Daniela lunged, the massive, conjured green blade in her hands screaming through the air. The emerald light cast long, flickering shadows across the Onyx dunes, turning the black sand into a landscape of shifting jagged edges. Her opponent—a perfect, silent reflection of Jasper—didn't flinch. He waited until the shimmering steel was inches from his throat, then flicked his wrist.
Shadows rose like a tidal wave. They didn't clash with the blade; they swallowed it. The green light sputtered and died, the construct devoured by the void. Daniela stumbled, her boots skidding in the fine silt as the momentum of her failed strike sent her reeling.
I'm fighting a shadow of a shadow, she thought, her lungs searing with every frantic breath. And I still can't find an opening. It was a game with no rules, a dance where her partner was made of smoke and malice. Her eyes flicked toward the real Jasper.
He sat cross-legged in the sand, his back a rigid, obsidian line. He wasn't training; he was a statue of pure, predatory focus. Every flex of her calves, every drop of sweat that tracked down her jaw, every desperate hitch in her chest—he cataloged it all. To Jasper, his mind was a storm of unfamiliar friction. Usually a creature of cold logic, his skin now felt too tight. He felt a tether between them, stretched to a snapping point. If he looked away for a second, she might vanish, and he would have to tear the world apart to reclaim what he had conquered, what he had fucked, what was his.
The clone acted on the impulses the master suppressed.
As Daniela tried to reset her stance, the clone dissolved into inky mist and reappeared behind her. Before she could spin, a solid, heavy arm hooked around her waist, hoisting her flush against a chest of cold shadow. His other hand slammed onto her throat, his thumb digging into the soft dip above her collarbone. She felt a thick, unmistakable ridge of heat pressing into her backside.
The clone buried its face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent with a sharp, jagged rasp. Daniela gasped, her hands clawing at the forearm choking her. She elbowed the shadow, a strike that should have cracked ribs, but the clone merely absorbed the blow, its fingers tracing the dip of her spine with a slow, possessive crawl.
Suddenly, the clone's power surged. A suffocating dome of absolute blackness erupted, swallowing the dunes. Inside the void, Daniela was blind. Her green energy was a dying ember. She felt her hair seized, a fist winding into the strands and wrenching her head back until her neck felt like it might snap.
"Open," the clone growled. The voice was a haunting replica of Jasper's, vibrating through her skull.
He kicked her legs apart, his teeth grazing her throat before clamping down. Sharp, predatory canines sank into her skin. Daniela cried out, a raw sound of pain and shock, her fingers flexing instinctively against the shadow's stone-hard biceps.
"You're supposed to be... teaching me," she hissed through gritted teeth.
"You will learn," the shadow rumbled. He released her hair only to slide a massive hand down her torso, shoving her skirt upward until the fabric bunched at her waist. His fingers, calloused and blunt, found her wet entrance and shoved inward without preamble.
Daniela's knees buckled. Her body lurched forward as two thick fingers plunged into her depths, the squelch of her own arousal loud in the silent dark.
Outside the dome, the real Jasper felt the phantom sensation of her hair against his fingertips. His eyes narrowed, his hands clenching into the sand. Watching his own obsession act out his darkest desires was a torture he could no longer endure from the sidelines. He rose, moving before his mind could catch up, and stepped into the dome.
The darkness didn't blind him. He saw it all: Daniela's head lolled back, her mouth agape in a silent moan, her cunt dripping as his double worked her. Jasper stripped his pants down in one fluid motion, his cock springing free—angry, purple-veined, and leaking. He fisted his length, his eyes locking with the clone's. They shared a single, dark intent.
The clone forced Daniela forward, bending her at the waist until she was at a ninety-degree angle. She couldn't see a thing, her world reduced to the scent of musk and the feeling of hands.
The real Jasper's thumb hooked her chin, his calloused palm stroking her cheek before he forced her bottom lip down. He stepped into her, the head of his cock blunt and hot against her lips. He thrust his hips, sliding past her teeth until he met the resistance of her throat. Daniela's hands scrambled for purchase, gripping his thighs as he began to pump. Her mouth hollowed around him, her tongue sliding over the crown as her throat vibrated with a desperate, muffled hum. Jasper's hand went to her neck, his fingers wrapping around her windpipe to control the rhythm of her head.
Behind her, the clone spread her legs even wider. He dropped to his knees, his rough tongue lashing upward from the base of her cunt to the tight pucker of her ass. Daniela quivered, her thighs shaking as the clone began to suck her clit with a bruising force, his tongue plunging deep into her pussy to drink the juices flowing down his chin.
He took his juice-slicked fingers and pressed a digit into her ass. Daniela jerked in shock, a muffled scream lost against the real Jasper's shaft. The clone chuckled, the sound a low vibration against her inner thighs.
Daniela gagged, her eyes rolling back as Jasper buried himself to the hilt in her mouth. She had to breathe through her nose, her body weakening under the dual assault. She felt the force of his thrusts increase, the brutal speed leaving her drooling and dazed. Sharp nails dug into her thighs, holding her open as the clone worked a second finger into her heat and a third into her ass, stretching her until she felt she would tear.
Her legs finally gave out, her splayed, dripping cunt falling heavy onto the clone's face. He caught her weight easily, his tongue continuing to feast as the real Jasper held her by the throat, fucking her face with a relentless, rhythmic violence.
Daniela's body suddenly seized, her spine arching into a rigid bow as she shattered. The orgasm was a violent, jagged thing, ripping through her nerves with enough force to make her vision white out. Reflexively, her thighs tried to snap shut, her muscles twitching to hide her vulnerability from the dual assault.
But Jasper refused. His hands—and those of his shadow—clamped onto the meat of her thighs like iron manacles, pinning her legs wide, keeping her wet, ruined heat splayed and exposed.
He wanted her to see. He wanted the realization of her conquest to be burned into her retinas.
With a sharp flick of his will, the shadow dome evaporated. To Daniela, coming out of the void, the sudden return of the seven moons was blinding. The sky was a bruised, perpetual twilight, glowing with a ghostly violet hum that felt like a spotlight against the dark sands. She blinked rapidly, her eyes watering against the transition as her vision finally locked onto Jasper's face.
He looked feral. The cold, logical demon was gone, replaced by a predator who had found his kill.
His hips began to move with a relentless, rhythmic savagery, fucking her throat with deep, punishing strokes. His palm tightened around her neck, his thumb pressing into her windpipe just enough to remind her who held her life in his hands.
"Swallow," he growled. The command was a decree of absolute dominance.
His hips snapped forward three more times, his thick cock hitting the very back of her throat before his body went taut. Daniela's eyes went wide, tears spilling over as his hot, thick seed burst down her throat. The sheer volume triggered her gag reflex instantly, her lungs burning for air as he stayed buried deep, filling her.
As her body buckled, her throat convulsing in a desperate attempt to cough and reject him, Jasper's grip tightened. He wrenched her head back at an agonizing angle, his knuckles white as he forced her throat to work, his eyes boring into hers with an underlying threat. He watched her neck muscles strain and ripple, forcing her to take every drop of his essence until he was certain she had been thoroughly marked from the inside out.
Only when she had finished the last, forced gulp did he slowly withdraw, leaving her collapsed and panting in the black sand, a Conquered Queen in the shadow of her master.
Author's note:
I'm hoping the spice is spicing.