“But you’re almost there,” he said, suddenly laughing as he gave my cheek a sharp little slap. It made me feel even more pathetic and desperate. It broke me a little and made me stop caring how I looked. I was just a needy mess and I was suddenly fine with it. I didn’t have it in me to care anymore.
His tentacles rubbed against the thin membrane between my pussy and ass and I groaned, throwing my head back.
“You look divine with all those sad little tears running down your face,” Makwa’s raspy voice admitted. Tentacles brushed through my hair and over my cheeks, dragging down my neck and caressing my straining nipples. Another tentacle began to tease my entrance, then slowly worked its way in my pussy with the first. I gave a throaty groan as I was stretched out, feeling the burn.
“Is this what love is? Wanting to see you crying and shivering? Wanting to see you broken down?” I wanted to say no, that he was crazy. I felt the orgasm building as he shoved in and out of me. The two tentacles in the front slid against one another, swirling and plunging without rhythm.
“I’m begging,” I said, my voice cracking as tears slid from my eyes. Why wouldn’t he just give me what I wanted? “Please, please, please,” I went on and on.
“Okay. “ His voice was breathy and strained. “Open up that pretty mouth of yours. Show me what it's good for,” he demanded. He looked insane as he looked down at me with manic, all-black eyes.
He throbbed strongly in my ass and pussy. Something changed. He wasn’t just fucking me but was actually going back inside me. The feeling of him possessing me again was exquisite. I groaned in satisfaction and pleasure began mounting.
He had a symmetrical strong face but the gleam in his eyes and the smile stretching his face was psychotic. Goosebumps raced over my skin. He kept rubbing between my legs, fucking his body into mine. I felt something move in my stomach, brush against my rib cage. It made no sense but it didn’t have to.
My body was taut and shivering. He shoved his hand in my hair, grabbing it in a fistful and tugging my head back sharply. He jammed two fingers between my teeth, prying my mouth open while I cried out, my thighs shaking, my hips desperately thrashing.
“I said open up this pretty mouth,” he growled, his smile going so wide it destroyed the shape of his face, reminding me this image was just an act. There was no skin and flesh, there was just that horrible black substance of a monster.
My body thrummed with pleasure and suddenly I exploded in an orgasm, giving a strained cry. Makwa groaned when I groaned, his body shivering and rolling like a liquid.
“You’ll be strangled and stuffed. You need me, Ava. But better than that, you want me. Want me so bad you’re going to swallow me whole,” he growled, fingers still hooked in my mouth.
“You look so pathetic,” he said, a smile curling his lips. “And you even came,” he laughed. I shuddered in shock at his words, feeling weak and cracked open.
He pulled back and crawled up my body, his knees digging into the bed next to my ears. His skin looked like it was sweating black slime and the shape wavered and slid as he moved. He pulled his poncho up and presented the veiny cock of a man, leaking black sludge from the tip. He pressed his hips forward, shoving himself past my lips and in my mouth.
I felt him thick on my tongue, sliding into my throat.
“No one knows these tight, warm insides like me. And they give me such pleasure,” he purred, holding his poncho up as he looked down at my stuffed mouth. “If you could talk, I’d make you say thank you.”
His body lost its color and turned all black. When he began to lose its human shape I closed my eyes. The emptiness finally filled up as he fully possessed me again. I felt him travel deep into my throat and between my legs. I felt him going everywhere and we groaned in unison. It was a relief so complete it was pleasurable. I could feel him everywhere, filling my soul back up, filling my mind.
I could taste him too. Like dust and ash. Like death.
He forced my throat open wide, groaning and shuddering. He finished filling me and I suddenly realized he wasn’t in the room anymore. That I was laying in the bed, my hand buried between my thighs, rubbing myself frantically as I whimpered. I orgasmed again, listening to Makwa groan inside my head as he spread out inside me. He felt my orgasm as if it were his own.
“Fuck, Ava. Youreallyliked that,” he huffed in entertainment. “You should let me enjoy more of your orgasms.”
“Fuck you,” I snapped, jumping up from the bed and finding my clothes. He laughed.
“I like you with a little bite.”
“What do you know?” I asked.
“I know everything. I’m in your head,” he taunted. I slammed my eyes shut and pressed my hands to the side of my head. I sat there a while, calming down but it wasn’t really helping. I was just rememberingeverythingthat was going on.
I finished putting on my clothes and fled to the living room. Brandon looked up. He was sitting on the couch, anxiously leaning on his knees while watching the tv. Once he saw me he looked concerned and clicked off the tv.
“What’s wrong?”
I walked over and fell onto the couch. He wrapped one arm around me.
“It’s all too much,” I said, my eyes growing wet. Where was Caspian? Why hadn’t he come back? Should Pollux have really gone after him? How long had he been gone? Then everything started to pummel me. The camping trip, the hunters, the deaths, the splinter and caves, the ghosts, Makwa.
I pressed my face into Brandon’s neck and cried, my shaking fingers gripping his shirt. Both his arms wrapped around me tightly. He held on quietly, letting me cry on him. At some point, he pulled me into his lap and rocked me gently.
“I know, I know,” he said roughly. He did. He’d been through this all too. He’d lost people close to him and he’d made the same discoveries about the world I did too. That monsters existed, that we’d been living close to one for years.
