Pounding in rapid fire thrusts, I find my release and shoot every drop of my cum in her as she screams, gripping my hair, my neck—her fingers pulling, her nails raking as she breaks over and over again. The ecstasy shimmers all over her face.
And through all the blood, scars, and tears, I see her very soul shook loose. I catch it, claim it, and…
I fucking keep it.
45
Rory
THE ANIMAL INSIDE ME NEEDS TO FEED.
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“3rd Degree Burns”
Jude wanted to treat her, but Raphael said nothing other than the antiseptic to clean the area.
There’s poetry in the swollen wound. A mark she’ll carry forever.
At least the blood from the arrow slowed by the time Raphael finished fucking her.
In the meantime, Seth and I have collected the necessary switches. The arrow was her biggest punishment, but now? Time for some good ol’ fashioned Kinship punishment. Two weeks of her spinning about in those pretty fairy dresses and skirts. Two weeks of nonstop humming outside my butcher shop. Two weeks of holding back whenever she asked how my ear was healing.
The animal inside me needs to feed. And tonight? I’m getting that pussy.
My prick has been hard since we cut off her clothes, and she was naked in the muck like a banshee rising out of a bog. Even like this—her body covered in mud and grime—the rain soaking her, she’s a feast for the eyes. Tender, ripe, little feast.
I comb a hand through my wet hair, pushing it out of my face and rubbing a hand down my face, wiping away the rain.
Between the two trees is perfect. Raphael had his type of flawless fuck. Now, she’s trussed up like a sacrifice for us gods. I remember how the animals look when Raphael hauls them in, bodies slack, blood wet and steaming in the cold, eyes wide and shining. All ready for me to field dress.
None ever as lovely as my little Lass. Her skin gleams from the rain. Love how her chest rises and falls, her tits jiggling with every shudder. She’s shivering, trembling. Rain streaks down her face, washing the mud and tears on her skin into the earth.
We will strip her apart differently.
Thick ropes circle her thighs, a padded thigh sling stretching them, spread nice and wide for us. Of course, Jude would come prepared, other than just his medical necessities.
Her body forms a subtle, graceful curve.
Her hair clings to her face in purple-black strings, her lashes trembling under the weight of water and exhaustion. But it’s those hazel orbs—still burning, still fighting—that set my teeth on edge. And my cock throbbing.
God, I love that fire in her. Love how her hair falls all the way down to her waist like it’s her royal cape. Just makes her skin look whiter, like something pure, and highlights her delicious curves.
I circle her, slow and steady, boots squelching in the muck. A wolf waiting for her last bit of defiance to die.
“Kinship discipline,” Raphael reminds us all as we gather, each holding our own switches. That means only a little blood. The arrow did its work enough on her.
“You need to feel it, Girly,” Vincent tells her, tugging the rope tighter, making her shoulders strain.
“Remember where you belong,” Jude adds.
“Andwhoyou belong to,” Raphael finishes.
I drag a branch behind me, the thin switches hissing against the ground like snakes. I see the shiver run through her—not from the cold. From knowing what’s coming.
“I’m going to cut your dicks off and use them to play pin the tail on the assholes!” she exclaims right before Seth gags her. Protecting her teeth. Not trying to silence her. She moans and cries, the sounds muffled.
I shouldn’t have expected her to lower her chin, to sink her shoulders, or bow her head in regret. Not my little Firecracker. The Queen of us freaks. No, her eyes grow sharper, catching the lightning, throwing the reflection back.
