"But you look so fucking cute right now," I taunt her. "Like a little doll."
She crosses her arms, the squelch of them against her soaked tits almost comical. Her body quivers, threatening to gag, but she fights through it, glaring at me with gritted teeth.
"Oh, don't pout," a smile pulls at my lips. "You did great. Severed all the way to the bone."
Her face lights up, "Really?"
"Really," I nod. "You fucked me up, babe."
Pride and relief fill her features, but she remains furious at the way I'm holding her, staring up at me, yet somehow down her nose, prim and dismissive, even dangling upside down and coated in quickly drying blood.
"Put me down," she demands.
"Please," I fill in for her the word she forgot.
For a second, I wonder if she's considering stabbing me again.
And then I don't have to wonder because she lifts her body, reaching for her boot to slip a tiny knife out of it and swing it towards me.
"Fuck," the surprised word slips out of me as I scramble to get us to the ground safely without her lodging the knife into my fucking face. As quickly as I can, I grip the back of her neck and head with my free hand, pulling her up towards my chest while I release her feet and wrap an arm around her waist. I fall backward, letting my head crack against the ground while cradling her against me to ensure hers doesn't.
Dizziness blinds me for a split second before I can open my eyes again, greeted with the vision of Isla triumphantly straddling me. I should have known she had a third weapon hidden. And likely a fourth, fifth, and sixth if she's been paying attention.
A pinch of pain blooms in my chest as clarity dawns. Isla reaches out, smiling triumphantly and playing with the tiny knife lodged in my pec like it's a fucking doorstopper spring.
Well, at least it isn't my face.
I grip the knife and pull it free, throwing it to the side and letting my head fall back, watching Isla soak in her victory. Her eyes drift down to the wound, the thick black liquid oozing out of it and across my stomach. She looks entranced by it, watching the way it falls out with each pump of my heart. As the wound starts to heal, stitching together atom by atom, she leans forward slowly, hypnotized, licking her lips.
For a second, I lay there watching, every inch of my body begging for her to taste that sacred part of me that I've never shared with anyone. But then I realize what that could do to her, and I sit up suddenly, transforming back into my mortal form.
Caught by surprise, she stares at me, her eyes wide from the change. Rather than let her get distracted by my blood again, I take what I've wanted from the second I started this game, gripping her hair harshly and planting my mouth against hers.
It's been a long while since I've drank Isla's blood, but the rules of demon soul-bonding are finicky, and I don't know what kind of expiration date, if any, there is with the blood-sharing thing. There's a fire inside my chest, pleading with me to just let her have my blood and take the risk. Just the thought of having my blood inside her body makes precum dribble from my tip.
As Isla grinds her body against mine, her lips and teeth and tongue violently assaulting mine, my hands wander her every inch as I let myself imagine, just for a minute, how fucking good it would feel to fill her cunt with cum and her body with blood. How she'd swallow down every bit I gave her, the black ooze dripping down her lips and chin while she rides my cock, mewling and screaming from the overwhelming onslaught of being filled with me in every way possible.
My lips travel down her jaw, my hands forcing her hips back and forth, dragging her wet heat against my cock while she moans, her head falling back so I can lick and bite down her neck.
She's covered in the sweet, sticky substance, her clothes glued to her skin with it. As much as I want to fuck her like this, covered in my blood and desperately writhing on me because of it, I need to get all of it away from her right now before something horrible happens.
"Let's go shower, baby," I pant against her skin.
With a frustrated groan, she shakes her head, "No. Right here."
I grunt, my cock liking her idea much, much better. But I can't risk her safety just to get inside her a few minutes faster.
"Shower," I bite her shoulder, pulling a loud moan from her throat, "Me and the showerhead are gonna make you come so hard you pass the fuck out."
It's a promise and a challenge. One she thinks I'm not capable of, but Isla has no fucking clue the vile things I'll do to make her body succumb to pleasure so intense she can't even take it.
She nods absentmindedly, still rubbing against me and waiting for me to start moving us before she'll stop grinding against me for even a second. She's so goddamn hungry for me it drives me crazy. I crave her hunger, her need, fuckingcravegiving her relief from her desperation.
Without separating her from me, I stand, using both hands on her plush ass to carry her. Her legs wrap around my waist as she runs her fingers through my hair, gripping it to plant sloppy, sucking kisses across my neck and jaw, biting my earlobe.
More than once, I almost stumble from her precision, her ability to make me fucking stupid just with those lips and tongue. Her mouth is a goddamn weapon, whether she's using it for cruelty or to assault my every nerve.
Finally, I drag her into the bathroom, tearing her boots off and turning on the shower, placing her under the hot water, fully clothed. I don't have a single gentle bone left in my body, ripping her filthy, sopping wet clothes from her body, followed by my ruined pants, tossing them through the Aether to deal with later.
