Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

I hit something hard with a scream, the impact jarring me and cutting off the noise as the air is forced from my lungs. Magic fills me, and I fling it at the creature as it lands in front of me. The portal it conjured on the ceiling is closing. I get up as it's flung away and leap at the portal, trying to get back through. If I didn't call it, then I can't reopen it, so I need this one.

I'm hit by something huge and hard—the creature.

It tackles me, making me cry out as I hit the rocky ground again. I feel the stones cut through my dress and into my skin as it pins me, and I'm left to watch the portal seal, my escape taken away.

I'm trapped with the creature that stole me far too easily.

Its eyes glow red, and the beast is so big it takes up the entire space above me as I lie here, pretending to be weak all while I conjure a spell.

"Please don't eat me," I cry, shielding my face with my hands.

"Eat you?" the dark voice replies, wrapping around me and tightening like a net as clawed hands grip my thighs. "I think I will."

I scream as I'm forced under the creature, and I fling the spell. He roars as the spell hits him, and with wide eyes, I watch as the magic absorbs into his skin without even a scratch.

It absorbed my magic.

It shouldn't be able to do that. Only I can absorb my own spells. That one should have knocked it out for hours. "How?" I whisper.

"I am part of you." It sniffs me. "You smell like mine."

"No, bad creature." I smack his head as he sniffs my crotch. I squeak when he snarls but then smack him when he tries to bury his head in my crotch again. "No," I say, pointing in his face. It's probably a dumb choice, but I'm not left with many options. "What do you mean you are part of me?"

Honestly, he hasn't eaten me yet, and I can only be terrified for so long. Don't get me wrong, I'm still scared, but I'm growing braver. Also, I don't know when I stopped thinking of this creature as an it and turned it into a he, but the appendage pressing against my leg definitely indicates it's a he and very happy to be where he is.

Great, a pervy creature. I really do have problems. My sexual kinks even made a creature of evil hot for me to fuck. My demon was right.

He watches me, and if I overlook his menacing, terrifying appearance, he's almost . . . good-looking in a monstrous way, not to mention huge.

"Why are you important to me?" he asks, his head cocked. "Why do I feel you at all times? Why can I sense you? Why do I ache without you?"

My eyes widen as he speaks. "Erm, yeah, I made a bad spell. I can fix it and put you back?—"

"Why would I want to go back?" he murmurs, lying on me and sliding down my body as my eyes blow wide. "No, I don't want to go back. I want you. I need you. You're mine."

"I think my demon and god would have something to say—hey!" I yell, kicking at him as he rips my dress off me. My stomach churns in panic, but he captures my leg and pins it to the ground. His glowing red eyes land on my pussy, which is barely covered by a scrap of lace.

"Don't you even dare!" I squeak.

He tears off my underwear just as easily, and he sniffs them before stuffing them into his mouth. I watch in silent horror as he eats them .

"Did you just eat my underwear?" I snap. "They were expensive?—"

"They tasted like you," he murmurs, sniffing the air. "Something smells delicious."

"No, bad. Don't." I try really hard to stop my moan, but he lowers his head and licks along my cunt. His tongue is rough and has some sort of spikes along it that almost hurt, even as they feel good.

No. Shit. What the fuck is happening?

"Please." I try to kick him again, to close my legs, anything, but he's too big and strong. He flattens himself against me, inhaling between my thighs as my cheeks heat in mortification and, to my shame, desire.

I really am fucked up.

"It's here. This smells delicious. Is this why you offered to let me eat you?" he murmurs, and without waiting for my response, he slides his tongue across my cunt and stops at my hole. "What is this?" His clumsy innocence shouldn't be hot. I should be horrified.

I freeze, words stuttering out. "My vagina," I whisper.

"Vagina." He tests the word. "What is it for?"

"Erm, so . . . Okay," I stammer as he watches me, waiting. "You know what? Nope, not having this conversation. Get off me." I try to shove him again, but he slaps my hand away. I throw my magic at him, but it just absorbs into his skin. I'm as weak and useless as a human, and I'm at his mercy. He seems to like that, exposing his teeth in a smile as his tongue slides inside me, exploring.

My back bows as he shoves it so deep inside me, I feel it hit my womb. My scream rips through the air, and I'm ashamed that it's one of pleasure, not pain. His tongue is so thick, it's like a cock, the spikes pressing against my walls like a massager.

