With a deep, savage roar, I bury both dicks balls deep and flood her insides—releasing thick, hot loads into both her holes until cum overflows and spurts out around my shafts in heavy, black rivers.
Only then do I withdraw, pulling my twin cocks out of her throbbing pussy and ass. I stare darkly as my tendrils unwind from her wrists and throat, letting her limp, twitching body collapse.
She lies there shuddering, eyes rolled back, drooling, and spasming uncontrollably—thoroughly fucked out and shattered.
I stand over her, chest heaving, ink dripping from my eyes as I admire my work.
And I’ve never felt so fucking powerful.
Both our eyes roll forward as I reach over and kneel on the bed. I turn her gently onto her back, and she rolls lifelessly. She’s puffing, her skin glistening with sweat as strands of dark hair stick to her flushed face.
Her eyes are wide and distant, staring at nothing and everything all at once. Her body still jerks with aftershocks, and as I gradually pull my senses out of her, I feel the burning pain starting to bloom again between her legs.
And I do something that actually weakens me.
My black hand sweeps gently over her swollen core and ruined ass. I close my eyes and begin draining the worst of her agony, pulling the hurt into myself.
My brows pinch tightly as it scorches through my veins like fire, but I take it anyway.
She’s not going to last long if I break her too quickly.
Her body gradually settles, the intense trembling easing into soft, exhausted twitches.
I ball my fist tightly, and a thin sheet rises from the foot of the bed, whispering through the air before draping gently over her frame.
My black eyes drift back to her pale, haunted face, and she’s already staring at me—not with pure terror this time, but with something closer to fractured recognition mixed with deep, instinctive fear.
Tell me, little light,I murmur in her thoughts.Who do you see when you look at me?
Her bottom lip trembles, fresh tears swelling in her eyes, but she doesn’t answer right away.
Why can I feed on your discomfort and fear so easily? Why are you so exposed to the dark? Who hurt you?
There’s a long quiet before she answers.
“Myhusband…” she admits aloud, her voice barely a whisper.
My throat bobs as I swallow, and nod once.
Now I understand.
That’s why she’s so scared… and why she looks at me with such painful confusion.
This is personal for her.
“Sleep,” I say lowly. “You’re going toneedit.”
My obsidian hand delicately strokes over her face, and when I pull it away, her eyes are already closed, slipped into a deep, merciful sleep under my control.
I remain kneeling beside her for a few more seconds, watching her breathe.
Interesting.
The end ofFXKIN ENTITYpart I
