Page 46 of What The Hex (The Family Spells)
Most—nearly all—of what we were experiencing now had happened in the past. If not that first day, then later. Graceley would have these dreams—these memories—whether I was here or not; it made no difference. I would stay. I would stay even though experiencing these things in such vivid detail was destroying me on the inside.
You must enjoy pain, Monstaire, I thought to myself, using my name in the demon tongue. While pronounced in almost the same way as the English word ‘monster’, the meaning was different. Blessed one, is what it meant. Quite ironic that, considering I was truly the most cursed being alive in this world or any other.
I teased her breasts with my mouth until the front of her dress was so wet that it was obscene, the shape and color of her nipples showing through the white fabric. My wings—as versatile as they were diaphanous—curled around me and underneath Grace’s thighs, pulling her legs wide and keeping them spread.
Pushing her wrists together, I kept them trapped with a single hand and reached down with the other, freeing my heavy cock and curling my fingers around it. Grace tried to lift her head up to get a look, and I growled at her, nuzzling against the side of her neck as I stroked myself.
It’d been a long time since we were together—not that we truly were now—but I wondered if she’d forgotten that I wasn’t built like her other men. My cock was much thicker at the base and head than a witch’s, with those white lines crisscrossed over the shaft, glowing along with the rest of the pattern that was etched into my ebon skin.
There were small nubs all down the length of it, too, almost like blunt-tipped spikes, that would stimulate Grace in ways that her other lovers could not. And then there was the pre-cum, white but with a hint of a shine, that would cause her entire body to relax as soon as I penetrated her and it soaked into her flesh. She’d be pliant and happy and able to accept me, despite my size.
“Monster, it’s been too long …” she murmured, pushing her legs against the hold of my wings and raising her hips up to meet mine. “Hurry.”
“Mm.” I frowned down at her. “No, I think I’ll take my time and enjoy this.”
The words came as if scripted, fragments of memory rolling over us both.
I released my cock, pushing it up against her folds so that when I thrust against her, the head of my dick rubbed her clit. She was wet enough that, combined with the generous amount of my pre-ejac, it was a smooth slide.
Grace bit her lower lip and arched her back, working her hips against mine until she found a rhythm that we could share, that pleased us both in equal measure. Oh, Graceley, how you’ve changed … She used to let me take control of every encounter. This time, she was meeting me blow for blow.
I released her wrists and grabbed the dress at the neckline, tearing it down the center as she gasped, and I freed her body for my perusal. Not only that, but when I dropped down to my elbows, I was able to press the entirety of my flesh to hers. My body ached as aphrodisiac flooded my veins and dripped from my skin, sticky and warm, like massage oil.
We ground together, my body and hers pressed tight, her nipples so hard that they scraped my flesh and drew deep groans from me. I wanted this to last forever and yet, I knew I also couldn’t wait. Pressure built in my spine to a near uncomfortable level, and on the next thrust, I found myself moving so that I was lined up with the slick heat of her opening.
With a growl, I drove my hips forward and slid inside of her, feeling her body tense up slightly before the pre-cum did its work and she relaxed, sagging beneath me, allowing me to finally take control of the encounter.
Our height difference made it difficult for me to look into her eyes with our current position, so I sat up, maintaining my hold on her thighs with the shadowy tips of my wings. I gripped her hips with my hands and squeezed, reveling in the way she writhed beneath me, and then I let myself go.
I slammed into her hard and fast, mesmerized by the bouncing of her breasts, her breathy moans, the way her hair caught the warm breeze and fluttered around her face. Stray strands stuck to her moist lips as she moved her own hands to her nipples and began to play with them, teasing and tugging as I bottomed-out inside of her, enveloped in her snug cunt, her muscles massaging me as her body’s natural contractions took over.
