Her little clit has been chopped away, but deep beneath the mutilated skin, those delicate nerves are still very much alive… twitching, sensitive, and ready to be tormented.
A low, hungry growl escapes my chest.
I wrap my senses tight around those brittle nerve endings where her clit once was like its own lips.
Then they suck, hard.
Still hovering above her, her spine arches off the bed with a sickening crack, her body seizing as if electrocuted.
A gurgling scream rips out, tearing her lips wider open asI latch onto those mangled, hypersensitive stumps and destroy them with ravenous hunger.
And the sensation I’m feeding off her is fucking exhilarating.
Her pleasure, her pain, and her raw fear flood into me all at once. A delicious, addictive cocktail that makes my cock throb painfully and my tendrils twitch with ecstasy, and I drink it down like the finest nectar.
Two thick tendrils whip out from my back and coil around her thighs, wrenching her legs so wide apart that her hips creak and the tendons strain near snapping.
Now her pussy is completely exposed, puffy, scarred, and smeared with uncontrollable come, I vibrate and crush those ruined nerves without mercy, forcing her body to betray her completely.
Her back bows impossibly high as a violent orgasm explodes through her, and thick arcs of come spray out of her cunt, splattering across the sheets in powerful jets.
The moment she finishes, I don’t stop.
I start again immediately—sucking harder, vibrating faster, grinding those raw pleasure centres into oblivion.
At the same time, I rub her scarred g-spot viciously from inside her body with my thoughts alone, until another earth-shattering climax rips through her before the first even ends.
Then another. And another. Each climax more brutal than the last.
Her body jerks uncontrollably, squirting come every few seconds, soaking the bed beneath her in betrayed puddles of her own juices.
I moan deeply, lost in the sensation of her torment, consuming every devastating wave of ecstasy and terror flooding out of her.
More.I need so much fucking more.
But I don’t.
That was enough… for now.
I withdraw unhurriedly, pulling my senses out of her thumping core, and I release full control of her body, letting it fall limp beneath me.
Her eyeballs roll forward again, and the white glow fades from my eyes, plunging the room back into darkness.
She just stares up at me, wide-eyed and shattered, her gaze frantically circling my face as if searching for some trace of mercy that will never exist.
Her thoughts are suddenly locked away, seemingly blank, silent, and deliberately hidden from me. Yet her eyes scream a thousand things I can’t fully decipher yet.
Terror, hatred, and broken confusion.
Her breathing is rapid and torn as my tendrils finally release her thighs, slowly unravelling and slithering back beneath my skin.
With a single razor-sharp claw, I reach down and slice a deliberate line down the center of her white silk dress. Then, with a cold breeze, the fabric whispers apart.
She lies rigid beneath me, chest winded, as the icy air washes over her, and reveals her perky tits.
One nipple stands sharp, but the other is completely gone, leaving just a brutal, puckered scar in its place.
Angry slashes of old wounds mar her pastel skin. And for one treacherous second, something almost like curiosity flickers inside me.
