As I lie here, my head filled with fog, my pussy on fire, I force myself to remember what happened after I gulped down that Jack and Coke—the sound of unbuckling belts, the flame, the man’s face when I called out Mastyx’s name, fire everywhere, but none of it burned me.
Did he kill them all?
“Mmm,” Mastyx moans. “Yes…every one of them. They were going to hurt you....” His cock presses deep inside me, and I grip his ass tightly, digging my nails into his tender human flesh. His fingers feed into my hair and twist against my scalp. “…and I’m the only one allowed to hurt you.”
I scream, the penetrating pain pulsating through me as he slams into me hard over and over and over again. His palm slaps against my mouth, and his eyes stare deep into mine. It’s as though he wants to see my fear, witness my pain, remindingme he’s the one with all the power—the one capable of taking my life.
He’s the only one I need to fear, not the men in the bar, not some sexual deviant in a bathroom.
Him.
I must never allow myself to forget what he is beneath the false skins he wears.
He eases up and uncovers my mouth, his rhythm slowing, becoming tolerable, gentle. The jolting, fiery pain inside me subsides, his cock healing me from the inside out, allowing the pleasure to consume me.
“I’ve saved your life, Little Sinner. They were going to kill you. I read their minds as I sucked out their souls.” His cock slides out of me, and he sits on my abdomen, straddling me. “Now, you will taste them, their sins, my flavor. Open your mouth.”
I pant heavily, caution screaming through my ears, but the fear in my veins steadily drifts away. I do as he asks. I owe him after all. Exhaustion has my body relaxed, and my jaw naturally drops open.
He takes his hand and pulls my jaw down further, feeding his massive cock into my mouth. I gag and try pushing it out with my tongue, but he pushes it down my throat. It takes all the strength I have left to raise my hands. I just touch his hips, when his fingers tighten like vises around my wrists, slamming my arms back to the earth and thrusting his cock deep into my throat. I can’t breathe, but it doesn’t stop him from pumping into my face, fucking my mouth.
Spots dance before my eyes, the lack of oxygen tightening my chest, making me desperate for air. I gaze up at him with wide-eyed panic right before salty liquid, hot and thick, fills my palate and tears stream down my face.
I’m drowning, but he doesn’t pull out. He moans and groans as the fluids continue to flow down my throat and fill my mouth, overflowing around the edges of my lips.
“Swallow me,” he demands, releasing my wrists from his grasp.
I can’t do it, not while his cock is obstructing my airway. I take both hands and push him hard, forcing his cock from my throat. His hand cups over my mouth and nose. “Swallow me, Little Sinner.”
My throat tightens, but I manage to force down a small amount of his cum. When he releases my face, I hurl it back up, coughing and gagging. It spills from my mouth, thick and vile. The contents of my stomach retch and hurl until there is nothing left but dry heaves. I gasp for air, taking several deep, heavy breaths that give me a headrush.
He grabs my throat, gripping it gently. “Good girl.” His tongue extends from his mouth and laps up my cum filled vomit. It slides across my neck, face, and breasts, removing every ounce, every trace of the vile fluids. “Your turn, Little Sinner.”
I can barely move, my body worn out, and still fighting against the drugs I ingested, but that doesn’t stop him. He sits back, grabs me around the waist, lifting me from the cold, damp earth and placing me on his abdomen. Before I can even draw in a breath, he grips my ass and lifts my body up and onto his face, spreading my legs wide open. He grips my hips and forces his tongue deep inside me. I rock into him, my mind drifting off to somewhere unknown as my body runs the show. I fuck his face hard, the way he fucked mine, suffocating him, the way he did me.
I like it. No…I fucking love it. All the fear and doubt I once felt floats away from me as my carnal need takes over.
His lips wrap around my clit and suck it hard as he presses a finger into my ass. I ride his human head, under the stars,beneath the wispy clouds, my nipples hardening as another plane flying extremely low crosses over us.
What the fuck? I peer over my shoulder.
We are in a field beside a landing strip. We are fucking, completely naked, on an airfield. Although we are hidden in the shadows, the thought that someone might see us excites me even more, making me lose my last bit of self-preservation. I call out to him. “Oh, Mastyx, make me fucking cum.”
His fingers yank from my ass, and without warning, he pushes me off his face. Suddenly, I’m airborne, slamming hard onto my spine, knocking the wind out of me. He dives between my legs, his tongue plunging deep inside me, his tail fluttering rapidly as it enters my ass.
I grip his human hair, forcing him in and out of me as I lift my hips into his face. Tingling races through my thighs, and I burst, my juices squirting across his cheek, glistening in the moonlight, but I don’t let him stop. I never want this feeling to end. He tries lifting his head, but I push his head back between my legs, forcing him to keep his head down, licking and lapping up the juices covering my sensitive clit.
Something is seriously wrong with me. How could I possibly like this…no love this? How could I not be afraid of what’s happening to me? My body and mind work independently of each other. Everything inside my head tells me this is wrong, but my body longs for him to continue, to ravish me so I can be in this heavenly state for eternity.
Things are changing. I’m changing. I’ve gone from doing whatever he wants to stay alive to wanting to do whatever he wants so he can do these sinful things to me. I need him—long for him, but my longing, my desire, comes at a cost.
Someone else’s life.
A plane skids to a stop in the distance as my body empties my liquid desire once more into Mastyx’s mouth. He clenchesmy ass cheeks and consumes me before pushing me sideways into the grass. We lie there, side by side, staring up at the stars. I pant, my rapid breaths floating in a staggering fog above us, fighting to keep my eyes open. Exhaustion and grogginess from the lingering effects of the drugs weigh my body down.
“Contessa, why did you risk summoning me in such a dangerous manner?” He stands, towering over me, his cock juices singeing the grass beneath him, his eyes scanning the landscape.
He called me by my first name, not Little Sinner. I sit up on my elbows, feeling like a child who’s about to be scolded by her parents. “I took that risk for you.”
