No one can save him.
“Are you pleased, my pet?” the demon drawls into my ear, tendrils brushing away the sheets covering me.
I say nothing as I watch Etienne weep. I think he’s hyperventilating. He seems to be having trouble breathing and I shiver. My core pangs with a familiar hunger that has me shifting in the demon’s arms.
“Touch me,” I tell him.
The shadows never hesitate. They find their way over the flushed contours of my body. They curl around my breasts. Tease my nipples. Each flick is deliberate, coaxing without distracting me from the viper that slithers up Etienne’s thick, hairy leg.
Mine part wide for the tendrils that find my wet center.
“Let me hear him.”
He obeys immediately and the room vibrates with the howls and shrieks of a man on the verge of hysteria. Wide eyes stare at the serpent gliding up his thigh.
“No … no, please. No!”
I whine with pleasure as I’m invaded and my clit is stroked. My eyes nearly slip shut, but I force them open in time to watch Etienne make a stupid grab for the creature’s slithering body when it works its head into the hole of Etienne’s boxers.
I know what it’s going for, and I spread my knees wider. I sob when the shadows inside me move and pump. The skin over my pelvis bulges and ripples with the invasion, but I’m so close…
A snake with shiny green scales sinks sharp needle fangs into the back of Etienne’s hand. Stopping him from yanking the viper away from his crotch.
I snicker when he shrieks.
Blood wells from the pinpricks, but it’s the least of his problems when dozens more puncture and tear at his naked arms, his hairy chest.
His neck.
His face.
He’s bleeding and turning a patchy red. His screams are thin wheezes. But it blooms in a perfect crescendo when the viper finds its mark. Crimson bruises across the front of his boxers. Stains across the sheets. Etienne is nearly dead by the time the same viper, stained with red, glides up his chest and delves down the man’s throat.
I cum watching him seize and twitch. Blood and froth foaming at his mouth, dribbling down his chin. I clench around the pulsing tendrils moving inside me. My toes curl with the intensity.
Etienne Duval is a bloody, bloated lump across his ruined sheets. The snakes are all gone, but their tiny bites mar his swollen flesh.
“I want his eyes.”
They are already protruding from their sockets. And he no longer needs them.
“As you wish.”
He doesn’t release me. Doesn’t pull out of my opening. Never stops teasing my nipples. He continues to play with me while the slurp and pop sounds in the distance.
I don’t watch.
Not because the sight might sicken me, but his death was my goal. The eyes are merely a souvenir to show my boys.
“The night is young. Do you wish to get them all tonight?”
That had been the plan when I was set to do it on my own, but this was far better. I want this again. I want this rush. This satisfaction. I want to savor their suffering.
“Tomorrow.”
He doesn’t question my decision. Doesn’t seem to be in any hurry as he makes me cum again. And again, right there with Etienne Duval’s body growing cold a few feet away.
And I don’t want him to stop.
