Page 68 of Noctis

“Ask me again when I can form complete sentences.”

He thrust back in.

Whatever reply I might have given vanished into the mattress. Caligo repeated the movement, cautious for all of two strokes before instinct took over. His grip tightened on my hips, holding me exactly where he wanted me as he began to fuck me in earnest.

The bed squeaked beneath the force of it. Shadows curled around my thighs and waist, supporting me whenever my arms threatened to give way. Another tendril slid beneath me and wrapped around my cock, tightening and stroking in time with every thrust.

“Cheating,” I gasped.

“I have many hands. It would be wasteful not to use them.”

“You don’t have—fuck—many hands.”

“I have many shadows.”

One coiled around my chest and pulled me upright. My back met the cool solidity of his body, his cock driving even deeper at the new angle. Caligo’s mouth found the side of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin while one hand spread over my stomach.

“Mine,” he growled.

The word vibrated through me.

“Yours,” I agreed.

His shadows constricted as if they understood me. The one around my cock moved faster, twisting over the head with every upward stroke, while Caligo drove into me with enough force to scatter what little remained of my thoughts.

Pressure gathered low in my body, building too quickly for me to control. “I’m close.”

“I know.”

Of course he did. He seemed to know how my body would react before I did.

“Come for me, Rowan.”

The command tipped me over the edge. Pleasure tore through me, sharp enough to leave me shaking as I spilled over the shadow wrapped around my cock. Caligo held me upright through it, never slowing, each thrust dragging out another pulse until the sensation became almost too much.

Then his rhythm faltered.

His fingers dug into my hips. His cock swelled once more inside me, and he buried himself as deeply as he could go. Heat flooded me in heavy pulses, far more than any human man could have produced, his cum spilling around his cock and down the insides of my thighs.

Caligo’s growl seemed to shake the room.

For several seconds, neither of us moved. I sagged against him, breathless and boneless, while his shadows gradually loosened their hold. The one around my waist lowered me carefully onto the mattress before dissolving. Caligo remained inside me, his body curved protectively over mine.

“So,” I managed once speech became possible again. “That wasn’t bad for your first time without using someone else’s body.”

“Not bad?”

“You’ll improve with practice.”

His teeth closed lightly around my shoulder.

I laughed into the pillow. “I’m joking.”

“You are pleased?”

I turned my head far enough to meet his eyes. The uncertainty there was so unexpected that my teasing answer died before I could give it.

“Very.”