Page 6 of Our Monstrous Hearts

It feels like I’ve entered a demonic cult, and I now know that I’m not dreaming. The monster has taken me. The monster that haunts Rose Falls.

My mind could never imagine scenes so wicked, so sinful. The noises are too vivid. Skin slapping skin, moans laced with lust, desire whimpering as bodies move.

I want to look away.

But I can’t.

I’ve never seen anything like this before.

The smell of sweat and sex clings to my skin. My gaze wanders, lips parting as I watch six crimson-horned demons take a woman from behind, her face contorted in pleasure.

Heat courses through my body, yet I shiver as I watch the woman cry out, my quiet gasps vocalizing in time with each thrust that the demons give her. A strange thought crosses my mind. I want to be her.

All I have ever known of sex is pain. Clayton taught me that it is my duty to give, that a woman’s job is to make the man feel good. I didn’t know it could be like this, that I could find pleasure. That they could worship me.

My teeth nibble into my bottom lip as I watch bodies slip and slither around and into each other.

I have to be in hell. That is the only reasonable explanation.

Clayton has killed me like he always promised, and my punishment is an afterlife carved from flesh and sin. There is no love in a place like this. Only hunger, and these demons will consume my soul if I offer it to them. The choice is tempting.

My chest arches as I watch tails tease forbidden holes, circling the skin, building anticipation. My lust quells to disbelief and uncertainty. They can’t mean to…

My mouth drops open as two tails slide inside the woman’s puckered hole, penetrating, filling her. It looks like it should be painful. Still, her eyes roll back, telling me that it’s anything but agony.

Whips crack in time with the flames, the unholiness whispering in an attempt to persuade me to join them in depravity.

I want to get closer.

I shouldn’t get closer.

Clayton taught me not to want this, that a woman’s desire should not exist. Yet watching everyone so blissfully free, I wonder if it’s exactly what I want.

If I offer myself, if I take a taste of this devilish heaven, it would mean permitting the demons to do anything they like. It would mean that I could feel something other than pain.

I squirm as I watch, fascinated by the demons and the woman. Desperation claws at me and heat pools between my thighs in a ravenous ache I don’t understand.

Snake-like hisses ripple around me, pulling my focus away from their perverted performance.

Shock surprises me as I look around, my lips widening, my breathing turning to panting at what I see.

Demons approach from all sides, male and female, moving towards me like I am their prey, like they are ready to devour me alive.

My fingers dig into my flushed, sweat-slicked thighs as they advance with forked tongues flicking out to tease, taunt, tempt. My heartbeat pounds, in fear, but also anticipation.

My gaze falls to a demoness, tracing her naked body with my eyes. I shouldn’t be staring so openly, but I can’t help it. Look away, I tell myself.

The way she moves is hypnotic, slow and confident, her hips swaying with each step. Her body’s lush curves captivate me. The fullness of her breasts entices me. She’s a goddess. A debauched goddess, but a goddess all the same. I want her. The thought comes out in a whisper.

My mouth dries as hunger flickers behind her gaze; it’s as if my body has the same seducing effect on her.

She reaches for me, and then all their hands are touching me, marking me.

They explore, leaving a trail of burning sensation as they caress, rub, grip. My eyes flutter shut, enjoying how each touch sets my body alight with pleasure.

The demons shift from using their hands to ravaging me with their tongues. They’re unafraid to lick, nibble and suck against my most sensitive parts.

My core throbs, becoming unbearable, so I rub my hands along my thighs, trying to relieve the ache, my desperate cries growing louder and louder as I writhe under their attention.