Chapter 7
Oh what a gratifying sight to see my sacrifice naked and crawling on the ground like an obedient pet. Her pale white skin flushes pink from the icy elements but is still so soft and supple. So ready to be marked by me. A blank canvas for my most carnal desires.
I pull on her rope, tugging her slowly toward the grave. I want to watch every inch of her tremble with fear. Tears stream down her cheeks as the fight inside her vanquishes, snuffed out like a torch in the rain.
“Climb inside your new bed, little doe.” I place my boot on her ass and shove her forward while giving slack on the rope.
She squeals as she goes flying face-first into the shallow grave. “Please don’t do this,” she begs as she flails in the dirt.
I kneel down beside her and wrap the loose end of the rope around my wrist. “I will do whatever I want. But don’t worry, I won’t let you die before I have the chance to feast on your flesh.”
Her eyes fill with horror as she trembles on the ground, her tears streaking the dirt across her cheeks. “Are you mad?”
I place my hand on her chest, forcing her to lie back against the damp soil. “I’m quite mad, little doe. But I’m also famished.” I draw light circles around her nipples, ecstatic with how they harden for me.
She whimpers under my touch. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please just don’t do this.”
Her pleas amuse me. I’ve always loved the sound of humans begging for their lives, but this one is special. Her body betrays her words. Deep down, underneath all of that piousness and ingrained etiquette, lies a wild beast that wants to come out and play. It’s ingrained into her very core.
I retrieve the shovel that I’d placed against the headstone and begin filling the grave with dirt. I start at her ankles, working my way up toward her chest. “Let’s get you tucked in.”
She shrieks. “Wait! You’re burying me alive? I thought you didn’t want to kill me.” Her eyes are as wide as tree trunks, her face paling as still she fights for control despite having none.
I hum as I work, packing the soil tight around her body until only her neck and head are left exposed. “Nice and tight just like that sweet pussy between your legs.”
She sucks in shallow breaths through her chattering teeth. “I-I can’t move… Please.”
“That’s the point.” I can’t help but grin down at her as I remove my pants.
When her gaze flits to my engorged cock, her cheeks flush.
I’m so hard it hurts. Straddling the ground so that her neck is between my thighs, I fist my cock and run my palm up and down the length of it. “Open wide, little doe.”
She slams her mouth shut and shakes her head.
I sigh and pinch her jaw so hard she’s forced to open up. “That’s a good girl. Now stick out your tongue, or I’ll cut it out to make more room inside your virgin mouth.”
Tears stain her cheeks again. What a shame they came early. I want to see those beautiful blue eyes water like the sea while she chokes on me. I brush them away with my thumbs. “There, there. Don’t be sad. I think you’re going to enjoy this more than you think.”
When she finally sticks out her pretty pink tongue, my glands salivate.
There’s a tightness in my balls, a long overdue tingling that aches to be released.
A longing for many moons past, where we held rituals much like this.
I stroke her mouth as I slide my tip across her tongue. “Mmm, see that’s not so bad…”
I’m already so close to unraveling. After centuries of holding back my desires, thousands upon thousands of agonizing days and nights without this spark, I am an open wound, raw yet ready to fester.
I press down on her bottom lip as I inch my cock inside her mouth. “Have you ever sucked on a lollipop, little doe?”
She whimpers and takes a deep breath through her nose as my cock swells against the insides of her cheeks. I’m not even all the way in, and she’s panting.
“I want you to pucker your lips and suck like I’m your favorite fucking candy.” I push in a little farther and have to bite back a moan. This is better than I remember.
Without any coaxing on my end, she licks the underside of my shaft, sending tiny shivers like electric shocks down the length of me. On a cellular level, her instincts take over, knowing exactly what to do. “Do you like how I taste?” I grunt out as I thrust in deeper.
Her throat bobs and convulses when I hit the back of it. Her eyes water, spilling more tears down her cheeks. Yes, these are the ones I want. The tears of pleasure. I squeeze my balls tight in my palm as I slide in and out. “That’s it. Gag for me.”
I feel her struggling beneath me, desperate to break free from the mound of dirt I’ve piled on top of her. It’s an act of attrition. A futile attempt to grasp at a lifeline that doesn’t exist. But the more she fights, the faster and harder the blood pumps through my thick shaft.
