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“Come along, little wife,” I purred, wrapping my claws around her slim arm and guiding her towards the aisle. “You smell like a meal, and it’s time for the feast.”
Seriously, I was one muttered complaint about how slow my human legs moved away from whispering, ‘sorry, Monster Daddy,’ and dropping to my knees to ask for forgiveness.
I was getting a close up look at a Shade’s face for the first time, and me likey.
Could Allerick make those shadows pin me down on the bed? Could he make them into shadow ropes and tie me up? Did the shadow clothing act as a physical barrier, or could I just reach right through it?
If my new husband didn’t get this wedding consummation on the road soon, I was going to hike up this absurdly tight dress and do it myself, right in front of all his subjects.
The bigger the horns, the bigger the dick?
“My younger brother and heir, Prince Damen,” Allerick drawled, lazily gesturing at the one with the purple eyes and the crown.
Whenever I saw pointed teeth, I imagined them pressing against the delicate skin of my neck, pinning me in place while my monstrous lover fucked me ruthlessly into the mattress. Or the ground. Or the wall. Basically anywhere he could have me. “Ah, that’s more like it,” Allerick sighed, inhaling deeply.
“Everyone in this room finds you plenty pleasing for that, Queen Ophelia. You smell like a Shade’s wet dream.”
“That’s my wife you’re talking about. Only I can tell her about how every Shade in this room wants to get their hands on her,” he growled, leaning right into my personal space so I felt his hot breath on my neck. “Those pretty trembles belong to me.”
Everyone was weirdly casual about smelling how wet I was.
Not that I cared, it just seemed… polite. Fuck, did I care enough to be polite?
She tipped her head back, offering me her throat, and my cock swelled almost painfully at the sight. What a strangely confident little thing she was.
magnanimous
Allerick was all my filthiest monster fantasies come to life, and there was something quite safe about lusting after him.
The second I was feeling even a little achy between the thighs, he’d back off, looking at me like he wasn’t sure what to do with me. I have some suggestions! Ask me!
“You look…” Allerick swallowed thickly. “Shall we go?” I asked, already turning towards the hallway. If he finished that sentence, my stupid pheromones would be all ‘ooh yes, sexy monster husband! Tell me more about how attractive you find me! Let me do the scent dance of my people!’
“I don’t think the Hunters sent their most accomplished assassin into the shadows to lie in wait for her moment to strike. I think they sent you a bride they’d miss the least.”
Ding ding ding... Give him a prize!
Fire. I’d take her fire over her indifference any day.
“You do know the only thing between me and an eyeful of your little monster right now is some shadows, right?” Ophelia asked in disbelief. Behind me, Soren sounded like he was choking. “And don’t get all ‘it’s not little’ on me. You’re more creative than that.”
“Oh, and we’ll discuss that smart mouth of yours later,” I told Ophelia mildly. She blinked at me. “Ah, yes. When we do all that talking we spend so much time doing. That sounds just like us.”
Was that… Did she try to lick my claw?
I sighed internally as Allerick’s hand ghosted over my shoulder again. Was it normal to get all hot and bothered over shadowy monster claws? No, but I already knew I wasn’t normal.
That’s probably how he saw me. A silly little pet Hunter to show off and cage away as he saw fit. Meanwhile, I was over here imagining fanning those shadows that always hid his crotch away and spreading myself out like a buffet.
Oh yeah, and they kicked me out of Hunters youth group for the crime of committing my inappropriate monster fantasies to paper, and I was literally the only person willing to come here.
“Now I will take my bride and seal the terms of the treaty in my bed!” Mallerick shouted, throwing Bophelia over his shoulder and smacking her on the ass. “Goodbye, subjects! Feast without us while I have a feast of my own!” Mallerick marched down the aisle with Bophelia over his shoulder, waving jovially at the cheering crowd as he went. Beside me, Ophelia snorted. “I wish.”
Shades were sexual creatures, and I hadn’t been with anyone since my marriage was brokered. Nor would I be with anyone again, unless my wife set aside her fear of me for long enough to consummate our union.
Oh, you nieve little shade king
I’d checked in on Ophelia every night before she fell asleep, and she was always drawing, but the angle meant I’d never seen the pictures. There would be no better insight into Ophelia’s mind than whatever was on that paper, I was sure of it.
