Chapter 10
His hand is covered in blood. I don’t know why he wouldn’t bother to sheathe the blade first. Although, deep down I know he’s a glutton for punishment as well.
He craves the violence, the chaos, the absolute destruction of anything pure.
But gods help me, for I am on fire, alight with need for the awakening that is rising in my core.
I gawk at his long hard cock, mesmerized by the jewelry that adorns it. I am gripped by a strange desire to run my tongue over each rung. And with each thrust of the hilt, I imagine those steel bars rubbing against my tender flesh.
I’ve only seen a man’s cock once before this night.
I had the misfortune of stumbling upon a drunken soldier in the field just past our farm.
He was relieving himself out in the open.
I should’ve turned away, but I froze, fascinated by the shape of him.
He smiled when he caught my gaze, continuing to piss on the dandelions while he stroked his shaft up and down.
And yet still I watched. It was only when he offered to slip it inside me that I shrieked and sprinted back to the house. I was frightened but also ashamed of wondering what it would’ve been like if I’d let him.
Death slaps my hip, leaving a bloody handprint on me.
“Stop it, Imogen. I’ve been told that you like to escape into your mind.
I won’t allow it.” He grinds the hilt in circles.
The vibration invokes waves of spasms from deep inside and up to my nub.
I cannot stifle the moan that flies past my lips.
“That’s better. Right here is where you belong. ”
The pressure builds, and I know that my release is coming. I clench around the handle of the blade and cry out. Tears stream down my cheeks as he presses against my belly, forcing me to let go of my iron grip. “Uhhh.”
His lip quivers. “Fuck… you are so perfect. So delicate. I want you so badly, but I must wait for the others.”
My stomach flips. I cannot imagine all four of them. Each one by themself has been brutal. I turn my head, ashamed to look upon my own body any further. “This is unholy.”
Death pulls the hilt halfway out, stilling it. He glares down at me with a look of disgust. “Is it? You must like unholy acts then. Or are you lying again? Because from where I sit, your cunt is so fucking wet with your own arousal, I won’t believe anything you say to the contrary.”
My pussy tingles from his teasing. I’m so close… “Please. I beg you.”
He leans over me and plants a soft kiss upon my lips. His tongue dips inside my mouth, and I can’t help but devour it. He tastes like honey and salt. I whimper as our tongues collide and swirl as one, our breaths hot and heavy.
“I’ve grown tired of your words. Show me how you want this,” he demands.
I glance between his face and the knife between my legs. “I don’t understand what you want me to do.”
He takes one of my nipples between his teeth and bites down. I yelp as a sharp pain shoots through my breast. But then a wave of euphoria flickers through me as his fiery tongue laps at the bite mark.
“I want you to fuck the hilt while I hold it steady. Roll your hips up and down, claim it like it has always been. Claim the part of you that you have forgotten and now try to deny.” He sits back on his heels, his gaze flickering with amusement.
I feel my cheeks heat. It’s one thing to have things done to me, but to participate? I am truly going to hell. But he won’t allow me to get out of this. He will continue to torment and torture me until I obey.
I grab onto the chains that bind me, using them as an anchor to lift my hips.
My pussy swallows the hilt of the blade.
Up and down I thrust and thrust until something comes over me, and I’m like a wild animal starving for food.
I moan through clenched teeth as I take it all the way inside, clenching around it as I slide back down. “Oh, fuck,” I whine.
Death presses his thumb against my nub. “That’s it. Now you are being reborn.” He slides his finger past my pussy and rubs my taint. “Mmm, I love watching you fuck my knife like this in the flesh, and no longer just in my dreams.”
My orgasm bursts around it. I scream out and flail back and forth, riding every wave of pleasure that tears through me. I shut my eyes so tight, white stars appear on the backs of my closed lids.
“Gods, what have you done to me?” I say on a shallow breath.
Death grins as he removes the hilt from my pussy. “I’ve unlocked your deepest desires.”
He removes the dagger from between my legs, and a shudder sweeps through me. I’m soaked in my own release and marked with his blood. “May the gods forgive me…”
He tears off a piece of his shirt and wraps it around his hand, tying it off with a tight knot. “We are the only gods here. The only ones you need to concern yourself with.”
I can’t keep my legs from shaking. “You are not gods. You’re monsters.”
“And yet even as you curse us, you crave more.” He crawls up the length of my body and straddles my chest, careful not to place all his weight on me. “So let me satiate you. Open your mouth.”
