Chapter Twenty-Nine
Feeling Helena clench her muscles around my cock would be my undoing.
She began to grind her hips on me, chasing her own pleasure, and dragging her nails up my back. I could feel her breaking my skin over the scars I had from my father, and the sensation was euphoric. For the first time, I wanted her to touch my scars; I wanted her to cut me so deep that she made my scars her own.
Because of my father’s blood underneath me, I began to slip. Reaching out to the side, my palms planted on the floor in the pooling blood surrounding us, and I shifted slightly. Leaning back onto my father’s lifeless body, I slid my bloody palms up Helena’s thighs, leaving behind a trail of crimson on her pale skin.
Releasing my neck, Helena reached behind her to prop herself up on my thighs as she started to bounce herself up and down on my length. Gripping her plump ass with my bloody hands, I guided her body, pulling her down onto me.
“Fuck, Helena. Just like that,” I whimpered as she took control, grinding her hips on me. Planting my feet on the floor, I thrusted my hips, slamming my cock into her wet pussy.
“Camden,” she groaned, digging her fingernails into my thighs.
She started to slip, and she caught herself with her left hand to the floor, right in the middle of the pool of blood surrounding us. With a lustful grin, she slid her bloody hand up my chest; her eyes were laser focused on the trail of my father’s blood she left behind on my skin.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I groaned, tossing my head back as she arched her back, pressing her breasts into my face.
Propping my hands up on my father to sit up straighter, I greedily licked and nipped at her flesh as she continued grinding on my cock. I couldn’t help but feel like she was holding back, and that wouldn’t do at all. I wanted her, all of her; darkness and all.
“Give it to me, Helena. Give me all of you. Stop hiding from me,” I groaned, and her hooded eyes met mine.
“Camden, I…”
Laying back completely onto my father’s body, my bloody hands found her hips again, guiding her to slide her hips forward, giving her clit the pressure she needed to shatter. Sliding my hands back to her ass, I gripped her flesh, forcing her to continue sliding her pussy on my length, bringing her to the edge of her climax.
“I said give it to me, Helena.” I slapped her ass hard, forcing her to fall forward to prop herself up on my chest. “Please, baby, give me your darkness. Show me…” I smacked her ass again, giving my perfect little masochist the pain I knew she craved.
“M-More… Please…” Her body trembled as she leaned her body forward, pressing her chest onto mine, sliding her knees forward so she could bounce that perfect ass on my length.
“You want more pain, Doctor?” I growled through clenched teeth as I slapped her ass in the same spot, gripping her tender flesh as hard as I could.
“Y-Yes! Fuck! Don’t stop… don’t stop.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as I dug my nails into her skin. I could feel my nails cutting into her flesh, and she cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I felt her pussy tighten on my cock, and I forced her to stop moving as soon as she was about to come.
“I said give me everything, Doctor. You want to come?”
“Y-Yes, god, yes,” she shamelessly whimpered, desperate for release.
“Give it to me, Doctor. Be a good girl for me and give it to me,” I moaned before pulling her closer to me so I could sink my teeth into her neck.
“F-Fuck, Camden. I-I can’t,” she cried as I bit down harder, breaking her skin in between my teeth until I could taste her blood on my tongue.
Releasing her, I trailed the tip of my tongue along her wound.
“Show me, baby, please. Open that last door in your mind, let me in,” I whispered in her ear as her hot tears fell onto my cheeks.
She was able to open the door to my darkness, gently coaxing it out of me until I succumbed to it—to her—finally feeling whole. I wanted the same for her; I wanted her darkness to dance with mine, molding together in our perfect, twisted harmony.
Pushing herself up so we could lock eyes, I could see in her intense emerald eyes the battle she was fighting in her mind; the same battle I fought until she freed me. Now, it was my time to free her.
“I see you, Helena,” I whispered, cupping her cheeks. “Be free… Be free with me.”
“I-I killed them. I waited for the Butcher—for Franklin—to dump his victims, so I could mimic them. They all deserved it. I never killed any innocents. Just the sick fucks that escaped justice…” Her body trembled as she finally opened up to me, “I harvested organs, limbs, to eat… I just…”
Not allowing her to continue, I pulled her lips to mine, devouring her mouth and swallowing her moans. Breaking our kiss, I cupped her cheeks.
“My love,” I whispered, her body trembling again. “I’m fucking starving…”
Her eyes darkened as I pulled her mouth to mine again.
Sitting up tall, she reached to her side, holding up my father’s severed arm.
“Open,” she commanded, and I obeyed. I bit down on my father’s flesh, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “Such a good fucking pet,” she moaned, ripping his arm away from my mouth, leaving behind a chunk of skin in between my teeth.
Cupping my cheeks, she lowered her mouth onto mine, taking the chunk of flesh into her own teeth. The sight of my dark queen, with the flesh in between her teeth, sent a tidal wave of lust throughout my body. Unable to keep her waiting any longer, my hands found her hips again, encouraging her to move on my cock again.
Spitting out my father’s flesh, her eyes found mine again, and I could see her shift; her darkness was freed.
“Ride me, baby. Take what you want from me,” I whispered, and she pressed her palms onto my chest, sitting up tall, and bounced her perfect ass on my cock.
Reaching a bloody hand forward, circled her clit with my thumb as she continued her movement.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” I groaned as her muscles began to clench down on me.
