Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
He reaches out and brushes the hair off my neck with his gloved hands, places his lips below my ear, breathing in deep before sucking in my skin.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I say pathetically.
His other chuckles from behind me and, moments later, Death does too.
Whoa.
“You don’t have to do anything,” he murmurs against my neck. “You just have to be. I’ll take care of everything, in every possible way that I can.” He licks up to my ear and I shiver, the sensation shooting right through me, making me throb between my legs. “Just relax, little bird. Let me worship you like the queen you are.”
Oh.
I can’t argue with that.
His mouth comes over mine and he pulls me into a deep, long kiss. A kiss that I feel all the way to my toes. It immediately relaxes me, my body sinking against the other who is holding me in place, his cock pressed up against my ass, and stokes the flames inside me. I’m bracketed by Death on both sides.
Fucking surreal.
With his tongue searching my mouth, teasing in places, rough and fast in others, lips meeting mine with a soft hunger, I feel his Shadow Self run his hands down my arms, then down my waist, over my hips, my ass. It’s such a strange feeling now to have bare hands moving over me that I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not some stranger, that it’s still Death. And even though he can’t feel my skin the way he wants to, I can feel his.
It feels good.
Death lowers his head to my breasts, torturing my nipples with little flicks of his tongue. His Shadow Self digs his fingers into my hips and lowers himself to his knees, so that his face is at my ass.
Oh. My. God.
With Death sucking at my breasts, long hard pulls of his mouth that make my toes curl, the other him slides his large, smooth hand between my thighs and parts my legs. I widen my stance, already unsteady, and he holds me tighter.
His face buries between my cheeks from behind, running a long tongue along me before pushing it inside me.
“Oh god!” I cry out, the sensations already too much to handle.
Death chuckles against my breast. He’s sucking, licking, nipping, paying special attention to both of them, taking his time, but there are a lot of pauses between what he’s doing with his tongue and what his Shadow Self is doing with his tongue. He alternates, and I realize he’s not fully able to be in both bodies at the exact same time. His actions are a few seconds off from the other’s.
Not that I’m critiquing. Not when he’s eating me out from behind and also licking my breasts. It’s blowing my mind.
And my body too, since my knees are buckling, legs shaking. Somehow I manage to rock my hips, bearing down, trying to get more purchase against his ravenous mouth, even though I know I’m pushing myself over the edge with each pass of his tongue.
I’ve barely had time to give myself over to this, to savor it, before I’m coming. The knot between my legs sizzles and snaps like a livewire and I’m crying out gibberish, my eyes rolling back, my body vibrating as the orgasm crashes down on me.
He is—they are—still going at me by the time I come back to reality from whatever far-off universe I was just flung into.
“No,” I whisper, trying to find my voice. “Wait.”
I drop to my knees right in front of Death, staring up at him with lust as I reach up and attempt to unbutton his pants.
He lets out a rough grunt, eyes flashing with want, and removes his pants, while his Shadow Self, already on his knees, grabs my hips with bruising strength and yanks me back. I feel the head of his cock press into me and then, before I can take in a breath, he’s driving himself straight into me.
“Fuck!” I cry out. He feels even bigger than normal somehow, or maybe his Shadow Self is enhanced, and I can’t remember how to function, like he’s just pushed all the thoughts from my head.
He grunts with pleasure, from behind me and in front of me, almost in synch.
I watch as Death guides his cock toward my mouth and I take its heavy, soft length in my hands, sliding it into my mouth. It gets messy fast, me licking and sucking his cock with reckless abandon while his other rams into me from behind. His hand slides down and I feel his bare fingers on my clit for the first time, and while I’ve gotten used to the rough texture of his gloves, this feels so soft and slippery, it’s like heaven.
Keep going, I think, staring up at Death and urging him with my eyes while I suck him off. I have a vague memory of doing this to him in the Crystal Caves. I was somehow able to deep-throat him then, and while I don’t think that’s possible now, I still try to take him in my mouth as far as I can.