How the fuck did I go from being kidnapped to being tongue fucked by a creature born just a week ago?

"Stop," I demand. "Stop it." I try making my voice harder, but he ignores me completely as he pulls his tongue out and swallows.

"Tastes delicious." He drops between my thighs, the sudden weight making me grunt, and then thrusts his tongue back inside me .

Whimpering, I try to fight the desire working through me from his touch, tinged with horror, but I can't as he tastes every inch of my channel and then slides his tongue out and lower. I don't even scream as he thrusts it into my ass. The sharp pain makes me black out for a moment.

When I come around, his tongue is back in my cunt, uncaring that I was unresponsive. I really do try to fight, but when his tongue glides over my clit, desire spasms through me. My walls clench as I come embarrassingly hard.

He stills, moving lower a second later as he licks at my cream sliding from my passage. "What is this?"

"Release," I say, shame filling my voice. "You made me come."

"Do it again," he orders. "I want more." He licks at every drop of my cum.

"I can't, please." I writhe, hitting the stone below me.

"Again!" he roars, lashing my clit with his tongue like he did when I came. It hurts, but he doesn't care. His tongue scrapes over my clit until I come, screaming once more. I yell from the force, and he groans, licking at my cunt with a happy sound as I collapse. I'm exhausted and so ashamed, tears leak from my eyes.

Humming, the creature lifts his head, watching me with glowing eyes, and then he moves up. "Do they taste as delicious? So many of your holes leak." His tongue darts out, tracing my cheek and tears. "Different." He frowns.

I nod, watching him. My eyes narrow when I feel his cock press against me. God knows what the thing would be like, but luckily, he's happy licking my cheeks, forcing the tears back as I smile. When he moves again, he rubs against me.

"Need more," he murmurs. "Hungry. I need something."

It's so innocent, such a naive way to explain desire, but that's what it is. He needs to come.

"If you let me up, I can help," I cajole.

He frowns, pinning me harder as he rubs against my pussy with something foreign, something I don't think I would survive. "Let me help?" I ask softly .

"Hungry," he whines.

I nod. "I can help with that."

Slowly, he sits up and back, letting me scramble to my knees, and my eyes land on the cock protruding from his body. That motherfucker would kill me, so then why does my channel clench in want?

He's easily the size of my arm and completely a monster. His length is the same colour as his skin, but a brighter purple at the tip that seems to open wide like a flower, moving and seeking. The base of his cock is surrounded by tendrils, like that of an octopus, with suckers waving in the air.

Swallowing hard, I slide closer on my knees and glance up at him, but his head simply tilts as he watches me. I stop when I'm close enough to reach out, my hand hovering over his cock. It seems to seek my heat, writhing and growing as it reaches for me. The tendrils wrap around my wrist, dragging me closer as its suckers taste my skin, and he groans, the flower head of his cock pressing to my palm. Black oil, like precum, smears across my hand, and it seems to absorb into my skin. It tastes like magic and pleasure, darkness and evil.

"Hungry," he growls, and his hips move innocently.

"I know, I'll help," I coo, trying to keep him calm so he doesn't just ram it into me and kill me. Keeping my eyes on his foreign length, I wrap my hand around it and squeeze.

He roars, his back bowing, so I tighten my grip and slide my hand up and down with hard squeezes. Those suckers pluck at my skin, and more of that black oil spills from his head. I rub at the flowerlike tip, and he roars, spilling more from the head. Lifting my hand, I taste the darkness, and my cunt clenches in ecstasy as the flavour fills my mouth.

"It's okay, this will help," I promise, panting now as I jerk his cock harder, watching that darkness spill over my hand and arm like a continual release. The suckers grip my skin, and I can't help but wonder what they would feel like on my cunt. My hips rock despite my horror, my desire winning as I stroke him.

Touching him makes me wet, and I am needy despite the fact I just came twice. I shouldn't want him or be wondering what he would feel like inside me, but I am.

His arms wrap around me, dragging me closer, his hips thrusting his length into my hand as he lifts me into the air like I weigh nothing to get me closer. He licks my face as he snarls and groans.

Shadows dance across my skin, conjured by him, his magic tasting my flesh until I'm whimpering and my cream slides across my thighs as I work him, but if anything, he only grows harder, like steel in my hand.

It's not working.

"Hungry," he hisses. "Hungry."