Bringing her bloody hands to her chest, she cupped her own breasts, tossing her head back as she groped herself, spreading my father’s blood on her chest.
“God, you’re so perfect, Helena.” I groaned as my climax neared. “Get off me and lay on my father so I can fill up that perfect cunt with my come,” I commanded, and she immediately obeyed, lifting herself off my cock, and switching places with me.
Pressing her hips open, I sank my cock into her again, pulling her into me to meet my thrusts.
“Camden… Fuck!” Helena cried out as I continued pressing and circling her clit.
“That’s it, baby, come for me while I breed your perfect cunt,” I groaned. The images of her womb swollen with my child flashed in my mind again, sending me spiraling over the edge.
Helena cried out as her pussy clenched down on my cock as I came with her, pressing my cock into her as deep as I could.
Coming down from our highs, we locked eyes. Leaning forward, I kissed my dark queen with all the love I had in me.
“We need to move,” Helena whispered, out of breath. “We can’t leave Franklin here like this.”
Withdrawing my softening cock from the warmth of her pussy, I sat back on my heels. She was right. We had a lot of cleaning up to do.
I stood on shaky legs, reaching a hand out to her and helping her stand. She smirked at me as she walked over to a door behind us.
“Here,” she said, tossing me a towel. “I have a closet here,” she chuckled, noticing my confusion. “We can shower when we’re done here, but we need to get dressed,” she said, wiping herself off.
Disappearing into the closet again, she emerged with a black, thin-strapped tank top. She reached to the floor for the skirt she was wearing, pulling it on. Just knowing she wasn’t wearing panties under her skirt had me half-hard already.
I pulled on my slacks and my button-up shirt, leaving it unbuttoned since most of the buttons were torn off.
“Alright, what’s the plan, Doc—”
“Don’t fucking move,” a strange, yet vaguely familiar voice growled from the doorway. Both of us turned around to find a strange woman aiming a gun in our direction. She looked familiar.
“Who the fuck are you?” I hissed, standing in front of Helena, shielding her body.
“That’s no way to talk to your aunt, boy,” the woman said through clenched teeth.
“Aunt Deborah?” I asked, my head tilting slightly in confusion.
“Wh-What the fuck did you do to Franklin?!” she asked nervously, cocking her gun.
“He attacked my girl, so I killed him,” I said, clenching my fists at my side, stalking closer to her. “And what the fuck are you doing here? Here to finish the job?”
“Don’t fucking move, Camden.” Her pathetic voice cracked, the gun wavering in her shaky grip.
“Get the fuck out of here, and you won’t have to join him,” I growled. Helena caught up to me, placing a gentle hand on my wrist.
“You heard him, get out and we can forget you were ever here,” she said, standing at my side, hugging my arm.
“Y-You… I know all about you, you sick cannibal bitch,” Deborah said, shifting her aim to Helena.
“Deborah,” I warned, stepping forward again.
“Camden, it’s alright, let’s just—”
A deafening gunshot echoed throughout the room. A thin trail of smoke floated up from the barrel of Deborah’s gun, and I looked around, confused. Deborah’s eyes were wide as she stared at Helena, and I turned to look at her.
Helena dropped my hand and stumbled backwards a few steps, bringing her hands to her stomach. Genuine fear shone in her eyes as she tried to hold my gaze. Looking down at her hands over her stomach, they were soaked in blood, and she fell backwards to the floor.
“Helena!” I cried out, falling to my knees beside her, pressing my hands onto her stomach, keeping pressure on her wound.
“C-Camden…” she groaned and coughed. “I-I love you…” She exhaled one last time, as her head fell to the side, a single tear falling down her cheek as her eyes closed.
“Helena… N-No… Please,” I sobbed, cupping her cheeks with my bloody hands as a small pool of blood formed underneath her lifeless body.
“S-Stay where you are” Deborah stammered as I rose to my feet; my darkness and rage consumed my mind and body.
Turning to face Deborah, I charged at her. She fired a shot that grazed my cheek, and another that connected, forcing me to fall backwards to the floor next to Helena.
“I fucking told you,” she said as she stepped toward me, standing at my side, and looking down at me. “Look what you made me do, you foolish boy.”
“F-Fuck… You,” I groaned and coughed. I could taste my own blood on my tongue as my vision began to blur.
“Franklin was right about you,” Deborah spat. “Weak, pathetic, psycho fucker and—”
Deborah was interrupted mid-sentence as another gunshot rang out. Her body fell harshly to the side, and I turned my head, trying to see who was standing in the doorway.
“Agent Sullivan!” Helena’s assistant Elaine called out, dropping a gun, rushing to my side and falling to her knees.
“Elaine?” I coughed as she pulled my open shirt away from my torso, trying to find my wound.
“Shh, I got you. Try to relax. Help is coming…”
Her words trailed off in my mind as the darkness threatened to consume me completely. Turning my head toward Helena’s lifeless body, I weakly reached my hand out to hers, interlacing our fingers.
“H-Helena… I love… I love you too,” I whispered, as the pool of blood forming underneath my body met hers, connecting us forever in death.
“Camden! Stay with me!” Elaine cried out, her voice muffled in my ears as my eyes fluttered closed, succumbing to the darkness with Helena.