(Amaia)
(NSFW Content Ahead)
Did he just give a nickna of his own?
Stunned, I watch Alnitak’s transformation. The obsidian-like horns protrude from his head. A long, slimy, black tongue pokes out and licks my cheek, coating it with his saliva.
It tingles, it deliciously aches and it sends heat coursing through my whole body.
A shudder of excitent runs through seeing and learning about this part of him.
Tattoos cover his torso and arms, comprising distinctive shapes and characters.
"Black shine, are you ready?" He speaks in a gravelly and much deeper voice than his usual one.
He calls by that na again.
My hands reach out and cup his handso and yet transford face, which is equally haunting and beautiful in a soul-torturing way.
"You are breathtaking," I murmur, and he flashes a smile revealing his long, pointed teeth.
His scent is different from Alnitak’s, more proactive like an aphrodisiac, lulling into a drowsy state. I know he is not doing it on purpose, this is just who he is.
He eases into my touch, his hand lifts, and I see long fingernails. He places his index finger on the round neck of my shirt and slowly drags it down, effortlessly tearing it open.
"Riiiiiiip!" The ripping sound of the cloth echoes in my ears while he greedily watches . His finger moves effortlessly and yet at a slow pace. Throwing my shirt open, he exposes my breasts.
His lusty gaze is transfixing on them, his tongue swipes on his lips.
"So plump, ready to take.... I have waited my whole life for this," he muses in a dark twisted voice. It should make my knees shake, but instead, the heat seeps between my legs, making wet and needy.
His fingernails run against my necklace as he says, "pretty."
The pain in my thigh increases to a stabbing and intense burning but I don’t care. I need my mate, even if it’s for one night.
"Then take ..." His forked tongue slicks out at my needy words and gives my aching breasts a full lick, covering them with his saliva as if marking .
Sensations zing through like liquid heat and pain injects into my veins. The more he licks the more I burn like a wildfire across dry land. My back forms a crescent shape–my eyes close and a moan is wretched out of .
"Arrrhh!"
"So needy! I am going to have fun with you black beauty," he snickers. His dark eyes, like endless shadows, sparkle from the sputtering fla of the candlelight.
"Not too loud though. We don’t want to wake up your friend there," he seductively purrs and I gulp, trying to control my moans. I know Kacir has taken a sleeping potion and might not wake up the whole night but I still need to be careful.
He takes his ti slobbering my skin with his saliva, feeling every inch he can find until he reaches my trousers. The Incubus shifts his hands artistically and slowly takes them off, leaving only in my panties.
My right hand moves on its own and covers the curse mark. I know it’s because of the curse, I can’t expose it to my mates. No matter how I try to lift my hand, it won’t budge.
A long breath he inhales, his face inches from my intimacy.
"Slls delicious, Black Beauty."
The embarrassnt coats every hair on my body and yet I can’t help but watch this srising creature. He traces his pointer fingers at the sides of my panties before tearing them apart.
"Ah!"
He untangles the torn panties from my body and brings the lacy material closer to his nose inhaling deeply.
Raising my right leg, he holds it from the thigh and slowly licks.
My free hand clutch the blanket, as I watch him with droopy eyes, the stupid heart going faster than a cheetah.
"Precious!" He murmurs, making even more drowsy.
His eyes then travel between my legs. I am fully exposed to him. The long tongue slowly moves to my inner thighs, getting closer and closer to my heated core.
"Hawww!" My breaths co out ragged, as the sweat covers my forehead from the heat my body is producing.
He is about to eat up and I can’t wait.
Grabbing both my legs he adjusts underneath him, settling comfortably between them and then he lowers his head. His eyes focus on , dark and shining like obsidian, brimming with nothing but lust for .
His tongue flickers out, and he gives my nub a long, wet lick.
Sensation, overly mad and soul-wrenching sensations wreck in that mont.
I burn and ache, sizzle and smoulder from his re tongue and he has not even entered .
My other hand reach out and I grab his horn. The devilish smile coats his ruby-shaded upturned lips.
By the goddess, he is the most handso devil, and he is mine.
"I am going to take you, taste you and wreck you, Black pearl," he smokily growls and grabs both my thighs, opening them wider.
His fingernails dig into my flesh but I don’t care. All I want for him is to enter and just put an end to so of my misery.
I know it’s going to hurt like hell, for every contact with my mates is like torture for because of the curse, but the pleasure it brings is so worth it.
His lips mould with my lower ones and he takes in a deep inhale as if sucking the life out of .
"Fuck!" The pulsating sting shoots through like a jet of hot water.
My body turns into a one ssy puddle, I seem to have liquified as his tongue slowly but purposely makes its way inside my greedy canal.
The burning, the euphoria, the exhilaration, everything concocted into a cocktail, and I guess I beca his favourite drink for his own back arched and then sothing shot out of it like the unfurling of black satin.
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