become pain, pain can become pleasure. Fear can be an aphrodisiac.” He points to the glass overhead. “Look up.”
The window transforms into a mirror. I see myself displayed lewdly, see the cocks between my legs. Two more vines unfurl beneath me and rise to curl around my breasts, wrapping and wrapping until they’re tight and flushing. Blood runs in thin streaks from every thorn embedded in my skin.
The image changes, showing me my own body from an angle I could never possibly view on my own; my cunt spread wide around the impossibly huge phallus, the terrible length barely inside my ass. The vampire cock hasn’t stopped moving, but the werewolf vine has, and despite the agony of its intrusion, the nodules tickling the inside of my cunt send spikes of pleasure above the pain.
“Anticipation intensifies every sensation,” Luthian goes on. “You know what this feels like—”
The cock in my ass gives a little wiggle, and I gasp.
“So, imagine how it will feel when, upon my command, it buries itself entirely, in one swift, brutal thrust.”
My skin goes cold all over. I can’t stop my limbs from trembling.
“You’re going to watch, of course,” He says. “If you close your eyes, if you look away, I’ll make sure you can see. You don’t want my pets to mark up your pretty face, do you?”
The thought of the deadly thorns anywhere near my eyes is enough to make me widen them and stare dutifully up at the image above me.