Page 20 of Shadowed Summer Sun
The Shadow slid out and found my ass, teasing the tight hole as the King,my King, continued to fuck me with his mouth. My screams were nearly ceaseless as he found endless ways to test my body and reward it in turn. He pulled back his mouth, and I noticed the gleaming boline in his hand.
“Your ruination is beautiful. I demand more, my Summer. I demand everything.” He gently glided the blade across my stomach, just shy of slicing me open. “You have always been mine. Say it.”
The vines holding my hair pulled harder, and the vine in my ass throbbed. “I have always been yours,” I cried.
“Yeesss.” The King’s voice hissed through his wolf skull.
Moving to the inside of my thigh, the tip of the crescent-shaped boline pricked through my skin. Blood welled to the surface, and the King lapped it up, moaning at the taste. In my mind, I heard him whisper.
“You taste of honey and death, the first beat of the moth’s wing and its last; the blooming petals of summer blossoms and the crunch of their decay.”
When I looked down at him, I could just make out the black crawling up my leg as it had my arms. My skin buzzed, the Darkness growing inside me, and I edged closer to another orgasm.
My King’s fangs replaced the boline as he drove them into me, piercing my flesh and swallowing down my blood. He flipped the knife around in his clawed grip, holding the blade tight and unharmed by the sharp curve.
“Break, Summer. Break for me.”
He slid the handle into my pussy, slick from want and his dark saliva, and the hard ridges rubbed against my tight walls.
Screaming into the woods, I came in great waves as my King drank my essence and used me for our dark ritual. He howled into the night, an inhuman sound, and my blood decorated his massive cougar teeth. I shuddered, a puddle held up by the intricate binding created by his endless vines. I healed in moments, and my King slid the boline handle from me, licking it clean.
His bone face changed as he growled, orbs disappearing as he savored my taste. It morphed into something closer to a man. His giant fangs remained, framed by black skin and lips, as did his massive antlers and glowing eyes. His shimmering, night-sky flesh reflected in another crack of lightning. Only then did I see the erection protruding from his hips. My heartbeat quickened, and fear danced up my spine.
“I don’t thin—“
The vine around my throat tightened, cutting off my words and tunneling my vision.
“You are mine. You will take everything I give you.” His fingers found my slit. “I said to break, Summer. You will fall apart around me. Your cunt will take everything I give, my depraved little witch.”
I was rocked past oblivion again, white flashes sparkling through the sky as I crashed against rocky shores that battered what once was. His long fingers sunk deep inside my wet core, thrusting and stroking places I’d never been touched before.
My King pulled back bloody fingers, having claimed my virtue, and I watched enraptured as he swirled his tongue over them. His human-like lips curled into a smile, and he gripped his cock, lining himself up between my bound legs.
Tears streamed down my face as I clenched around air. I wanted more, needed it. Then, as if my King wanted me to see, a lightning strike frozen in time hung in the air, illuminating his monstrous form.
Like a knot tied in a thick rope, a large swell ringed the base of his tremendous shaft. It circled his erection and was decorated with backward hooking barbs. Similar Shadow vines sprouted from the dripping opening in its head, twisting and twirling as he leaked black-purple precum. I should have blanched or screamed but only moaned, silently begging for it.
“The sanctity of your cunt belongs to me.”
My King drove his length inside me, and I did scream, shattering from the massive stretch. He pumped his cock back and forth, and I felt his vines circling within me and finding a sensitive knot of nerves that made more wetness flood my pussy, squirting around his shaft as he slid inside me up to the swell at his base.
Electricity sang through my veins as he fucked me mercilessly. Cum dripped down my leg as I orgasmed over and over, his smaller vines tormenting that sensitive bundle and my clit simultaneously. His grip on my hips was iron as he pistoned and found my breast with his lips and teeth. Biting down around my nipple, he pulled me into him and entwined his vines tighter and tighter around me.
The tendril in my ass was quickly replaced by the smooth bone of his dextrous tail, and he swirled it inside me in time with his furious pounding.
Stars bloomed behind my vision as my King cut off my air. My veins were fire, and my soul hung on the edge of obliteration. Kissing me and dripping my own blood into my mouth, his words echoed in my head again.
“Yeeesssss. I crave you. You are mine and mine alone.”My King fucked harder, grunting and howling with frenzied desire,“Take my seed, Summer. Become more than you are. My holy whore, my Queen.”
Another level of ecstatic pain and pleasure ripped through me as my King forced his thick knot inside me, locking us together even more. The barbs pricked my entrance as he thrust, a final momentous rock of his hips and a blossoming warmth inside me signaling his climax.
The world stilled. Nothing but my King and the Little Death screamed through my body.
His growl was everywhere, everything. “Mine.”
Our cries reached the World of Below as my King flooded my cunt with hot ropes of cum, more and more, until it slid down my leg, mingling with my own release. My mind spun and then silenced. A slicing tilt on its axis carried me away. Time clicked back into place on the other side of midnight.
Summer was dead.
