Page 82 of Bewitching Her Monsters
I’m a pioneer.
A trailblazer.
Taking a shadowcock for the team.
Osen drags his shadowhand from my neck and over my breast. He squeezes and pinches my nipple.
“Oh shit,” I gasp. I didn’t expect the shadows to be so dexterous.
“That’s just the beginning, little witch.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Open up to me. Give me all that lust, the desire, and the emotions behind your need.”
“That will help you?”
“You actuallywantto help me, don’t you?” he asks with awe.
Two shadow tendrils move up from both ankles, slowly climbing up my legs. Again, I try to budge but can’t squirm.
“What do you like, little witch?” he murmurs. Now his shadowbody moves around the bed until he crawls up, kneeling between my spread legs. I feel his attention on my wet, exposed pussy. “You want me to fuck this pretty cunt?” The tendrils slide up to pull my labia open, further exposing me to him.
“Oh, god,” I blush.
“I’ll be your god,” he chuckles. “But you should thank the Goddess for my gifts.”
The tendrils continue their explorations up my body to my breasts, wrapping around and around each one, covering them completely, and acting as a living bra. He squeezes like he’s milking them, and my arousal jumps to another level.
His hand replaces the tendrils at my entrance, sliding through my wet folds, working me higher with his attention. His thumb finds my clit and gently strums it with the rhythm he’s now setting with the rest of his shadowy appendages.
“Has anyone fucked your ass?” he asks.
“Once. But he didn’t know what he was doing.”
“Well, I do. And if the guys claim you, you will know the feeling of amazing anal sex in the physical world.”
“Are you going to do that with me now?”
“Let’s work up to that, little witch.” I notice the hate is dissolving around that nickname and becoming a phrase of endearment.
I breathe out, “Okay.”
“Do you enjoy sucking on cock?” he asks. “You like a long, thick dick fucking your throat? Swallowing down a male’s cum?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I’m going to take every hole during our sessions.”
“Sessions… with an S?”
“Oh, yes, my troublemaker.” He leans forward, his phantom tongue slipping over my center.
I cry out because it feels so damned good.
“Feel free to come as many times as you wish,” he says off-handedly. This guy is confident. I’ll give him that. But I suppose his power centers on sex, so he should be.
I laugh. “Guys rarely make me come, and if they do, it’s once. Tops.”
“But when you are alone? With your toys? And you don’t have bumbling fools in your bed?”
“Well, yeah. But that’s different,” I argue.
