Page 88 of Of Monsters and Mazes

Jericho brushed his teeth over my nipple, before circling and kneading the sensitive peak with his tongue. I heard the shameful sound of my own desire as he played my body so perfectly. He worshipped my breasts like I was his goddess, and I couldn’t help the ache that settled in my core.

I spread my legs to let him get closer to me. He tore at the material of my skirt, until the massive tulle gown was practically a short tutu, then he reached a hand up my skirt, and traced every pleasure center between my folds. A wicked grin graced his lips, before he lowered his face to taste me for himself.

His mouth on me was electricity and magic and euphoria all at once. He dipped his long, skillful tongue inside me, then he dragged it up through my center, until he was nudging my clit with exquisite pressure. He’d shift from sucking to flicking, to languid strokes, and I was an undone mess in his grasp.

I was already on the verge when he added two skillful fingers, and started to rub slow circles over my g-spot. He was sucking my soul from my body while coaxing me to follow him into the River of Styx, and I was ready to oblige.

He waited until I’d lost my mind, before he meticulously and patiently cleaned every drop of my arousal from my pussy using nothing but his tongue.

I was still reeling and shaking as he crawled back up my body to taste my whimpers for himself. I tugged on his horns, needing more of him, to be closer and more roughly connected, then he took hold of my wrists and shoved them back down onto the bed.

It wasn’t until the heel of his hand pressed into Theron’s marks that I truly remembered how I’d gotten here.

“What about the others,” I whispered as the trail of his lips returned to my neck, and he sucked roughly on the sensitive skin. “What about Theron, Rai, and Alessi? What will happen to them when I’m queen?”

“You won’t need them anymore when you have me.”

“But I want them. I don’t want to choose. I want you all.” I barely got the words out before the sudden intrusion of his cock sinking into my pussy made my breath hitch.

“You’ll forget them soon.” He filled me beautifully, but I couldn’t admit out loud how perfect he fit. “I’m the only one you need.”

“No.” I shook my head despite myself, while his skillful thrusts had me wanting to beg him to keep me. But I couldn’t be his. Not his alone. “No!“ This time I shouted, feeling like it was the only way to break my mind away from the way he was making me feel.

“No?” Jericho stopped fucking me. He removed himself from my soaked pussy, and I instantly missed its presence. He ran his hand up the soaked length of his cock. He drew a line with my own fluids between my breasts, up my neck, then he sunk them into my mouth. I sucked dutifully, tasting how he’d made me feel, until he withdrew with tentative hesitation. He frowned down at me. “No, you won’t give up your trysts with devils and demons and angels, despite having the king himself on his knees to serve you?”

“No.” I licked my lips, savoring the lingering traces of both his kiss and my own pleasure. It was divine and not enough at the same time.

“That’s such a shame, Fraulein.” He pulled away, backing off the bed, and leaving me with a torn bodice, a ruined dress, and once again on edge. “But I can’t blame you for being greedy.” A smile stretched across his lips, and he looked far more menacing behind his golden mask. “If you want it all, then all you have to do is fight for it, just like you always have.”

With a single snap of his fingers, I was back in a world of darkness. Then I was laying in something soft, while my consciousness was slowly catching up to my physical body.

Chapter 47

A cold wet nose nudged against my forehead, then a warm but scratchy tongue licked my cheek. I pried my eyes open, half expecting to see Pumpkin trying to wake me up for his morning wet food, confirming that this whole thing had all been a wild fever dream, but because I lived in constant disappointment, instead I was faced with the forest where I’d started. My clothing was still disheveled, and my shoes were theoretically still on Jericho’s bedroom floor.

And the tongue on my face? That belonged to the giant red fox sitting by my side.

“You’re not my kitty,” I muttered, certain I was losing my mind. The animal changed shape before my eyes, and Alessi crouched beside me.

Right. Duh. Alessi. I knew everyone called him a fox, but despite his cute, partially-shifted animal accessories, I somehow still imagined it was more of a metaphor.

“No, I’m not. But you are definitely my pussy.” He said with a snort, and somehow I felt light enough to laugh with him. He helped me to my feet, and I started smoothing out my dress and hastily re-latching the front of my corset. Because exposing myself to a guy who’s already fucked me was obviously the most pressing issue at hand.

I glanced around to survey my predicament.

“What happened? Where are we?”

“Back in the Senseless Forest.” Alessi swatted off a small mosquito like thing as it buzzed around his face. One of those biting fairies, no doubt.

My stomach dropped. “How did I get back here? We… we were just in the Red Sector. We were almost done.” I knew I was whining, but the feelings were overwhelming.

“You don’t remember? Was it that nice of a dream?” His half smile and the clear implication wasn’t lost on me.

“Theron did this?” I asked the question, as if he hadn’t told me up front—promised even—to stop me from reaching the castle in time. Like he hadn’t reminded me that he had to betray me, even as he made love to me in the shower.

“Try not to hold it against him.” Alessi tapped his chin like he was pondering the statement. “Or do. I have for hundreds of years. Theron is bound to the king. He’s never really had a choice.”

I nodded, knowing I should be angry, but instead feeling oddly unbothered by the whole thing. The day I started complaining about a man being too honest and going through with his promises was not going to happen in this lifetime, even if those promises weren’t what I wanted them to be.