Page 16 of Our Monstrous Hearts

I offer him a wordless acknowledgement while breathing through the pleasurable pain.

“I am going to start moving now, my dirty little angel.”

His words make me moan, and I don’t stop as he thrusts the bone in and out of my ass. I circle my clit with one hand while rubbing up and down my pussy, the combination deliciously sinful.

“Oh God,” I groan, my fingers working faster as I chase my climax.

“Good girl. I want you to come all over your fingers. Can you do that for me?”

I cry out in response. Izcacus continues to fuck the bone into my ass, working in tandem with my own frantic movements. I scream in ecstasy when the initial tremors of my orgasm bloom into overwhelming shockwaves, my legs shaking as bloody cum coats my fingers.

Exhaustion overtakes my body, and I slump over the headstone, my eyes feeling heavy.

Izcacus bundles me into his arms, lifting me like a bride, and I nestle myself comfortably against his chest.

“You did so well. You are perfect. Heaven sent you to me,” I hear him coo.

My chest grows warm at the praise, satisfaction heating my skin.

“Izcacus,” I mumble in the darkness, a yawn interrupting my words. “When can I touch you?”

The sounds of his steps across the ground lull me further, as does the gently swaying motion of being carried through the graveyard. I rest there, in the ethereal place between the realms of sleep and consciousness, for what feels like an eternity. I realize, in the last waking moment before sleep overcomes me, that Izcacus hasn’t answered.

Chapter X

The Monster

The moon glimmers in the sparkling midnight sky as we look up after spending another night together. Soon the sun will rise, and I will need to retreat into the darkest corners of the castle, seeking shelter until the safety of night falls once more.

The wind softly caresses Cassandra’s hair and her dress flutters behind her as she looks out over the horizon where broken towers pierce the foggy distance. Her hands settle on a balustrade wreathed in black-green ivy that curls around like delicate lace, leading to gargoyles that rest on either end. She looks like she is meant to rule me, this castle, and the world.

Anxiety feasts upon my bones because I want to ask her to stay. I need her to stay.

Below us, the thick mist resembles a tempestuous ocean mercilessly swallowing the land. I’ve stood on this balcony before, and it always felt like the world ends here. With Cassandra, though, it feels like everything is just commencing.

She is my beginning, my path to salvation, my moon and stars, and the light to my everlasting darkness. I have never been more certain of anything in my life.

As she turns to face me, I cannot help but smile. I do not like smiling, for my teeth are sharp and my gums are blackened by disease, but Cassandra uncovers joy in me. Even the most mundane things she can turn to magic with just one touch.

Her hands grip mine as she stares up at me with large, dreamy eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Cassandra murmurs, clutching my hands. “I need to go home.”

Home.

Home is where that beast of a man is, where misery suffocates her every breath.

The pain that erupts in my chest is like a thousand stabbing knives, only they are blunted with rust, and they tear me apart brutally as they hack off my flesh. I have never felt anything so excruciating in my long, long life.

Is this what it feels like to die?

She wants to leave.

She wants to leave me.

Is it because I am not good enough for her?

All I can do is nod, because my heart is tearing, and all that is left is desolation.