“Stop.” I writhed, but his grip tightened. My belly cramped with a sickening flutter beneath my navel.
Lust.
He lifted my nightdress up, causing the cold air to infiltrate my body. The sun vanished, and the room darkened.
“How many years has it been since anyone touched you, hmm? Sweet Lucia, I can give you what you need,” he hissed in my ear.
His claws scratched my thighs as he parted my legs. I felt no pain, but blood was dripping down my inner thighs.
Something dangled in front of my face. My rosary beads were whole again, and I reached out to grab them, but he pulled them away.
“Oh, these are going somewhere else, Lucia,” he said with a chuckle.
“Please, no,” I whispered against the bed as he pulled me down until my feet hit the floor.
Liquid dripped down my buttocks, and I felt the pressure against my hole. He pushed the small beads inside my anal cavity. The slippery beads began to ease inside of me.
“Stop it,” I cried as he continued to push more inside of me, painfully stretching me out.
“Shh, I’m putting them to good use,” the evil beast taunted me.
Each time he pushed another bead in, I tightened my muscles, but it was useless. They were so small he was able to push them in. A long groan escaped from my lips when I didn't think I could take much more.
“Almost done, sweet Lucia. I want to see that little trinket dangling out of your asshole when I take you.”
I froze when I realised he meant the small cross at the end. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he placed more weight on my back, immobilising me once more. I felt his tongue on my inner thigh, licking its path to my core. When I tried to close my legs, his nails dug into me. They didn’t feel as sharp as they were earlier.
“You’re not a very well-behaved bride,” he said before he tutted.
Bride? The ring.
I tried to pull it off again, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Mmm,” he said before he licked me.
His tongue parted me, and his fingers pushed more beads inside of me. I tried to resist, but it had been so long, years. I clutched the bedsheets as he pushed the tip of his finger into my ass.
“Please,” I whimpered, and he paused.
“Which hole do you want my cock in, Lucia?”
“Neither,” I cried.
“Isn’t lying a sin? Because your cunt is dripping all over my tongue,” he said before the tip of his cock moved up and down both passages. “Choose before I choose for you, Lucia.”
“N-not in my—” I began to say, but I couldn't say it out loud.
“Not in your—” he said, mocking me before he sighed. “I guess your asshole is pretty full.”
He moved his cock down, brushing it along the length of my pussy, occasionally nudging it against my clit. I glanced back, but he pushed my face into the bed before I saw him.
“No peeking,” he said, pressing himself into me.
“Oh, aaah,” I cried out at the feeling of him forging his path inside me.
His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back while he drove deep again and again until I felt his hips and legs brush against mine.
“That’s it, Lucia. It feels good, doesn't it?”
