Chapter 39 Knot of ruin
Eryx
I wasn’t sure if I’d died.
Everything was black, then suddenly too bright—light stabbing through my eyelids like knives. My head throbbed with a deep, vicious ache, the kind that felt like someone had driven spikes through my temples. My mouth was dry, tongue thick and swollen, sticking to the roof like sandpaper. Every muscle in my body felt wrong—heavy, weak, as if I’d been drained of blood and left to rot. My skin burned, feverish and slick with sweat that soaked the sheets beneath me, turning them cold and clammy against my back.
The sexual tension was still there, a relentless undercurrent—banked low now, a constant thrum vibrating under my skin like a live wire—but dulled by the sickness that gripped me. My cock ached, half-hard even in this miserable state, pulsing with a dull need that refused to fade. But the fever had taken the sharp edge off the desperate, all-consuming hunger, replacing it with something far worse: an emptiness that hollowed me out from the inside, leaving me raw and exposed.
I groaned, the sound ragged and pained, as I rolled onto my side. The movement sent a wave of nausea crashing over me, my stomach twisting violently. I pushed myself up on shaking arms, muscles trembling like they might give out at any second. The room spun around me in a dizzying blur, walls tilting unnaturally. I barely made it to the bathroom before my stomach heaved—nothing came up, just dry, painful retches that tore at my throat and left me gasping for air.
Gripping the edge of the sink with white-knuckled hands, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like death incarnate. My skin was pallid, almost translucent, stretched tight over sharp bones. My eyes were bloodshot, the irises glowing with a faint, unnatural gold that betrayed the wolf inside me raging against this curse. Veins stood out dark and prominent under my skin, like black rivers mapping out my torment. My fangs were too long, protruding slightly even when my mouth was closed, as if my inner beast was trying to claw its way free from this weakened shell.
Succubus curse. I’d always dismissed it as bullshit, some old wives’ tale spun by paranoid shifters to scare the young ones away from demons. Until now. Now it was real, sinking its hooks into me, draining me dry.
I twisted the faucet, splashing ice-cold water on my face. It hit like needles, but it did nothing to quench the fire raging inside. The droplets ran down my neck, mixing with the sweat, but the heat persisted, a furnace in my core that wouldn’t die.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the vibration cutting through the haze. I stumbled back to the bed, snatching it up. Unknown number. But I knew who it was.
What’s wrong with you?
Nyxara. Of course. These creatures were evil, attuned to the suffering they caused.
I typed back, fingers clumsy and fumbling on the screen. Nothing.
Liar!! I can feel it.
Of course she could. The bond she’d woven into me during that dream—it let her sense everything. Another buzz.
I’m in your apartment. Felt something wrong last night. Came over. Let me in.
My heart slammed against my ribs, a thunderous beat that echoed in my ears. She was here. Right outside.
I staggered to the door, every step sending fire lancing through my veins, my legs unsteady like a newborn foal’s. My hand shook as I unlocked it, the metal cool against my fevered palm.
Nyxara stood in the hallway, her tail lashing back and forth like a whip, her red eyes wide with what looked like genuine shock. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath that made her full breasts rise and fall under her tight top.
“Oh my goodness… what’s wrong…”
I leaned against the doorframe for support, my breathing ragged and labored, each inhale a rasp in my throat. “What’s wrong… you!!” The words came out as a growl, laced with accusation.
She pushed inside without waiting for an invitation, shutting the door behind her with a firm click. Her hands were immediately on my chest—cool palms pressing against my burning skin through the thin fabric of my shirt. The touch jolted through me like lightning, shooting straight to my cock, which twitched and hardened painfully in my pants.
“You’re burning up,” she said, her voice sharp with worry, edged with something deeper—concern? “Shaking. This is the bond—the dream. I took too much. You’re starving for completion.”
I grabbed her wrists, my grip iron-tight, intending to push her away. But instead, I held on tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, feeling the pulse of her veins beneath. “You knew this would happen?” My voice was a rasp, rough and accusing.
“Not at first.” She stepped closer, her body pressing against mine, forcing me back against the wall. The heat of her curves molded to me, her scent—dark, intoxicating, like sin and spice—flooding my senses. “But when the lust is that strong… mutual… it hooks. Drains you slow until you give in. Physically.”
“Evil,” I rasped, the word spitting out like venom, even as my body betrayed me, leaning into her touch.
She laughed—low, bitter, the sound vibrating through her chest and into mine. “That’s what they all say. Until they’re begging me to fix it.”
