Page 3 of Shannon in Sombra
I’m not the only one, either. Kennedy thinks I’m crazy for it, but I’ve caught a couple of demon mated pairs doing the deed in the lava pools, too. I always lead Mal further away for one of our own, but tonight?
Maybe the gods are on my side for once because we’re all alone.
Like I said, I have all of my clothes with me in our place. I’d prefer to keep them in one piece as long as I can. That means that undressing and leaving them on the edge of the lava pool is a no-go. I can’t risk them somehow getting splashed and ending up incinerated. Or if they accidentally get knocked further into the ash fields and a piece of the volcanic underground incinerates them that way. Nope. It’s better to be completely naked and tucked inside of Mal’s shadows.
And that doesn’t have anything to do with how easy it is to initiate mating with him when he’s conveniently bare under his shadows, why would you ask?
I trust Malphas implicitly. If I didn’t, I would never willingly walk into a pool of freakinglava. He has to keep control of his shadows, but he explained to me once that it was like breathing for a human. He doesn’t have to think about how to do it. He justdoesit.
Because Malphas? Like all Sombra demons, heisshadow.
Sombra demons don’t have just two forms, either. They havethree. Their solid form, when they turn to inky black shadows, and their mist. What Mal is doing now is keeping his body as his shadows while casting a net with his mist, tucking me inside of it. That’s how he can hide me, just like he did the first time I saw Glaine threaten him with the golden chains and a stint in Duke Haures’s dungeon.
All I feel is Malphas. All I know is my mate. As he holds my hand, guiding me into the lava pool before jumping in after me, there is a sensation of warm water up against my body without any part of me becoming wet.
Well, no. That’s a lie. There’sdefinitelya part of me that’s wet right now.
Turning into Mal, I grip as much of his sides as I can. I only come up to his sternum when we’re standing in front of each other, but that’s okay. I’m in the perfect position to scrape my teeth over the firstSin the tattoo of my name on his chest. As he shudders, I grin, then do it to theH. I keep going until the lastNis a memory, my attention focused on swirling my tongue around his hardened nipple.
When he’s in his shadows, that doesn’t mean that’s all he is. Unless he fades completely to mist or commands his body to turn to pure shadow, there’s still a solid body under there somewhere. It’s more like his whole form is black, but about two inches of the edge is transparent. I could push my finger through it before finding something hard beneath it.
Right now, my questing fingers find his cock.
The first time we mated, I was a little worried about his size. I was no virgin—even if Malphaswas—but all it took was my determined mate turning his entire dick to shadow to make sure that he could fit that monster cock inside of me.
It worked, but that’s not all that happened. We both discovered that he’s even more sensitive when he slips from his solid form to his shadows. Not only that, but his pleasure increases mine exponentially. I climaxed almost immediately because I hadn’t expected it to feel that amazing.
Since then, we’ve fucked countless times. I’m confident I can take him in any form, though I’d be lying if I said that—as an admittedly selfish lover sometimes—I don’t immediately go off like a rocket when Mal gives me that shadow dick.
As I tease him with my mouth on his skin, I rub my thighs together to fight back my own arousal. I don’t know why I even bothered to try. He might have been an innocent virgin when I first got my hands on him, but Mal is a seasoned lover now.
His thick fingers slip between our bodies. Like usual, his claws are completely turned to shadow. He’ll never risk cutting me with their sharp points, though the sensation as he prods between my folds has me gritting my teeth in an attempt to keep from shouting out in need.
By the end of tonight, he’ll have me howling. No doubt about that. But since he once had to explain to one of the clan hunters that the shriek he heard wasn’t a predator with its kill, I’d rather wait to see if we can hold off on getting interrupted untilafterI come.
I’ve been dying for my mate since before the gold moon. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, doing a little foreplay when I got plenty of that last night. I want to be full of him. Stretched to the brink with his cock. I want to ride?—
“Oh.” My eyes flutter closed. “Yeah… okay. So maybe this was a good idea after all.”
“Mm. Did you say something, my mate?”
I lick my bottom lip as Malphas slowly works a second finger inside of me to join the first. The best part is that, on an oversized shadow demon, one finger is almost as big as a human cock. Two? I’m getting that delicious stretch I wanted, and Iloveit.
The lava pool is only about four feet deep. It hits Mal around his middle, while I would be covered past my tits if it wasn’t for his shadows. Still, I’m able to rise up on my tiptoes easily so that I can guide his fingers, making him fuck me with them as I sink back down.
I hiss.
He sucks in a breath. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when we’re mating?”
Every damn time, but I never get sick of hearing it. “Thanks, babe.”
He thrusts his fingers, going a little deeper. I clutch his arm, digging my nails past his shadows as his claws touch that spot inside of me that has me squealing.
“Beautiful,” he rasps, repeating himself. “But you’re even prettier when you come for me.”
God, I love it when my sweet, formerly innocent mate talks dirty to me. It just means I taught him well, and since he could easily do just that if he keeps pumping his fingers like that, I know that I did. He’s had years to perfect his technique, and forever to remind me why I decided to mate my monster in the first place.
I could easily give in. I could just let him touch me like this, knowing that he’ll wait forever to find his own pleasure. To Mal, I always come first—and that includes actuallycoming.
