Chapter 22 #2
Not yet. I snarl in her thoughts.
With a vicious growl, my cock begins to morph and swell. It splits and expands into two massive, black trunks of throbbing meat, stacked one on top of the other—each one thick, ridged, and pulsing with fat, glowing white veins that snake down their lengths.
I rip my tendrils out of her sloppy, ruined pussy with a wet squelch, leaving her fucked-out hole drooling thick strings of her own come.
With a sharp motion, I reattach my severed hand to my arm, the flesh knitting together instantly.
I step forward, grab her hip with one clawed hand, and shove my fist back into her already destroyed asshole—fisting her deep and hard, right to the forearm, while she spasms beneath me.
At the same time, I grip the top monstrous cock and slap its fat, leaking head against her wrecked cunt.
I thrust forward, pressing into her pussy, and her walls clench around the shocking girth, bulging outward as I bury half of it inside her in a single thrust.
The sight of her tiny body impaled on my arm and one of my giant cocks makes my second dick throb with envious hunger.
I start fucking her mercilessly—fist fucking ass while I smash my massive cock into her cunt cruelly.
Her soaked, messy sounds fill the room, and I stare down, soaking in the sight of every savage plunge.
Her pussy lips bulge outward around my veined shaft, sucking me in, juices and creamy come continuously spraying out in chaotic arcs with every withdrawal.
Below it, my fist continues inside her ass with squelching slurps, her rim gripping my wrist tightly.
Her body jolts forward, tits dragging against the sheets, muffled screams and broken moans pouring out of her.
The sight of her tiny, scarred frame getting absolutely demolished by my fist and one of my gigantic black cocks is fucking perfect.
The second monstrous cock thumps angrily below, smacking wetly against the bed, smearing precum across the fabric as it waits for its turn.
I growl loudly, the sound vibrating through the room.
“Listen to that sloppy fucking mess,” I snarl, fisting her ass even harsher. “Your holes are singing for me, little light.”
I slowly pull my fist out of her asshole, and her red-raw ring gapes open—a dark, twitching tunnel of stretched, puffy flesh that doesn’t close, just pulses, dribbling strings of her ass come down her thighs.
I rip my upper cock out of her cunt next, leaving both holes sloppy, inflamed, and ruined.
Then I aim, and the top monstrous cock presses against her still-open asshole while the bottom one nudges her wrecked pussy.
I slam both of my giant black cocks into her at the same time—one burying deep into her cunt, the other forcing its way into her already-fisted ass.
My tendrils whip out and wrap tightly around her wrists and throat, coiling tight.
I yank her upper body off the bed, forcing her into an arch—arms strained behind her, neck pulled back, tits thrusted forward as I start fucking her aggressively with both massive dicks.
The echoing slaps of my hips pounding into her ass fills the room. Her body hangs helplessly in the air, impaled and choking, only held up by my shadows and my twin cocks destroying.
Now you can come for me, I growl breathlessly inside her mind.
I continue to fuck her without leniency in a persistent rhythm, railing her harder and deeper for another minute. Until I overpower her nervous system with demoralising, heartless pleasure and pain, and force her to come again and again.
Her body shudders in my grip, gushing around my cocks as orgasm after orgasm is ripped out of her.
I keep going, using her like a worthless set of fuckholes until I finally reach my peak.
With a deep, savage roar, I bury both dicks balls deep and flood her insides—releasing thick, hot loads into both her holes until cum overflows and spurts out around my shafts in heavy, black rivers.
Only then do I withdraw, pulling my twin cocks out of her throbbing pussy and ass. I stare darkly as my tendrils unwind from her wrists and throat, letting her limp, twitching body collapse.
She lies there shuddering, eyes rolled back, drooling, and spasming uncontrollably—thoroughly fucked out and shattered.
I stand over her, chest heaving, ink dripping from my eyes as I admire my work.
And I’ve never felt so fucking powerful.
Both our eyes roll forward as I reach over and kneel on the bed. I turn her gently onto her back, and she rolls lifelessly. She’s puffing, her skin glistening with sweat as strands of dark hair stick to her flushed face.
Her eyes are wide and distant, staring at nothing and everything all at once. Her body still jerks with aftershocks, and as I gradually pull my senses out of her, I feel the burning pain starting to bloom again between her legs.
And I do something that actually weakens me.
My black hand sweeps gently over her swollen core and ruined ass. I close my eyes and begin draining the worst of her agony, pulling the hurt into myself.
My brows pinch tightly as it scorches through my veins like fire, but I take it anyway.
She’s not going to last long if I break her too quickly.
Her body gradually settles, the intense trembling easing into soft, exhausted twitches.
I ball my fist tightly, and a thin sheet rises from the foot of the bed, whispering through the air before draping gently over her frame.
My black eyes drift back to her pale, haunted face, and she’s already staring at me—not with pure terror this time, but with something closer to fractured recognition mixed with deep, instinctive fear.
Tell me, little light, I murmur in her thoughts. Who do you see when you look at me?
Her bottom lip trembles, fresh tears swelling in her eyes, but she doesn’t answer right away.
Why can I feed on your discomfort and fear so easily? Why are you so exposed to the dark? Who hurt you?
There’s a long quiet before she answers.
“My husband…” she admits aloud, her voice barely a whisper.
My throat bobs as I swallow, and nod once.
Now I understand.
That’s why she’s so scared… and why she looks at me with such painful confusion.
This is personal for her.
“Sleep,” I say lowly. “You’re going to need it.”
My obsidian hand delicately strokes over her face, and when I pull it away, her eyes are already closed, slipped into a deep, merciful sleep under my control.
I remain kneeling beside her for a few more seconds, watching her breathe.
Interesting.
The end of FXKIN ENTITY part I