Her hands slid up my chest, nails scraping through my shirt, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My cock hardened instantly, throbbing painfully against the confines of my pants, desperate for release. The fever surged, but so did the need, twisting together into something unbearable.
“You did this,” I growled, my hips rolling forward involuntarily, seeking her heat, grinding against her thigh.
“You kissed me yesterday like a male possessed,” she shot back, her eyes flashing with challenge and desire. “You want this as bad as your body needs it.”
That was it. The dam broke. The control I’d been clinging to shattered like glass.
I grabbed her hips, my fingers bruising as I dug in, spinning us around and slamming her back against the wall with a thud that rattled the pictures on the hooks. My mouth crashed down on hers—brutal, starving, no gentleness left in me. I kissed her like I wanted to devour her soul, my tongue forcing past her lips, tangling with hers in a fierce battle.
She moaned loud, the sound muffled against my mouth, kissing back with equal ferocity—her fangs nipping at my lower lip until blood bloomed, sharp and metallic. Her tongue licked it away, savoring it, and the taste of my own blood on her lips only fueled the fire.
Her tail wrapped around my thigh, coiling tight, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. Our bodies pressed together, her soft curves yielding to my hard planes, her heat seeping through our clothes.
We ripped at each other’s clothes—mine gone in seconds, shirt torn over my head, pants yanked down and kicked away. Hers shredded by my claws, the fabric giving way with satisfying rips as I exposed her pale, flawless skin. Naked now, skin on skin, her heavy breasts crushed against my chest, nipples hard and pebbled, scraping against me with every breath.
My cock was trapped between us, hot and leaking against her belly, pre-cum smearing on her smooth skin. The ache was excruciating, but delicious, building the tension higher.
I lifted her effortlessly—her legs wrapping around my waist like vines, locking me in place—and carried her to the bed, my steps purposeful despite the weakness still lingering in my limbs. I dropped her onto the mattress with a bounce, her body splaying out before me like an offering.
She spread her thighs wide, unashamed, her slick already glistening on her inner thighs, her pussy swollen and pink, lips parted and inviting. The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug, thick and heady, making my mouth water.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice a husky command, eyes locked on mine with raw hunger. “Knot me. Feed me. Fix this.”
I fell on her like a starving animal, no hesitation, no mercy.
My mouth latched onto her breast—sucking hard, drawing the nipple deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it in rough, insistent circles. My fangs grazed the sensitive peak, just enough to send a spark of pain mingling with pleasure, making her arch off the bed with a sharp cry. My hand found the other breast, pinching the nipple roughly between my fingers, twisting and tugging until she whimpered.
She clawed at my back—nails digging in deep, drawing blood that trickled warm down my spine. Her hips ground up against my cock, sliding her slick folds along my length, teasing without mercy.
I slid lower, my mouth trailing a path of fire down her stomach, nipping and sucking at the soft flesh, leaving red marks in my wake. I bit her hip bone hard enough to bruise, savoring the way she gasped and bucked beneath me, her tail thrashing against the sheets.
Then I was between her legs, spreading her wider with my hands on her thighs, pinning her open. I inhaled deep—her scent flooding me, thick and sweet, intoxicating. It made my cock throb harder, leaking steadily now.
I licked one long, filthy stripe from her entrance to her clit, my tongue flat and broad, tasting every inch of her. She screamed, her back bowing off the bed, hands fisting in my hair.
I devoured her—my tongue fucking deep into her cunt, thrusting in and out in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. I lapped up her slick like I was dying of thirst, the taste of her exploding on my tongue—sweet and tangy, addictive. My lips sealed over her clit, sucking hard, relentless, while my fangs scraped the hood just enough to make her sob, her body trembling violently.
Two fingers pushed inside her—thick and calloused, curling to stroke that rough spot deep within. I pumped them in and out, scissoring them to stretch her, while my mouth worked her clit without pause, alternating between sucks and flicks of my tongue.
She came fast—hard—her walls crushing my fingers in rhythmic pulses, slick gushing into my mouth in hot waves. I drank it all, growling against her folds, the vibration sending aftershocks through her.
But I wasn’t done. Far from it. I crawled back up her body, my cock nudging at her entrance—the flared head pressing against her slick heat, leaking pre-cum that mixed with her juices.
“Look at me,” I snarled, my voice barely human, laced with the wolf’s growl.
Her eyes opened—glassy, wrecked, pupils blown wide with lust.
