“You make tearing the veils of the afterlife worth it, my brave girl. Come on me…come for me,” it whispered. I felt his words in my head, not my ears, and just like I said I would…I obeyed.
“Oh my…fuck! Oh yes! Please!” I arched into him, my shoulders pressing into the jam, into the shame, goo, and into utter surrender. I came uncontrollably, shaking as all my juices poured out of me…yet it didn’t stop. His nails dug deeper, andmore blood poured from my thighs as it kept eating me, and fuck I kept coming…for it,him…whatever the hell it was. I came hard for it.
“You taste like heaven and hell…all things sinful and holy, Elena,” it whispered, its tongue now trailing above my belly button.
“I…” I panted. “I…” Fuck, I shouldn’t be wanting this, but I couldn’t stop the need flowing through me. I tried, but I couldn’t. “Please…” I closed my eyes, arched my back and…
“I can see your deepest darkest thoughts, Elena. You do not need to beg for my cock, I would give it to you even in your fucking dreams.”
Fuck!
“That’s what you’ll be screaming when I fill you up. Now turn around for me, brave girl,” it instructed.
Like a fool, a horny, obedient fool, I found myself on all fours, ass up in the air, waiting for whatever was to come. This looked just like last night, but instead, the roots and vines didn’t need to keep me here. I was doing this willingly, all by my own freaking self.
“Your ass up in the air like that makes dying worth it,” it groaned, not giving me a second to process its words. The familiar sticky, cold feeling of the jam instantly hit my pussy again, the cold substance sending my head falling back, my eyes rolling and my back arching, all in one second.
“What are you doing to me?” I asked, unsure if the words even came out in an actual sentence.
“Showing you what living truly feels like.” Its fingers dragged a deep long line on my spine. The pain on my back somehow turned into pleasure between my legs. “Now take me, and let me hear you scream!” It pulled my hair with such force and so fast that my brain couldn’t catch up. Just when I thought it might, he shoved his cock right into my pussy, filling me up so fast, I swearit tore me.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed, in both pain and pleasure, shame and...confidence? I didn’t know what I was feeling anymore.
“Oh, but you can feel my cock right up your pussy, can’t you, my brave girl?”
That name and how he says it…I wasn’t brave, was I?
“Yes, yes I can,” I moaned, my body jerking as he fucked me, hard, rough, and fast, pulling my hair with every body-shaking thrust.
Fuck this was madness. Me on all fours, hair pulled back, back arched with my pussy filled, yet I could not see him. It was utter insanity.
“You’re my brave girl, troublemaker…Now let me hear you scream it.” It slammed into me harder, with more force than before, yanking my hair even tighter as it plunged deeper into me.
“I’m your…ughh,” I moaned, the words turning into sounds of pleasure as I tried to say them. I wasn’t brave, fuck, I was depraved maybe. Sick and insane, totally. But not brave…
“Say it!” It smacked my ass, hard, painful, stinging. I had somehow earned two slaps in one night, and it made me want more.
“I’m a…”
“No!” Another smack. Another forceful thrust. “Mine!” It pushed itself deeper, even though I didn’t think that was possible.
“Fuck! Yes, please, please,” I begged, wanting more of his cruelty, his mean, hurtful cruelty.
“You.”Thrust. Thrust.
“Are.”A smack. A thrust.
“MY.”A harder pull of my hair.A deeper thrust.
“Brave.” He let go of my hair, his hands finding my hips as they steadied me.
“Fucking girl!” He pulled me harder as he pushed deeper inside me, and I swear on all things unholy, something inside of me shifted. My bones? My womb? My fucking stomach? I fucking didn’t know and, help me universe, I didn’t care.
“Now fucking say it, Elena…or I swear, I’ll break more of your bones!” It thrusted deeper and harder…
“I’m…” I shut my eyes, too overwhelmed by everything he was making me feel. “YOUR…” I began to feel it, in the pit of my stomach, in my limbs. “Brave fucking…” I cried, real actual tears poured out of my eyes. His thrusts became relentless, like my confession pushed him over the edge, and he showed me, fuck he showed me. “Girl!” I cried out, loud, untamed and…confident.
Yes,confident. Something about this vile, evil moment made me more confident than I had ever been. In my skin, in my head, my thoughts…in everything. And it made me feel powerful, so erotic in a way that made me want to…