Saliva drips down her chin as she pants for air. When I feel the slight scrape of her teeth, I buck. The look in her eyes changes from sadness to confusion to absolute wonder. I give her a gentle slap on the cheek. “Are we getting aroused, little doe?”
Her face flushes to a deeper shade of red as more spit dribbles down her chin. She hollows her cheeks and sucks harder. I knew this little feral creature had it in her. I let out a deep bellowing laugh and thread my fingers through her hair, pulling on her strands to anchor myself.
Her mouth is like a hot bath that I want to soak in forever. But my will is hanging by a tiny thread as the rush of my blood bursts down my shaft. I growl and grind in deeper. Her eyes bulge and leak with tears as I ram the back of her throat again.
“Mmm, that’s it.” Spasms roll through me, from my tight balls all the way down to the tip of my swollen cock. Laughter billows from my chest as I ride her face harder than I ride Nightmare. I want to suffocate her with my release.
She convulses, gagging as my thick cum fills her mouth. “You’re going to have to swallow every drop. I’m not pulling out until you do.”
She sucks in a deep breath through her nose and drinks, scraping her teeth against my taut ridges as she swallows it down.
I massage my balls against her chin, drawing out every wave of pleasure that this creature has bestowed upon me.
I wrap my free hand around her throat so I can feel it going down.
When her mouth runs dry, I slide out and slap my cock against her lips. “You took me well for your first time. I can’t wait to find out how you’ll handle me in other places.”
She licks her swollen lips as an attempt to regain the moisture I stole from her. “You nearly choked me to death.”
I grin down at her. “If that is supposed to be an insult, you’re sorely mistaken.”
She shudders and looks away. “It’s too big for my mouth.”
This makes me burst out laughing. “Again, you flatter me.”
I stand up, then reach back down to yank her out of the dirt. She whines as the cold air hits her naked body. Her filthy, naked body. Covered in dirt and something else… I thrust my hand between her thighs and palm her pussy. “You’re wet, little doe.”
She bites her lip. “It’s nothing.”
“Conquest warned me that you’re a liar. Now that’s not very pious of you, is it?” I grab the end of the rope that still hangs from her neck and yank her toward one of the torches. “Let’s see how long it takes you to tell the truth. Will it be before or after the flames reach your face?”
She latches onto the rope and lurches back, desperate to get away from me. “You’re not well, sir! Let me go!”
I find it adorable that she thinks she has any power over me. Without barely breaking a sweat, I yank her back. “Never. We own you. But I don’t like liars.”
She trembles with fear when I stick the end of the rope into the flame. “Tell me why you’re pussy is so wet, Imogen.”
She shakes her head as she watches the flame start to jump up the rope. “I don’t know. The soil was damp. Or perhaps it was sweat. P-please, the fire… It’s going to burn me,” she stammers.
I like playing these games with her. She’s such a willing participant, defiant until the very end. My cock springs to life again at the sight of her flustering. But more so because her nipples are hard and red.
“You’re still lying. To me and to yourself. Last chance to tell me the truth, little doe.” I lick a bead of sweat off her shoulder, causing her to shiver.
The flames have jumped another two inches. The stench of singed rope permeates the air between us like a hall full of corpses. It decays as it burns, unraveling the threads till they are black and charred.
She pulls on the other end of it, desperate to free herself. But that only makes the knot tighter. “Fine. I’ll tell you the truth. Please put it out.”
“Not until you say it,” I growl in her ear.
“I’m wet because you aroused me, all right? I hate it, but that is the truth,” she shrieks.
I huff and tug the rope down into a pile of snow, forcing her back onto her knees. It makes a hissing sound as it goes out. She fixates on the spot, trembling. “You’re a monster.”
I pinch her chin and tilt it up. “I’m your monster. But if you ever lie to me again, I will set you on fire. And I have no qualms about fucking you while doing it too. I prefer the beauty of scars.”
She glares back at me. “It won’t happen again.”
I remove the rope from her neck and finger the mark it’s left. “Now, I will take you to Death.”
Her brow furrows. “You mean I don’t have to run again? I thought that was part of the Wild Hunt.”
She’s so refreshing, so vulnerable, asking all the right questions even as she fears for her life and her sanity.
I pull her up to her feet and look deep into her watery eyes.
“Death doesn’t chase. He stalks and watches and waits.
Until the primal urge coursing through his veins threatens to consume him.
He would kill you if you ran from him. So I’m going to bring you to him. You’re his new pet.”