Chapter 8 #2
I’m running a little earlier than expected. I just want to get my quota done for the day so I can get back to my mate. It’s honestly infuriating.
This is my job. How the hell am I supposed to do it when all I can think about is Onyx? He’s messing with my work flow.
Sighing in frustration, I need this man to kill himself already so I can leave.
I watch as he looks around, makes sure no one is watching and then proceeds to stick his dick in the wasp nest.
Yes, you heard me right. Wasp nest. This mother fucker has a kink for pain. Cool. Love it. Same. What he doesn’t know is, he’s deathly allergic.
He lets out a gargled moan as his cock disappears into the hole. He starts to fuck the nest, making ungodly noises. And not ones of pain, but of pleasure. He’s getting off on this. The look on his face is very unsettling.
He pounds into that nest like his life depends on it. Kind of ironic seeing how it’s the very thing that's going to take his life.
The wasps are mad, I can hear them buzzing angrily as they fly out and around him.
He’s not paying any mind, even though I’m pretty sure they’re stinging the hell out of his penis.
A few more strokes later, he’s cumming, filling the nest with his cum. Poor wasps.
He lets it drop to the ground, coughing, seeming to understand now that something is very wrong with him.
He claws at his throat, eyes bugging out with panic.
“That's it. Die fucker. Die!” I shout.
He drops to the ground, gasping for air as his face starts to swell.
The wasps don’t seem to enjoy being covered in this fucker’s release. They start to emerge from the nest and attack him.
He screams for help, but no air can get in.
Unable to breath, he fully collapses to the ground.
“Finally!” I let out a heavy sigh, annoyed with this motherfucker for taking so long.
His soul separates from his body, joining me at my side. He blinks a few times, then sees his body on the ground.
“No.” he shakes his head. “This can’t be happening.”
“Really?” I deadpan. “You didn’t think there was a possibility that you'd die. You stuck your dick in a wasp nest you fucking moron. What did you expect? You’re literally the definition of fuck around and find out.” I shake my head. “Looks like you found out.”
Snapping my fingers, we pop back into Hell. “Make sure this one never comes out. The world doesn’t need anymore people who do stupid things for stupid reasons.”
The keeper nods his head, taking the soul.
And I’m gone again.
With every soul I take, the more frustrated I become. This job used to be soothing. Watching people die was relaxing. Now I can’t even enjoy it because Onyx is the only thing on my damn mind.
By the time I’m done with my last soul, I’m fucking fuming.
“You!” A low rumbling growl vibrates through my chest when I appear back into the bedroom.
Onyx jumps, the book he’s reading goes flying.
“You’re back.” he scrambles to his feet, standing on the bed. “I can’t believe you actually left me here, locked in this damn room.”
My chest heaves with anger, my cock stirring at the sight of him. He’s dressed in sweatpants and a black T-shirt. His shaggy black hair falls over his face in messy waves.
“Well!” he shouts “Speak. Do you have anything you want to say for yourself?”
“Shut. Up.” I snarl, my shadows shooting out, wrapping around his throat.
His eyes widen in fear, a choked sound passes his parted lips.
I lift him off the bed, his body dangling in the air as he claws at my shadows to no avail.
He continues to choke and gasp for air as his face starts to turn blue.
“Why can I not get you out of my head?” I demand, bringing him closer. “All I can think about is you.”
He’s seconds from dying. I can’t have that. I’m not done with him.
He hovers in front of me and I let him go, my shadows releasing his throat, making him drop to his feet. My hand snaps out, grabbing a handful of his hair as he crouches and gasps in lungfuls of air. He cries out in pain.
“What the fuck.” His voice is a broken rasp. “You’re fucking insane, you know that?”
“Because you make me this way.” I bring him close to me, his breathing quick and heavy, hot breath fanning over my lips as I lean in close.
“Tell me, Little Human. Why is the only thing I can think about being inside you. Seeing your handsome face. Listening to your bratty voice and smelling your addictive scent.”
He licks his lips, eyes flicking between him. “I-I don’t know.” He stammers out. It seems my question has him blushing.
“I can’t have this Onyx. I can’t have this distraction. From now on, you come on jobs with me. I can’t be distracted by worrying about you.”
“You’re the one who made a deal with me. You’re the one who brought me here. I didn’t ask to be here, Bane. It’s not my fault you’re feeling however you’re feeling. If I’m too much to deal with, then why not bring me to where all the other souls go when they die.”
