Chapter 15
CHRISTIAN
I’m delirious. Utterly and completely intoxicated with the pleasure being ripped from my body. He is somehow everywhere, touching all of me. His hands, his tongue, his lips, and his shadows—all of them caressing me inside and out. My monster and my lover rolled into one beautiful nightmare.
“Such a good little pet,” he coos from between my legs as his fingers thrust in and out of me, curling to pet a spot inside of me that has me seeing stars.
Sweat pools along my skin, dripping to the creaking couch cushions beneath our bodies.
The small therapist’s couch expanded, widened to accommodate Kallum’s true form.
He’s a beast—large and imposing with dark shadows swirling from the jagged edges of his form.
The purple hue of his skin is so unnatural.
A single lock of dark hair has fallen from its place on his head as he feasts upon my flesh.
He raises his head, smiling at me as he licks his lips with his unholy tongue, his long sharpened teeth glinting in the low light as he does.
“You taste absolutely delicious, my Little Nightmare,” he groans in delight as he raises himself up. The talons of his fingers dig into the pale skin of my hips.
“You’re not real,” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
“Does this not feel real?” He punctuates his question with a deep thrust of his fingers.
I can’t stop the deep moan that rumbles my chest. It burns and the stretch is unforgiving, and yet the pleasure building in my core is electric. I want—no, I need more.
“Please, Kallum,” I whimper as more precum drips from the throbbing tip of my cock.
His fingers leave me. My backside clenches at the loss.
His fingers thread into my hair and his sharp claws scrape my scalp.
The pain is a relief—it’s grounding, sending me back down from the high I’d just been soaring through.
I gasp as his tongue licks along the shell of my ear.
His throbbing length, thick and dripping, grinds against my belly.
“You want me to fuck you, pet?” Kallum whispers before letting his devilish tongue slide along the column of my neck. He laps at my pulse point, teasing me. “Say it. Say you want your demon daddy to fill your ass with cum.”
My heart pounds aggressively against my ribcage. Do I give in to him? Let him carve me open and claim me as his own? Should I sink into his dark depravity and revel in the chaos? Do I give him all of me?
“Please, demon, claim me,” I grit out against my better judgment.
The responding growl of approval from the beast behind me has my cock pulsing. He’s as desperate for me as I am for him. This madness between us only seems to deepen, spreading through our veins like an incurable infection, each time I fall asleep and dream of him.
With an inhuman ease, he flips me, turning my body so I’m lying on my back.
The couch beneath us is no longer a couch.
I’m lying on a bed. Crisp white sheets scrape against my sensitive skin.
A metal frame is visible above the top and bottom of the mattress I’m sprawled upon.
The rest of the room is barren darkness, it’s just us—my monster and me.
“Say it again,” he growls as shadows whip out from his thick fingers, wrapping around my wrists and ankles.
He spreads me wide, pulling my limbs to each corner of the bed below.
I’m held firmly by shadows that wrap around the bedpost, keeping me spread and exposed.
A white robe sits at the bottom of the bed, something about it pricks at a frayed edge of a memory buried deep in the recesses of my mind, but I can’t grasp it, not with the way Kallum is staring at me.
The dark ink staining his skin seems to pulse with anticipation.
His black eyes rake down my form, drinking in my vulnerability, my excitement, my need.
His long forked tongue comes out to lick his lips.
“I want you, Kallum,” I tell him as I watch him explore my body with his eyes.
He grips his throbbing purple member, spitting on it and stroking the saliva down his length.
My mouth goes dry at the sight. He’s big and long and covered in swirling ink.
It’s an impressive cock. But the thought of taking it again leaves my lungs tightening in anticipation. I’m terrified of how badly I want him.
“Ready, my Little Nightmare?” he asks. His tone is all smoke and sin as he lines himself up with my aching entrance.
“Fuck me already,” I snap as my hips rise off the bed eagerly.
“As you wish, pet,” he coos before thrusting forward.
He spears me on his length, pushing past the resistance of my tight ring and burying himself completely inside me. I cry out. The air is ripped from my lungs as burning pleasure courses through my veins.
“Fuck!” Kallum snarls as he bares his fangs at me. It should be frightening, but in this moment, all I can feel is satisfaction. This wild and wicked creature is completely unhinged because of me.
His forked tongue unfurls from between his dark lips.
The two ends twist around my throbbing member.
They’re warm and wet; and when he starts pumping his hips in rhythm with the way his tongue strokes my cock, my eyes roll back into my head.
He fucks my ass and my cock simultaneously, demanding every ounce of pleasure I have to give.
“Oh shit!” I moan as he picks up the pace. “Kallum, you’re gonna make me come.”
Suddenly, he stops. He holds his cock deep inside me, refusing to thrust. His tongue withdraws from around my length. I thrust my hips, trying desperately to get the relief I was just denied.
“Did I say you could come yet, my Little Nightmare?” Kallum drawls with an unmistakable gleam in his eye as his lip curls into a sinister grin.
“Please,” I beg as I push myself down, willing him to fuck me.
“You will come when I say you can.” He thrusts his hips, hitting a spot inside me that has stars dancing across my vision. “Am I clear?”
His tongue wraps around my length again. Both ends move independently, tracing the veins and ridges of my shaft. He pumps his hips in tandem, riding my ass as if he owns it. I’m a dripping mess, desperate for release.
“Pl-please, Kallum.” A breathy beg slips from my lips as my release builds again.
And again, he stops. His tongue recedes, his hips stand still, and his talons dig into my hips to hold me in place. I scream in desperation, fighting against my binds, but the shadows tighten, holding me against the bed.
“Be a good pet and be patient,” he praises as my release dissipates yet again.
Sweat beads across my brow. My entire body feels as if it’s on fire. If he doesn’t let me come soon, I might combust.
“I’m going to fuck you again now.” His tongue laps along my throat and pulse point, caressing all of my body. “And I want you to cover me in your cum. Do you understand?”
His words are filthy. My body clenches in anticipation.
“Do your worst, demon,” I challenge.
And he does. His hips thrust so deep, so hard.
I cry out. My hands clench the sheets beneath us as he pounds into me.
Each stroke of his throbbing cock against my insides has my body rushing toward release.
His hellish tongue trails down my body, reaching my hard length and wrapping around it.
He pumps me with his tongue as he plunders my ass.
“I’m going to come, Kallum,” I whine as my climax begins to peak.
“Shatter,” he demands.
I do.
My orgasm rips through me like electricity. Every nerve in my body is on fire. My entire body goes rigid and rope after rope of sticky cum releases from my tip, splattering all over my stomach. Kallum isn’t far behind me. He comes with a monstrous roar, his heat filling my insides.
“Take all of it, human. Let me fill this tight ass so full it drips down your fucking thighs,” he growls as he thrusts a final time.
Our breaths mingle as we come down from our combined release. My entire body feels as if it’s turned to gelatin. Warmth and pleasure spreads from my core outward.
“You’re mine,” he whispers as he leans forward to pepper kisses along my chest. “My Little Nightmare.”