“I’ll deal with him later,” Bane groans. “Fuck, you taste so good, Little Human. Why am I so addicted?”
I don’t have words to give him as he pushes his fingers inside of me, and my cock bounces with the force of his thrusts.
“I need more,” he grunts, ripping off my pants. Turning me around, he lifts me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist. “Listen for the sounds of cars as they collide together. That’s me also killing people. There’s nothing like a big city toreap souls. It makes me so fucking hard, and there’s no one to fuck afterward.”
Bane sounds like he’s complaining as he releases his large cock, and I can’t help but grin. It’s sadistic that I’m both amused and proud to be his post reaping fuck, yet maybe that’s my calling. I can’t turn back time. No one can.
I’ll happily get my ass pumped full of cum everyday after Bane makes his quota though. I don’t need money, and my entire life no longer matters.
The sooner I get on board, the sooner I get to lead a life of orgasms while my serial killer boyfriend kills people. I’m having a weird epiphany.
“Stop thinking so hard and relax so I can sink my cock into your ass,” Bane murmurs. “If you need meaning in your undead life, I’ll gladly fuck it into you.”
“Please fuck me!” I shout as he pulls me down his shaft. My ass swells around his thickness, but he won’t give me any time to get used to him. I cling to the burn, needing the place that exists between pleasure and pain.
Bane grunts and moans as he watches his cock disappear into my ass, and my cock continues to leak all over his chest.
“Such a greedy soul,” he groans. “You’ll take every inch, won't you? I wonder how big I can make my cock before you die?”
“Bane!” I scream, uncaring about the consequences as he fucks me.
He walks as he bounces me on his dick, pressing me against the window as people work.
“No one can see us,” he says. “No one gets to see what’s mine. You’re so fucking beautiful when you take my cock. Your unfocused eyes, the way you clench your jaw while I fuck you, it’s all so perfect. I’ve been watching you for a long time, planning the perfect death for you.”
“You really are a serial killer,” I whimper, uncaring that he killed me right now.
He’s taunted and teased me about it, and he was right there to pick me out of the pissy toilet bowl. I don’t think he thought that my odd luck would hold out as long as it did.
“Fuck yeah I am,” Bane says, his breaths coming faster. “I’ll kill to have you and to protect you. I can’t fucking think when you’re not with me. I plan to tease you with death for foreplay before I fuck you to death. It’s a fair trade, right?”
“You’re insane,” I whine, his cock destroying my ass in the best ways.
I cling to him as he fucks me, though I know he won’t drop me. My fingers sink into his silken hair, and his lips slant over mine to devour me. If I thought he was a soul eater rather than a collector, I’d say that he was trying to pull my soul from my body.
“Insanity is letting me fuck you, knowing that I’m going to lose control and kill you,” he says, his hand wrapping around my throat.
“It feels so good though,” I gasp.
His grin tells me that those words are probably a mistake as he tightens his hand on my throat. It’s sick, but I can feel my balls also getting heavy.
“You’re such a good boy for me, even when you’re goading me,” he praises. “Do you feel how happy my cock is to be inside of you?”
Bane is already slamming into my prostate, but I can feel his cock thickening to light up my nerve endings. I nod as much as his hand necklace will let me, and he moans.
“I fucking hate the thought of anyone else ever looking at you,” he says. “I want to kill them all, and present them to Lucifer to toss into the pits for unending suffering.”
Oh fuck. I think I’m finding that I have another kink. I love listening to Bane discuss razing the ground in my honor. My eyes roll back as I begin to come.
“Such a good little slut. I hate that I can’t suck your cock while fucking you. It’s so goddamned rude,” he grumbles.
Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead as he glides his finger up my shaft to catch some of my cum dripping down it before he licks it off.
“If I was an incubus, I’d force lust into you so you’d always be hard,” he says. I want to tell him that’s not a problem, but I don’t have the air to do so. My cock perks up though, very excited to hear more. “I’d make your asshole slick with its own lube, and you’d beg me to fuck you all day.”
His cock grows even larger inside of me, and I wonder if incubi can literally rearrange my insides when they fuck. Bane is more than enough demon for me. He already knows exactly how to play me like a fiddle.
“If you can come again before my cock ruptures your organs, we’ll get coffee and a donut from the kitchens when we get home” he promises. “Fuck, you’re milking my cock so good. Squeeze it harder, baby.”