He cries out as I yank his head back harder. “You’re my mate.” I snarl. “You belong with me. Forever. By my side.”
“Forever is a long time.” he whispers.
“Perfect.” My lips smash into his. He moans, melting into my touch.
My arm wraps around his waist, pulling him flush to me. My thick cock presses against him, grinding against him.
Arousal flows from him in waves, driving me mad.
My shadows emerge, working to rid him of his clothes as I lose my cloak and pants.
When he’s naked, I wrap my hand around his neck again, lifting him off the ground and throwing him on the bed.
He shouts, bouncing in place. He tries to scramble away, but I’m crawling towards him.
My shadows grab his arms and legs, pinning him to the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asks in a terrified but aroused whisper.
“I’m going to punish you.” My voice is low, menacing as a cruel grin takes over my lips.
“B-But I didn’t do anything.”
“That's where you’re wrong.”
He lays there panting hard, trapped in place, a fucking delicious offering.
Leaning forward, I run my tongue over his cock, making him moan in pleasure. Precum seeps from the tip. I chuckle cruelly, lapping at the sticky liquid. “Always fucking needy for me.” Taking his cock into my mouth, I swallow him whole.
Onyx cries out, trying to fight against my shadows, but I keep him pinned in place, unable to move.
I suck and slurp, loving every slutty little sound he makes until his body is arching off the bed, and he’s screaming my name as thick ropes of cum slide down my throat. I drink him dry, getting a high from his cum.
“My turn.” I growl, crawling up the bed until my knees are just under his armpits. My fist wraps around his hair, yanking his head up. “Open.” I demand.
Onyx looks up at me with a blissed out look, like he’s not even here. But he does what he’s told, sticking his tongue out as he opens his mouth.
“Fuck.” I groan. “I love how submissive and breedable you are. Now be a good little cum slut and take my cock.”
Gliding my cock into his throat, I thrust forward, making him take every inch of it. I’m big. Ten inches, without magic.
My shadows take my hands place, holding his head where I need it as I grip the headboard above.
My fingers curl around the wood as I feel my control slip.
His throat feels too fucking good.
With my eyes on my mate’s fearful eyes, I start to fuck his mouth without restraint.
Onyx’s eyes water, tears spilling down his face as saliva seeps from the corners of his mouth.
Every stroke feels euphoric, his choking causing him to squeeze my cock.
“So fucking warm and wet. That’s it baby.
Taking my cock so fucking good. Such a good boy.
Such a good fucking boy.” I growl, my thrusts growing more desperate, more punishing.
The bed slams against the wall with how forceful I’m being.
I can’t help it. I’m consumed by the way this man makes me feel.
His face starts to turn purple, his nostrils flaring as he struggles to get air into his lungs.
There’s no point. I’m too big. He’s panicking too much.
He doesn’t have to worry for much longer, I’m close.
My hips snap forward, cock coming all the way out before slamming back in.
He’s sobbing now, and I almost feel bad. Almost.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry.” I groan. “I bet you’re even more beautiful when you’re drowning on my cum.”
I can see it, his life force starting to fade away. It does something to me, a spark of pleasure shooting through me.
My eyes roll back as my fingers grip the headboard so hard it snaps.
Body tensing, I let out a thunderous roar as I cum hard.
It shoots out of me like a damn hose, wave after wave of thick white release is forced down Onyx’s throat. He’s too far gone to try and swallow, gagging around my cock.
Pulling back, chest heaving as I revel in my high, I watch as Onyx lays there, eyes vacant as he literally chokes to death on my cum. Gurgling noises sound from his throat as cum spills from his lips.
A cruel smile forms on mine. If this doesn’t show him who he belongs to, I don’t know what will.
I watch the life leave his eyes. The moment he’s dead, I roll him on his side. When he comes to, he starts coughing up cum violently.
“You crazy mother fucker!” he gasps, eyes wide and wild. “You fucking killed me!”
“Yes and no. It’s not my fault you can’t handle a little asphyxiation.” I chuckle, leaning back on my heels.
“You have a fucking horse cock.” His voice is broken and raspy. “The whole thing is a fucking death sentence.”
“You don’t seem to complain when it’s in your slutty little hole.” I slip my finger into said hole. He slaps at my arm, making me chuckle as he glares at me with murder in his eyes.
“I fucking drowned in your cum.” He groans, flopping onto his back.
“Yes. And I have to say, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“I think we’ve already established that.”