Page 93 of Eat Me Alive
“Say it. But I will let you know I am not above begging.”
Shakily, my hands touch his face, cupping them up until we’re eye to eye.
“Prove it to me. Show me I’m yours, then I’ll tell you you’re mine.”
His eyes sparkle from here.“Which form would you have me?”
Fingers sweep down where his cheek should be. “Aren’t you trying to prove you’re made for me? Your real form, Datu.”
He rises from his spot on the floor, his face drifting closer to mine.“It will be dark.”When he talks, his voice gets increasingly deeper. “Do not close your eyes.Know it is me.”
This is it, our pivotal moment. I’m not afraid.
When I let the fear finally consume me, do not pity me. Know I am at my strongest.
Datu
Winning her back is difficult. Xiaoyu is skittish at best, so when she says this, I know I have her back. There is no denying it. The fated mate of my unnatural form, the voice in my silence, the feeling in my void. Everything that should be mine, she is it.
But above everything else, she is the thrumming in my gut and bones I cannot ignore.
Easily, I claw through her clothes, making her gasp. My shadows have taken a form of something else entirely, and she sees it. Seesme. In her gaze, I find credence.
“The man of my dreams.” she croons as her fingers run down my sharp teeth, my wide, yawning mouth.
“You belong inside me.”I tell her as my lower jaw unlatches, my tongue becoming another set of jaws and teeth. This set, however, she alone brings out in me.
It gently takes her until the smaller mouth has her head wrapped. I swallow, absorb, consume as I force her down. She fits,cocooned, it feels like home. Walls of viscera to skin, I move, pulse to bring my face to hers. A macabre visage of wet, silky intimacy when I kiss her lips. In this approximation of aether, she kisses me back, opening her eyes to the horror that is my real form.
“Am I inside you?” Her words echo despite the tight space we are in. “I can’t see you.”
I blink, my eyes lighting up the gullet. We travel down the belly as my mouth slams against hers again. Her hands wrap around the back of the entrails of my neck. Now, we are closer than ever. So close I can almost feel us becoming one. My mouth fills with her—her name, her essence, her trust in me.
My serpents coil around her limbs, spreading her apart while purring. They love her, too.
“Your eyes are pink.” She tells me as another wraps around her neck. She is docile, held down, and supine. Vulnerably mine.
“It is a color I have never seen before.”I stroke my cocks that have grown for her. I hear her gasp in shock.“I told you my cock’s a hydra.”
She bites her lips and just watches them in fascination. My hands grip both, squeezing tight until I drip with cum. There’s a musk in her today that I don’t recognize, but I know what it is. The purpose.
I let my cum drip down her cunt, the moisture just adding to the heat in this small sheath of pulsating tissue. I nudge her thighs farther apart to accommodate my shoulders before just hooking her legs over me.
Much better.
I rub my face against the little hairs, lapping our wetness like a thirsty animal. My long tongue flicks her clit, and she’s there, blooming for me. She’s swollen, glowing, reaching for my head topull me closer. There’s no possible way to give her that, so I slide my tongue inside her.
Back arching, she releases a sound just for me to hear.
“Datu…”
“This is me, grovelling, prone, my face on your cunt.”
My tongue is prehensile, and it finds her spot that makes her lose her breath. Quiver. Sweat. Her nails sink into my bloody flesh. My teeth scrape against the bud, her shaking becoming more intense. I pinch her nipple, rolling it around my fingers until they are just as swollen as her clit.
Imagining them engorged with milk makes my cocks jut out on my spot. With one last mouthful of her, I slide my tongue out, rising to suck her tits, stroking myself. They’re so hard it’s painful.
“I need you soaked.”
