“I can feel your squirt building, my brave girl. Prove to me just how fucking dirty you are,” it commanded, and fuck, it was the breaking point for me.
Being called brave and dirty did something for me, to me. My pussy began to hurt in a way that only brought intense pleasure and made me want to do whatever he asked of me.
“I’m gonna…oh please, don’t…don’t…yes…just like that. Yes!” I cried, moaned, and begged. Fuck I was dirty and…so fucking brave to be wanting more. Telling him what to do, but still he did it.
He didn’t stop, he did the exact opposite, he pulled my hair tighter. I was sure he would yank it all out of my scalp, but I didn’t care. I felt his other hand spreading my cheeks open, giving himself room to go deeper, and deeper he went.
Fuck, I felt him in ways a woman should never feel man. But he wasn’t a man, was he? Yet I felt him buried so deep inside me, I cried even harder, shook uncontrollably until…
“I’m coming…I’m co…oh fuck please! Yes, yes, yes yes!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as my legs began to jerk. My body convulsed as I fell flat to the ground, my breasts and stomach covered in jam now that my limbs had given out. Liquid gushed out of me as I came harder than I’d ever come before. But that didn’t stop him for a damn second. If anything, it fueled him on.
“Yes, yes…that’s it, brave girl, that’s it.” He kept fucking me, harder, as I squirted in the living room I grew up in, and like an animal, he kept fucking me.
“Fuck…yes. You’ve made death worth every second,” he groaned, pushing himself deeper inside me as I felt something pour out of him and into me.
Again…he was coming inside me…again!
“Yes, yes, please,” I moaned with the last shred of strength left inside my body as he filled me up with his cum.
After three more deep thrusts, he stopped and everything went silent.
How long had we been at this?I could only wonder.
“Four hours, brave one. Four hours,” he answered, and as insane and maddening as that sounded, I found myself smiling.
“Rest now…find me again soon.” And with that, my eyes began to close.
I lay in a pile of jam, mixed with my sweat, squirt, and his cum…and for the second time in a long time, I felt alive. Dying looked like a crime I didn’t want to ever commit after feeling all he had to give me.
Chapter Nine
damian
The clang of metal fadedbefore I could even drop the dumbbell. My chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, as hot breath escaped my mouth into the cool air of the gym, accompanied by the music pulsing low in my headphones. The place smelled like iron and sweat; someone definitely needed to start re-spraying some of that fancy disinfectant.
“Yo, that’s your fifth set,” Jay called, leaning against a bench with a water bottle in his hand. “You training for an exorcism or a triathlon?”
I shot him a grin as I wiped the sweat off my jaw with the edge of my towel. “You never know which one the day would call for.”
He snorts, tossing his bottle cap at me. “You need help, man. It’s the holidays, and normal people are out there eating pies, not benching demons.”
“They pay better,” I shot back, and Marcus laughed from across the room.
“Are you hiring?” Leo asked, and we burst into a fit of laughter.
The four of us, Jay, Marcus, Leo, and I had been doing this same post-workout ritual for years. Same gym, same teasing, same feeling that the world slows down here, and for a guy whose nights usually involved curses and flickering lights, normalcy like this felt like a gift, like a luxurious gift indeed. After we finished our sets, we went straight to hit the locker room, filling the air with steam and conversations about everyone’s New Year’s Eve plans. Marcus had already got that smug look, the one that says he’s got a lake house and too many bottles of whiskey already waiting for us.
“My mom keeps asking about you idiots,” he said, slamming his locker shut. “She still thinks you’re all my college roommates who failed out.”
Leo laughed. “That’s…not entirely wrong.”
Then Jay turned to me, and I already knew what he was going to say or ask. “You coming this time, D? Or you got another ‘haunted freezer’ or ‘possessed attic’ lined up?” he teased. Aside from working at the construction site every Saturday, I was mostly doing this, inspecting “haunted freezers” or “possessed attics.” I had thought of quitting a few years back, when this so-called gift became a curse, but when I checked just how much I made from it, I reconsidered my options, and now…now I was glad I didn’t quit.
I shook my head, smirking. “You make it sound like I pick these things.”
“You do,” Marcus countered. “You want the freaky ones. Just admit it.”
He’s not wrong, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “Someone’s gotta handle them.”
