His deep, mocking laughter echoes in my ears—his cock, his blood, his weight. He’s consuming me.
He grunts in my ear as he plunges deeper.
“Please, stop!” His blood spills from my mouth. I’ve never felt so much pain, so many sensations. My body doesn’t know what to do. I’m being torn in half, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t stop.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight.” His pace picks up, my body rocking with every brutal thrust. “Your ass will be just as bloody. You’ve got two cherry pops tonight.”
Beneath the pain, beneath the rage and humiliation and fear?—
I feel the burn.
The sickening, undeniable heat that starts low in my belly. That creeps up my spine. It’s a slow, simmering ache that threatens to split me open and scatter my bones.
No…I cannot want this. I can’t.
But it’s there. My mind screamingno, no, no.
And my body?—
Yes, yes, yes.
His hand reaches under me and finds my clit.
“No!” My body jerks and thrashes. My hole clamping down on him, my pussy flooding with wetness.
He laughs in my ear. “That’s right. Come on my cock again as I rip your fucking asshole apart.”
I try not to, my thighs closing, my body going rigid. I don’t want it. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing my body wants him. But it doesn’t matter. My sick, fucked-up body doesn’t listen. It betrays me, aching in all the wrong places, desperate for more even as my mind screams no.
He groans in my ear, and the pleasure and pain become a symphony of torment.
I’m crying, shaking, and his fingers work my clit as my ass is forced to take every painful inch. It hurts so badly, and then his fingers are too good. I’m coming, screaming, and he laughs, his hips slamming forward, my body swallowing him whole. His cock twitches and jerks as his hot cum floods inside me.
The taste of his blood is thick on my tongue. It mixes with the taste of my tears.
He’s still inside me when his fingers slide back into my pussy, the soreness making me flinch.
He drags the sticky mess from between my legs and shoves his fingers against my lips. “Open your fucking mouth, whore.”
I whip my head away, the sting of humiliation making my stomach churn.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks back. My scalp screams. His face twists into something cruel.
“Open!”
I flinch at the sound of his roar—so loud, so sudden it shatters something in me. My lips part and he shoves two fingers in deep.
The taste—us—hits my tongue, and I gag.
“That’s what I fucking thought.” He grins and then shoves off me.
I gasp as his cock drags out of my ass, raw and stinging. Every inch of me throbs. My skin is on fire. I’m shaking—numb, hurting, sticky with cum, sweat, blood, and tears.
He doesn’t even look at me.
Just buttons his pants. Pulls on his shirt. Adjusts his belt while blood from his bite wound drips down his arm.
Something inside me begins to crack.
