More healing magic pours into me at her whispered spell, and I sigh in relief, only to jerk from agony when she jams her knife under my claw and rips it off. I breathe hard, growling through my gag, but force my hands not to curl into fists. She rips off another claw, then another, each burst of torturous anguish feeding my desire until I leak steadily, precum winding down my cock.
Jaga looks at it with disdain, then presses the point of her knife to my shaft. I stop breathing, dread and lust curling in my loins for a heavy, unbearable moment.
She pulls the knife away with a hiss, stomping around until I can’t see her. She stands behind me and carves lines and shapes into my back and buttocks, muttering under her breath. Each stroke of the knife is cold and biting, each perfect. When she’s done, I shake with agony and stupid, unhinged mirth. I’d laugh if I weren’t committed to letting my mouth stay sewed shut.
“Not enough.”
Jaga faces me, her contemplative gaze sliding up my body. It stops on my chin, and she exhales softly, nodding to herself. I can’t hold back a deep groan when she palms my cheek, angling my head down. Her knife carves lines into my chin, and I watch her face, so focused, so very close. I could kiss her if I leaned in fast enough.
She smiles grimly once she’s done. At a snap of her fingers, a mirror appears in front of my face, revealing a jagged, bloody version of the mark I left on her body long ago. She still wears it, right over the scar on her belly. Now I wear one, too, though her handiwork is much less precise.
“Still not enough.”
My tail twitches with foreboding, drawing her gaze. She gives me a dark, unhinged grin and grabs it hard. I hiss, and Jaga flicks her knife into the air, where it hovers, ready to use. She runs both hands over the smooth, hairless skin of my tail, and I almost come on the spot.
“Mmm.” I try to tell her how fucking good it feels, since my tail is very sensitive. She’s never played with it before.
Jaga tsks, then grips my tail more firmly and twists it, trying to tie it into a knot. My thighs spasm with equal parts pain and pleasure, and I almost lose my footing, my hoof sliding on the wooden support.
The more she twists and bends my flesh, the more pain floods in. I mumble through my lips, trying to let her know there are bones inside, and she won’t be able to shape it how she wants without breaking them.
Jaga seems to figure it out on her own. She closes her green eye, and the violet one glazes over as she gives my tail a penetrating look. With a fierce, fast motion, she breaks it in half.
I howl into my lips, hot jets of cum shooting out of my cock. Another snap, another, another. I don’t have time to recover from my torturous orgasm before Jaga presents me with a lopsided, uneven bow she turned my poor tail into.
“Still not enough, and I hate that you enjoyed it, you sick, perverse devil.”
Oh, yes, my depravity knows no end. I am, however, surprised. In all my years, I’ve never come in a situation when I was completely at another’s mercy, and I never expected my tail being broken would get me there.
My torturer steps away, regarding me with a dark frown. I breathe hard through my nose, the scent of blood making me salivate. If only it were hers. When our eyes meet, I stretch my lips in a smile despite the pain it causes.
“You’re frustrating.” Her voice is cool, her eyes hard as they bore into mine. “How do I make you suffer, Woland? How do I give you pain that’s nothing but agony? How do I make you helpless and terrified, hm? The way I was when you hurt me, over and over. How do I make you hurt like that?”
I take a deep breath through my nose and close my eyes. She’s made me suffer in ways I never knew were possible. Her very absence was the purest agony I’ve ever felt. Now, her indifference and hate—she no longer loves me, fuck, fuck, fuck, please—are another kind of torture I can barely withstand.
It’s laughable that Jaga thinks I needmorepain. I’ve been well past my limit for months.
“I guess I can’t,” she muses, her mouth gaining a sad, downward tilt. “To hurt like I did, you must have a proper heart. Hm. Let’s see it.”
She flicks her fingers. My ribs tear apart with deafening snaps, ripping through the muscles and skin of my chest. When I look down, screaming into my sewn lips, I see them, bloodied, jagged bones fanning away in a rough circle right over my heart. It looks like a flower, depraved and gory.
In the middle of it, my exposed heart throbs frantically, red and strong, pumping my lifeblood with panicked pulsing. It squirts from a ripped artery until Jaga tsks and heals it.
Onlyit. I won’t bleed out, but my heart is out in the open, right at her mercy. I grind my teeth, swallowing roars of pain and rage. True fear settles in the pit of my stomach. Can she crush my heart and forbid my body to heal? I won’t be dead, but I won’t live. Everything will be lost, but worst of all…
I won’t be able to stop her when she leaves.
“So youdohave one,” she says, leaning in until her hot, excited breath fans over my vulnerable muscle. “Bigger than human, too. I expected it to be a sad, shriveled thing. My, Woland, you surprise me.”
She pulls back and cocks her head to the side, extending her arm with slow, mesmerized deliberation. I hold my breath, willing my heart to stop, to freeze, to disappear. It does not. Jaga’s finger reaches the blooming wreckage of my chest, and she slides the pad of it down my heart.
I scream as my guts seize up with horrible nausea. Such a travesty was never meant to happen, whether to a god, bies, or mortal. The scrape of her skin over me israwin the most torturous way. It feels like she’s dragging sharp claws down my very soul.
I wish for death.
“Oh, itdoesfeel,”she whispers, fascinated. “You know, some days I just wished to… See? Like this.”
She wraps her fingers around my heart like it’s a cock, and my eyes roll back in my head. I convulse, this touch violating in ways I didn’t imagine possible, even as the devil. The roar that surges out of my mouth is stronger than the threads tying it shut. My lips open, tearing on the threads, and blood winds down my chin and neck as I scream. Jaga squeezes harder. I almost pass out.