Oh boy
With the string undone, I lifted the front flaps so the piece of leather laid flat on the bed, and sucked in a breath at the startlingly realistic image on top of the pile. Forgetting entirely that I was trying to keep them in order, I sifted through them one by one, laying them out on the mattress around me. All the blood in my body seemed to rush to my cock at once, leaving me lightheaded. I had been so very wrong about my wife.
“You’re a pretty little liar,” Allerick said in a deep voice that traveled directly to my clit. “You’d better hope they’re of me. If you’ve been drawing other Shades fucking my wife, wearing my crown,“—shit—“then I’m going to have to kill some of my own subjects, Queen Ophelia.”
I scoffed, even as my idiot vagina was being all ‘I’m ready for you now, oh big strong predator. Take me.’
“You have no idea how delicious your fear is to me, wife. I need to lick the pretty pussy you’re hiding under those ladylike clothes. Does your cunt taste as sweet as your fear smells?” Yes! Holy fuck, yes. What had taken him so long?
“My fear? I’m not afraid.” Allerick stilled. “Yes, you are.” I snorted at the ridiculousness of him trying to argue this with me. ”No, I’m not. Not even a little.” The King of the Shades reeled back like I’d slapped him. “Then what are you feeling right now? What is making you smell like that?” “I. Am. Horny.”
“No.” He shook his head. “It’s not that. You smelled like this at our wedding.” “I was horny at our wedding!”
“Are you telling me,” Allerick said slowly, carefully collecting up my drawings and setting them on the nightstand, “that you have been wet and wanting since our wedding, wife?”
A sound burst out of Allerick that stilled us both—a rumbling almost purr-like noise that made my muscles go weak and my pussy gush.
His head dipped between my thighs, and I was forced to drop my knees flat to accommodate his horns. There was a puff of hot breath over my mons before I felt the unmistakably sharp edge of those teeth.
it was more like my underwear personally offended him and he wanted to destroy them for their insolence.
Allerick’s long tongue was prying me open, moving like no human tongue could move as it explored every inch of me. I almost wept at the sensation as that wicked tongue brushed against my clit.
His delightfully thick tongue burrowed into my cunt, making me forget how to breathe for a moment. I’d had dicks inside me that didn’t feel this good, I thought hazily. Rough. I felt silky to Allerick because his tongue was so rough. Delightful.
“Please, please…” I panted, reaching for Allerick. “No more?” he assumed ruefully. I blinked at him. “Show me your cock,” I corrected. “Definitely more, are you joking right now?” It was his turn to blink in surprise. “My wife is insatiable,” he muttered approvingly,
My mouth went dry. All the fluid in my body had traveled south on an urgent lubrication mission.
“It’s so…” “Monstrous?” Allerick suggested wryly, lazily fisting his shaft. “Glorious,” I breathed, my fingers tracing the thick bulge at the base of his cock. He sighed happily, seemingly content to let me explore.
“Does my wife like the idea of being bred?” he asked lazily, swiping a drop of precum from his tip with a knuckle and offering it to my lips. I licked my tongue over it greedily, closing my eyes at the unexpectedly sweet taste. Yes. Yes, I liked that idea very much.
“You may be the king of this realm and used to demanding every little thing you want,” I purred, rocking my hips slowly. “But I am your queen. You will put in work for me.”
“Are you ready for me?” Allerick drawled, dropping his hips to rub his enormous dick teasingly over my clit. “Are you ready for me?” I scoffed. I was going to wear this Shade out, that was for goddamn sure. I had plans and fantasies I wanted to fulfill.
“You will relax for me, wife. Your cunt will stretch for me, for my knot, and I will fucking breed you. Understand?”
“Your knot,” I gasped, arching my back. “I want it.” “You’ll get it,” Allerick replied, looking a little feral in the best kind of way. “Relax. Let me in.”
“My good, sweet little queen,” Allerick groaned, pressing all the way forward. I made a noise somewhere between a squeal and a sigh as his knot seemed to inflate inside me, locking us tightly together. I could feel him everywhere.
I could physically see his cock in me. Or his cock shifting my guts around. Whatever was happening, I was into it. My pussy contracted around Allerick’s knot like a vice as another rush of wetness tried to escape, leaking out in the slightest trickle from where we were sealed together.