My stomach knots. “Please. I’m so tired. And I haven’t eaten.”
He smirks, and his eyes flicker with darkness as he holds the blade closer to my face. “Let me feed you then. Open your mouth.”
Oh dear gods. I feel my cheeks heat. “What do you plan to do?”
He presses the hilt to my lips. “Nourish you. Now clean this off for me.”
He shifts down and places a bit of his weight on my chest, showing how he could crush me in seconds if he wanted to.
My lips quiver as I part them. A wave of nausea swims in my belly as I fight to swallow the acidic bile down my throat. This is so wrong. I don’t want to taste myself nor his blood.
His sinister smirk deepens as he slides the hilt over my tongue. He wraps his other hand around my throat. “That’s a good girl. Lick it clean.”
I wrap my lips around the hilt, and something wild flickers in my core.
The taste of my own arousal on his knife, the way he thrusts it slowly in and out of my mouth whilst fresh blood drips down his wrist…
it sends an unexpected tingling between my legs.
Ashamed, I try to stifle a moan, but he squeezes my throat.
“Don’t you dare hold back. The sooner you accept your fate, the easier your life will be,” he snaps.
He pushes farther in, teasing the back of my throat. I flinch as my gag reflex kicks in. My eyes water. He smiles and releases my throat, sliding his hand down between my breasts, across my belly, before slipping two fingers inside my pussy.
I’m like a rag doll, a puppet, flopping around on the bed while at the mercy of the most sadistic man I’ve ever met. Caught in a rhythm so expertly crafted by his chaos. The sensation erases my fear, transforming my pain and discomfort into complete and utter bliss.
He pinches my nub hard between his fingers, dotting my vision with stars.
“Uhhh,” I cry out. The pressure threatens to steal all the air from my lungs.
And for a brief moment, I don’t mind dying this way.
I would gladly drown in the darkness and never come up for air in exchange for this diabolical pleasure.
“Now you’re remembering who you really are,” he growls. “Let the beast out, little doe. Embrace her once again.”
His words disorient me. I’m wrenched from this earth, my soul teetering above my traitorous body as he delivers the final blow to my nerves.
I choke on the hilt, cumming hard on his thick fingers.
But he doesn’t let up. Instead, he gives my swollen nub a hard pinch, pushing me all the way over the edge.
I scream from the sudden assault, but within seconds, the pain dissipates and leaves a warm, fuzzy sensation in its place. “Ohhh…” I rock my hips against his hand, milking every drop of my arousal.
“Aren’t you pleased I didn’t stop, little doe?” He removes the hilt from my mouth, his lips wet. He salivates as he hovers over me.
I gaze up at his striking face. He’s as beautiful as he is deadly. “Yes,” I say on a shallow breath.
He nuzzles my cheek with his nose. “Yes what? I want to hear you say it.”
Another rush of heat sweeps over me. But this isn’t shame like before. No. It’s desire. A carnal awakening. “Yes, I-I am pleased that you didn’t stop, my lord.”
Satisfied, he frees my wrists from their shackles. “Good. Now we must get you cleaned up and fed.”
As soon as my ankles are free, I curl up into a ball. “Thank you,” I whisper. With each second that passes, a little more of my fear leaves me. I must accept this, embrace it even. I take comfort in knowing there will be no more death. No more girls sacrificed to the Wild Hunt after me.
“You are a peculiar girl, Imogen. You’re not afraid of us. You’re afraid of what we will make you become. I find that strange and delightful.” Death stands next to the bed, holding a black cloak. “Put this on.”
I stretch my limbs, willing the blood back into them, before attempting to stand. Is he right? Do I only fear that which is to become of me? I shudder as I slip into the warm cloak. I’ve been naked for so long I almost forgot what wool feels like on my skin.
He spins me around and buttons me up. “The others are waiting downstairs. They will want to see you now. So be a good little pet and get back on your hands and knees.”
I sputter out a shaky breath. “Please… I’m so tired.”
He wraps the rope around my neck and pulls it tight. “Oh, innocent little Imogen. The night has only just begun.” He tugs on the loose end of my leash. “Now you will get down on the floor and crawl next to me.”
I should be angry and ashamed. But the way he looks at me, the hunger in his voice… it makes me feel as if I’ve been starved my whole life. As if this is sustenance. I want to pretend to hate it. But he sees right through me. I can’t hide it from any of them.
I lower myself to the floor. “Yes, my lord.”
He threads his fingers through my hair. “Come. Let us feast now.”