Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
He lets go, so I rest my palms on his forearms, giving myself to him and the shadowild. The ecstasy of being filled is like a high, and I half expect to see things that don’t exist, but when I open my eyes, Kyran’s looking at me, huge and intimidating in this new form.
But not to me.
It’s others who need to fear him.
Thick strands of his black hair swarm around his head like snakes, and only his bone-pale face isn’t covered in shadows despite them pooling in his glossy eyes.
Kyran’s cock is big, but the beast he now has between his legs is stretching me to my limit. I crave to take it though, so I move against him, half-lucid with desire.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” I moan, as my own dick rubs against his velvety shadow-body. This is absolute insanity and I couldn’t feel more at home.
I drown in the way he grabs my thigh, my side, and fucks me with growing fervor. I love being spread open for him, a vessel for his love, and the person he wants to melt into. Every touch, every thrust, every kiss, promises me a forever and wordlessly calls me special. Someone who can’t be replaced by just another warm body.
My thoughts are in an endless whir, tugging me away from reality and into a space where time doesn’t exist, and where I can endlessly feel him fucking me, squeezing me, loving me.
Gravity once again twists the world around us, and I give a choked cry when I find myself folded under Kyran, his balls heavy against my entrance. I wiggle my toes in the air, trying to get a grasp on my new position.
He’s overwhelming, so fucking big some primal part of me drools in pure lust.
In this position, I can reach his face, so I arch up for a greedy kiss, legs wrapped around him, ass stretched around that thick, throbbing tool. Love and mushy feelings fall to the wayside when he speeds up his thrusts and all I can think of is the dirty, physical need to rut against him.
He rasps against my lips in that strange voice, and all I can do is moan as I wrap my arm around his shoulders. For a second I’m shocked that his hair parts like smoke, but I just go with it.
“It’s so big,” I whine. “Fuck me just like that.”
“Whatever you need, my darling,” he says while he keeps pumping, until my insides are soft and pliable. I feel so completely his. And while my life would have been different if he’d kept me at his side after we made our promise years ago, I wouldn't take back time because I want him the way he is, and my scars make me who I am. The man he desires.
“Mark me… complete me…” I babble, because his thrusts push at my prostate and I’m losing it. He’s both monstrous, and beautiful, and mine. I want a piece of him inside me to prove it.
Kyran’s black eyes settle on me, and he shows me a wicked grin with strangely sharp teeth. Before I know what’s happening, he slides out of my embrace with the ease of an eel. I moan in displeasure, but he grabs my arm and turns me around.
I land face first in a silky pillow, and this beast of an elf descends on me. I don’t even know what’s pulling my legs apart, but it’s probably shadows. He gets on top of me, panting like a hungry monster, and fills me to the hilt.
I yelp as the stretch makes me still, but my body yields with ease. He slides the massive, clawed hand to my neck and squeezes just enough to show me he could crush my throat but won’t.
“I’m yours. Always yours, only yours,” I whine to my beastly prince, overcome with lust and feelings more romantic than any I’ve ever experienced.
“Yesss…” Kyran hisses into my ear, pushing his cock in again and again, but then my eyes go wide.
Something is swelling inside me, and it presses against my prostate so intensely, all my defenses shatter.
I come so hard I seem to be losing my mind. Shameless moans and yelps escape my lips as I rock against him like an animal in heat.
“Wh-what is that?” I pant out, helpless under Kyran.
“My shadow can’t wait to be one with yours,” he murmurs, and while it’s not the answer to my question, I close my eyes and let myself feel as he presses down on my body, slamming in over and over.
The bed turns liquid under us, then into smoke that somehow carries our weight, and as I float, spent and utterly enthralled, Kyran hugs me to his chest and stops moving. I let out a broken sob as heat explodes inside me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, but my lover’s touch keeps me from writhing in panic. I trust Kyran. He would never put me in danger.