I thrust in—one brutal stroke—burying myself to the hilt in her scorching heat. We both roared, the sound primal and echoing off the walls.
She was tight, dripping wet, clenching around me like a vice, her inner walls rippling as they adjusted to my size. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, slick friction that made stars burst behind my eyes.
I fucked her hard—no mercy, no holding back. My hips slammed into hers with punishing force, the bedframe cracking against the wall with each thrust, the rhythm brutal and unrelenting. Every drive forward punched a cry from her throat, her breasts bouncing with the impact, her nails raking bloody furrows down my arms.
“Harder—fuck—breed me—” she gasped, her legs locking around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper.
My knot swelled fast at the base of my cock, thickening with each thrust, catching on her rim and stretching her wider. She pushed down greedily, her body eager for it, taking the swollen bulge with a wet, obscene pop that made us both shudder.
We screamed together as her orgasm hit—her walls milking me in violent, rhythmic pulses, squeezing my knot like she wanted to keep it forever.
I came endless—thick ropes of cum flooding her, pumping deep inside as my hips jerked erratically, my knot locking us together in a seal that pulsed with every spurt. The release was cataclysmic, waves of pleasure crashing over me, the fever breaking instantly as energy surged back into my veins, strength flooding every muscle.
But I didn’t stop. The need was still there, burning brighter now that the curse’s drain had lifted. I flipped her onto her stomach with a rough shove, pulling her hips up high, her ass presented to me like a prize. Her tail curled around my wrist, urging me on.
I thrust in again from behind, the angle deeper, hitting new spots that made her keen. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling her back onto my cock with every forward snap. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and filthy, mixed with her moans and my growls.
I fucked her through another orgasm—her face buried in the pillow, sobbing my name as her body convulsed, slick dripping down her thighs. Then another, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing in rough circles while I pounded into her, her cries turning hoarse.
I leaned over her, my chest to her back, fangs sinking into her shoulder—not breaking skin, but hard enough to mark, to claim. She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust, her tail wrapping around my balls, squeezing gently in time with my movements.
“More,” she begged, voice raw and broken. “Don’t stop—fuck me until I can’t walk.”
I obliged, pulling out just long enough to flip her again, this time onto her back so I could watch her face as I wrecked her. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half, and drove back in—deeper than before, my knot already swelling again from the constant friction.
Her hands roamed my body, nails scratching across my chest, tweaking my nipples until I hissed. I retaliated by pinching hers, rolling them between my fingers while I thrust, the dual sensations making her arch and whine.
We kissed through it all—messy, bloody, tongues battling as fangs clashed. I tasted her essence, her power, feeding back into me with every shared breath.
Another round: I pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing as I fucked into her, her legs dangling, my hands on her thighs spreading her wide. I watched my cock disappear into her, slick and shining, the knot catching each time I pulled back.
She came again, squirting this time—a hot gush that soaked my abdomen, the sheets, everything. The sight pushed me over, my knot locking as I filled her once more, roaring my release.
Hours blurred. Positions shifted—her riding me, bouncing on my cock with wild abandon, her breasts heaving, tail flicking against my thighs. Me on my back, her mouth on my cock, sucking deep while her fingers teased my balls, then switching to sixty-nine, my tongue buried in her while she deep-throated me.
Roughness escalated: I pinned her wrists above her head, fucking her slow and deep, teasing until she begged. Then fast and hard, her body jolting with each impact. She bit my neck, drawing blood, licking it clean as her hips rolled.
We moved to the floor when the bed creaked too much, her on all fours, me mounting her like the beast I was, knotting her from behind while my hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back for a bruising kiss.
Dialogue peppered the frenzy: “You’re mine now,” I growled as I thrust. “Take it all—every drop.”
“Yes—fuck—own me,” she moaned back. “Harder, wolf—break me.”
Sensory overload: The slap of flesh, the wet suck of her pussy around me, the metallic tang of blood, the musky scent of sex filling the air. Sweat slicked our bodies, making every slide easier, hotter.
Orgasms piled up—hers in waves, mine building to explosive peaks, knot locking us together repeatedly, forcing us to grind through the aftershocks.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of unrelenting pleasure, I collapsed beside her, pulling her against my chest, my knot still throbbing inside her, tying us as one.
She curled into me, tail wrapping my leg possessively, her body limp and sated, dripping with our combined releases.
“Better?” she whispered, voice raw.
I pressed my face to her hair.
“Yeah.”
I didn’t say the rest.
That I was hers now.
Completely.