"I know." I meet his gaze, my cunt clenching at the look in his eyes. "I can help, but you have to go slowly, okay? Let me lead."

He nods, either unbothered or not understanding.

His naive innocence has a weird effect on me. I let him lift me higher, and I grip his cock harder. I line him up with my entrance as he watches me with confusion. I told myself I wouldn't, but I need to come. I need to feel him. All my shame is gone, replaced by desire.

I can tell myself it's for him, but I'd be a liar.

I want to feel that inside me.

Maybe if I fuck this creature, he won't kill me. It's my excuse, even as my cream slides down my thighs. Pressing my entrance against his tip, I dig my nails into his arms and hold on as he watches me.

"This is called sex. It's what my cunt is for. This will make it better, and it will make you feel good," I mumble.

"You too?" he asks.

"Me too, if you let me set the pace," I warn as I slip him inside me. My eyes roll back at that first inch. Something wet suddenly squirts into me, and I pull back to see black, inky cum slipping from his cock and my channel. Despite it, he remains hard, but it helps slick the way, and I moan, sliding farther onto his waiting cock.

He's so big it hurts, and with a roar, he grips me and slams me down onto his length, forcing me to take all of him. I gurgle and choke, agony tearing through me as I scream and try to pull away. The flower head seems to grow inside me, expanding to the point of pure pain, and I scream and batter at him.

"No, no, no!" I shout.

He holds me there, forcing himself deeper, and those tentacles writhe across my cunt, stroking me. One finds my clit, and the suckers attach to it like a greedy mouth, applying constant pressure, as another slides down and sucks my asshole.

I go from begging to be released to begging for more within seconds.

The tendrils make my eyes roll back into my head, and before I realise it, I'm lifting myself up and ramming back down. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good I can't stop. I need it badly. The suckers drive me higher towards pleasure, and that inky cum I feel spilling in me constantly feels like magic, making me even more wild until I'm riding the monster desperately.

"Yes," he hisses. "Need this, feels good. Wet, so wet, delicious." His words are raw and hungry, and his fangs sink into my shoulder, pinning me as he hammers into me.

It sends me over the edge, and I scream my release loudly as I come so hard I black out.

When I come to, I'm limp in his arms. His fangs are gone from my shoulder, but his cock still rams into me, making me whimper.

He lays me on the rocky ground, slamming his claws into it on either side of me to keep us still as he hammers into me as I remain limp, unable to move. Agony and pleasure race through me until I cry out again.

The tendril sucking at my ass worms its way inside me, slithering deep, and my back arches. The stretch of the tendril and his cock are too much.

"Please, stop, stop!" I scream, but despite my words, I push down to take him deeper as the sucker at my clit massages my bundle of nerves, making constant waves of pleasure course through me until my words no longer make sense.

Snarling, he pins me to the rock and slams into me. Agony mixes with such pleasure, I scream raggedly, yet I want more .

He roars, and I feel that flower spurt deep inside me, coating my walls and leaving me writhing as I come again. Pulling from my aching cunt, he flips me and yanks my ass into the air. My scream rips through time and space as he rams his cock deep into my ass along with his tentacle.

I feel myself rip, and the pain makes tears flow down my face as I scream and fight, but just as quickly, his cum fills my ass and seems to heal me, magic sealing me back together around him as he hisses and snarls.

He fucks my ass so hard, I feel sick, and yet I push back, and when one of those tentacles slides deep inside my pussy, I cry out, "More! More!"

A second and then a third pushes inside my cunt, stroking my walls as he fucks my ass.

"Hungry, hungry, need you," he roars. "Mine, mine, you're mine."

"Oh gods, please!" I beg, unable to take any more, but he forces himself so deep inside me, I know I'm rearranged around him, and when he roars, that flower squirting deep in my ass, I come. I bear down on his cock and tentacles, squirting around them before collapsing.

I kick at him, and he pulls from my ass. I slump into the rock, coated in sweat, blood, and cum. My heart is hammering so hard, I'm surprised it hasn't exploded.

"Hungry," he growls, his tongue darting out to taste the sweat on my spine.

"No more or you'll kill me," I rasp.

He sighs and tugs me back into his arms, stroking my body. The magic in his skin seems to soak in my pain and heal me.

"I will wait for you to be hungry again." His hand slides down, covering my messy cunt.

Holy fuck, he's going to kill me with sex.

This is definitely not how I thought this would go.