“Then come for me…come on me. Fucking release your juices all over my tongue,” he ordered before diving back in and continuing to eat me out, spreading my ass wide enough to get his face in there too.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes, please, oh fuck yes…more,” I moaned, cried, screamed as my body moved to its rhythm. My waistfound balance in the way his tongue moved, and his teeth pierced my skin…fuck…I could feel myself teetering on the edge, so close to falling over.
“I’m so…” I could barely get the words out when I felt another finger slide into my ass. The pressure, the stretch, was my breaking point.
“YES!’ I tore the rain in a scream as I jerked, coming as he had commanded. The roots wrapped around me held me tighter to the ground, rendering me helpless even in my own ecstasy.
“Oh, you needy fucking slut…letting death fuck you so good you’re begging for more,” he whispered, his hands finding my neck again, this time from behind, tilting my face upwards.
“Beg for death’s dick, Elena…beg to have me shove it up inside this perfect cunt,” he groaned in my ear, like a chilling sadistic breath of smoke against my ear. “Beg…” he said wickedly.
The maze was silent around me now, but behind me, the presence that had been chasing, commanding, and whispering to me was running the show. I could not see it, could not name it, but I knew it. I knew death had consumed me so much that it resurrected something I never knew I had inside me. I was trapped, lost, and…I didn’t care.
I surrendered, giving him exactly what he asked for. “Please, please fuck me from behind,” I cried, because fuck this…I needed him to do it! I was going to really die if he didn’t.
“That’s it…” I felt something brush along the entrance of my pussy. “Begging to be used by a ghost you can’t even see.”
“Yes…” I licked my lips, confirming everything he was saying about me. I kept my eyes shut from the rain, but my pussy stayed open, eager to welcome the dick that was teasing my entrance.
“Fuck, this cunt of yours, so wet, so tight…so fucking mine.” His grip on my neck tightened, his claws digging into my skin again, but this time, I welcomed it. I could barely see, barely breathe, and the roots dug into my flesh, pulling me downward.I didn’t fight them, I let the earth itself anchor me as if the maze had grown around me.
“Please, have me, death…” I whispered, anticipation pushing me to the very edge of life. Slowly, my walls spread, expanding more than they ever had in their lifetime. It was almost painful for the first two seconds and I sank my fingers into the mud, my knees pressing into the wet soil.
He pushed what was left of him inside me in one forceful and relentless thrust.
“Fuck!” he grunted. The sound of his eerily cold voice did something to me, causing me to arch better, giving him more room to take me.
“I will ruin your cunt, then I will ruin you,” the voice whispered again, sliding along my spine like liquid shadow. “Do I make myself clear?”
It did, and I nodded. That was all it needed before it pulled out so gently, then plunged back inside me. In a matter of seconds, the pace sped up, and with every thrust, he became more aggressive, relentless, and cruel. My mind stretched thin, and my pulse rose and fell with the rhythm of the storm and his thrusts.
“You wanted to see, didn’t you? What hides in the dark?” he whispered, his grip around my neck tightening even more, like it grounded him from destroying me before he was even done with me. “Now you’ve got it, Elena, buried deep inside your wet, slutty pussy,” it spat, and I couldn’t figure out what streamed down my neck, my own blood or the rain.
“Yes, please, please…fuck!” I cried, eyes shut as my pussy took all of him in. “Please, don’t stop haunting me,” I moaned through my tears, cutting through my fear and his own strange heat into my veins. I could feel it circling me, coiling in the spaces my body could not reach, and yet I shivered with anticipation, caught between panic and a pull I could not fight.A pull I desperately needed, even more than air. “Oh fuck, more, yes, just like that…mhmmm. Yes, yes, yes…”
“You shouldn’t tremble,” he said, almost kindly. “Not yet.” He released his grip around my neck, letting me gasp for air, not like I needed it in this moment. Because all I needed right now was him. Just him inside me, fucking me, using me, ruining me in all the sick ways he was.
“You called for something to touch you in the dark,” it whispered again, darker, more insistent. “And I answered.”
I shuddered as the air around me thickened, moving as the invisible hand pressed against the curve of my spine, brushing my hair out of the way, filling the space behind my ears with its cold insistence.
“You feel it,” it whispered. “You cannot hide from it, you cannot hide from me. Give yourself, and let go.”
And I did.
“I’m not scared anymore…I just want more,” I pleaded, pinned and trembling, surrendering to something I could not see and could not name, yet could feel in the marrow of my bones.
“Every breath you take belongs to me tonight,” it whispered, a dark promise and a command in one. “Now come for me, worship me, Elena.” He pushed into me, so hurtful, so merciless, so fucking perfect. I welcomed it, the way it sent me into a frenzy. I welcomed it all.
The words wrapped around me, spiraled through me, and I let them. “Fuck! Please, I’m going to, please don’t stop, yes, yes please!” I screamed, my pussy bleeding and weeping at the same time, but fuck, I took him, as he tore my walls, pulled my hair, and bent my back lower. I took him, as flesh bounced in the rain and my muscles loosened to let him fill me up with a rage I could relate to. I took him all. “Yes, yes, fuck! Mhmmm, more, more please!” I moaned, cried, and begged. “Just like that, fucking hell, yes, just like that!”
“Yes, do it! Come on death’s fucking dick, Elena,” he ordered, tugging my hair harder, drawing out a feeling that was deeper, beyond comprehension.
“Please…don’t stop…not now.” I jerked back and forth in a relentless motion as he fucked me, his dick filling me and opening something in me that was closer to an explosion.
“You’re not afraid anymore, are you? You’re addicted,” it mocked, hands back on my neck as my breasts clapped against my skin.
“I’m not…no. I’m addicted, please!” And just like that, I screamed through the storm, convulsing in a wave of aftershock, the kind my body had never known before.
