Chapter Two #4
All that bullshit at being better...it all collapsed inward.
My pace increased as I rode the woman who’d freed me.
My body sank into hers. Over and over. Driving in and out, relentless with primal pounding. The faster I fucked her, the more my mind became a smoking wasteland. A battleground where I’d slaughtered my past and stood victorious on the pile of my defeated bones.
I no longer needed such fragile, frivolous things.
I didn’t need them because...I was no longer human.
My lips pulled back as I sank on my heels and thrust up. Ily bounced in my hold as I jack-knifed into her again and again.
My eyes fell on the cuts I’d given her. No longer bleeding, her skin glowing angry and red. Each laceration looked like red liquorice—lashes of addictive bitter sugar just for me.
Falling on her neck, I tongued the small wound and groaned as her entire body shuddered against mine.
She didn’t speak. Didn’t react.
But I felt her.
Inside me.
Around me.
Her soul and her body, stealing all of me just like I’d stolen all of her.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned as every muscle clenched, climbing up that delirious mountain where bliss could turn a man mad.
My mouth hovered over Ily’s. Our lips parted, breaths mingling.
All it would take was a tip of my chin and I’d claim yet another piece.
A kiss.
A wet, deep, vicious kiss.
But...something stopped me.
Our eyes locked, scattering the urge and giving me a far more urgent one.
I begged to see her cry.
I wanted to drink down her sadness just like I’d drunk down her essence.
I needed her to cry.
To complete my transformation and ensure I never forgot just how untouchable I was. How utterly invincible I was now that I was me. The true me. The monster I could never quite tame.
Even as I thrust into her hard and fast, and her eyes glowed with unwanted pleasure, she withheld her grief. For the first time since we’d met, she had control over her sorrow, and it fucked me off that she denied me.
The longer I stared at her, the quicker our bodies collided.
Her teeth clamped into her bottom lip, and my forehead crashed on hers as I threw every shred of my hell-damned soul into this.
This moment of absolute awakening.
I’d never been so profoundly, so painfully aroused.
So aware of everything.
Every slide and slip. Every ripple and flutter. Every grunt and gasp.
No thoughts. No ethics. Nothing to ruin the absolute perfection of this moment.
So many layers of freedom.
So many levels of release.
Ah fuck.
That word triggered another release.
One that’d haunted me since the moment I’d first punctured Ily’s virgin skin.
Blinding, brutalizing pleasure shot down my spine and curdled between my legs. Tighter, stronger, it festered in my belly, snarling to obliterate.
I held off for as long as I could.
I rode Ily for as long as possible.
I never wanted to leave this nirvana.
But as Ily struggled and her voice once again slipped into a language I couldn’t understand, I was no longer the Master but at my monster’s mercy.
My shoulders rolled. My breath caught. My entire body quaked with sweet, savage agony. I roared as my balls tightened, cock thickened, and jets of crippling, consuming rhapsody shot out of me.
Ily cried out as I spilled inside her.
Her eyes closed as I jerked and shivered in the throes of the best fucking orgasm of my life.
I couldn’t breathe as I kept twitching, totally consumed with how liberating it was to come with blood on my tongue and truth in my twisted heart.
All other climaxes paled.
None of them ever granted me such transcendent peace.
As the last pulse of my pleasure subsided and I focused slowly on the room full of a thousand dead creatures, I froze, just for a second.
A familiar second.
One where my tongue turned sour, just waiting for nausea to pounce.
I tensed against the noxious sickness that always made me pay.
But...nothing.
Blissful, wonderful nothing.
For the first time in my godforsaken life, my stomach growled for a different reason. Not to throw up the awful things I’d done but to fucking celebrate.
Hunger shakes caught me unaware.
My body chose that exact moment to make me stumble beneath starvation.
With a grunt, I withdrew from Ily and tripped away from the cross.
Keeping her eyes on the floor, she drew her free leg to her other, contorting her body to an uncomfortable angle as she crossed her ankles and snapped her thighs together.
Despite her best efforts to hide, she couldn’t stop the creamy white trail of my semen leaking out of her.
My cock twitched in pride.
My chest swelled with ownership.
I’d walked into this room a pathetic shadow of my true self, and now...with Ily’s blood staining my body and my cum staining hers, I felt complete.
Grabbing my trousers from where I’d kicked them off, I slipped them up and fastened the zipper. With a satisfied sigh, I turned to face Victor.
He stood beside the backgammon table that’d been righted from me crashing into it. Fresh platters of food waited, summoning me to devour. He saluted me with an onion tartlet. “Well done.”
I tipped my chin and stalked toward him.
I couldn’t ignore the urge to eat anymore.
Snagging a salt-encrusted cracker with what looked like duck pate and some microgreens, I shoved it into my mouth. The booze in my system was a distant memory.
“How does it feel?” Victor asked quietly, throwing a look at Peter who kneeled by Victor’s feet. “Are you finally free?”
Bracing myself, I sank my teeth into another delicious morsel and chewed.
I waited.
I swallowed.
I searched inside for that debilitating nausea, daring it to creep over me and make me vomit all over Victor’s lambskin slippers.
Still nothing.
My shoulders rolled with such fucking gratefulness, I almost stumbled.
Did this mean I’d never have to puke up my rotten guts anymore?
That all I had to do to find a cure was stride over that mythical line I’d always avoided?
Perhaps my constant state of sickness had been yet another symptom of my denial?
It seemed so.
It felt so.
And slowly, the biggest smile of my life spread my lips.
Grabbing a handful of perfectly seasoned peanuts, I shoved them all in my mouth and laughed. Victor’s question bounced around in my wondrously empty mind, and my body turned jittery with relief.
Bursting at the seams with emotions I didn’t know how to fucking process, I strode to Victor and slung my arm around his slender shoulders. Peter shot me a look before his gaze sneaked back to where Ily hung silent and miserable in her binds.
“You know what, Vic?” I kissed the cocksucker on the cheek. “I feel fan-fucking-tastic.” Glancing at the spread of snacks, I shrugged. “In fact, I’ve worked up quite the appetite.”
“Oh?” Victor chuckled and stepped out of my half embrace. His eyes narrowed, full of unreadable things. “You’ve indulged in enough pussy tonight I’m sure, so what are you hungering for now?”
“A juicy bloody steak.”
Peter winced.
Ily gagged.
And Victor merely smiled like the reptile he was, still watching me a tad too closely. “As you wish. Peter, take Ily to see Dr Belford and then put her to bed. I expect to see you both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning.”
“Yes, Sir V.” Peter staggered to his feet, flinching beneath bruises slowly blooming on his throat. Bruises Victor had given him or another Master before Ily and I found him in the corridor?
Either way, my heart didn’t skitter like it used to.
The hero inside me didn’t rise to save the day.
That motherfucker was dead.
Good riddance.
“Come along then, mon ami.” Victor strode to the door and cracked it open. He shook his head just once at the guards—guards who’d been briefed to kill me if I’d failed. Immediately, all four bowed and siphoned out into the night.
Looking me up and down as if he still didn’t trust me, Victor said, “I’ll wake the chef and celebrate with you. After all...it’s not every day I have a hand in freeing someone who was so determined not to be freed.”
I smirked and strode past him.
I walked on fucking sunshine and rainbows. “Guess I owe you a thank-you.”
“Guess so.” Victor laughed softly as he slipped beside me.
The door slowly swung closed, blocking off the dead zoo, my past life, and the girl who’d been the crux of my transformation.
I didn’t look back.