Not immediately obedient but receptive, the shadow cleans its dripping maw with its tongue as it walks towards you. There is an odd weightlessness about its steps. You almost expect it to sink into the dark at any moment. It feels solid enough when it pushes its face into yours, the cloying coppery scent of blood smearing against your mouth again.

”Helping.” It groans in a guttural voice that sounds from its chest.

“Yes, yes you helped me thank you.”

Your hands reach out to reward it, treating it like you would a faithful mutt. There’s a moment of rising unease when your fingers sink deep into the ragged, soft neck all the way down to mid forearm. There is a solid core there, something hot and twitching. Solid muscle and bone that pushes closer still onto you, laying over your still prone form.

”Helping.” It says again. This time a more needy tone to its voice. The warm flat of its tongue dragging across your face and neck. That vicious joy boiling up into your stomach and chest, more recognisable now as desire. Dishevelled clothes are no barrier to the shadow now, the men who had exposed your skin for their own entertainment lie cooling in the earth nearby. They’re unimportant. What is important is the hot puffs of breath against your skin and the shadow’s tongue that you guide down between your legs.

The raw feeling in your cunt from its earlier mistreatment is quickly lapped away by the shadow’s enthusiastic tongue. You can feel the edges of its teeth threatening like pin pricks against your midsection as it opens its mouth wider with a happy grunt, trying to worm its way inside you. It’s still hungry.

Your toes curl and your hips lift, riding it, uncaring as its teeth scrape red lines in your skin. Breathless and so fucking close you look down to watch only to see that your legs are entirely wrapped up in it’s mass. The shadow is gentle with your limbs but you can feel a possessive grip there, firm and weighing you down. The silent threat that you might vanish within it very clear. But it’s also within you, you’re not helpless. You can get a grip on its broad head easily, nails scraping down into the blurred edges of it until you hit heat and sinew.

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