Chapter 12 Elias
ELIAS
“You’re making this too easy, Jules,” I say and click my tongue with mock disappointment.
The crook of her neck smells delicious: sex, sweat, and fear. I bury my nose in it and inhale, groaning at the shot of lust that makes my balls pulse with want.
“Wha—what are you going to do to me?” Jules asks, her voice far from the confident approach she tries to present to the world.
“Right now?” I run my hand down the side of her body, tracing the curve of her waist where it flares out into her hips. Then I pull her against me, pressing my hard cock into her ass. “This little chase made my dick hard. You’re going to take care of that.”
“You’re insane,” she squeals, but stands there, frozen in place against me. “You think I’m going to, what, suck your cock before you slit my throat?”
I laugh at the venom in her words. “Slit your throat? Who do you think I am, Cole? No, baby.” I move my free hand to her throat and squeeze lightly. “Maybe I’ll just use my hands. Feel your pulse under my fingertips.”
“Please. Please, just let me go,” Jules whispers. “I won’t tell anyone what I saw, I promise. I won’t even mention I was ever here.”
I laugh in her ear. “You think it’s that easy, Jewel? You just say you won’t rat, we believe you, and you go on your merry way?”
“I mean it!” she exclaims, desperation in her voice. “I don’t want to die over a story.”
With a sigh, I spin her around so she’s facing me. I need her to understand why I’m doing this.
“It’s not over a story, Jules,” I explain slowly. “It’s for our cause.”
“C—cause?”
I nod empathetically. “The Sanctum of Ash and its Prophets can’t be allowed to darken this world any longer. It’s our duty as survivors to eradicate them.”
She fights to get out of my hold. “Stop! Stop telling me these things, stop implicating yourself.”
Grinning, I tilt my head. “Aw, Jules… You really think there’s still a way out for you? If only you don’t have proof, if only we don’t outright say that we’ve been killing our abusers, then you’re free to go?”
Her dark eyes overflow, tears spilling over onto her pale cheeks.
“What are these tears for, hm? Us, the monsters we kill, or yourself?”
“If you don’t let me go, you’re just as bad as they are,” she whispers tonelessly.
Laughing mirthlessly, I back her up against the wall.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Jewel.”
With that, I crush my lips against hers. When she opens her mouth to protest, I take advantage, sweeping in to taste her fear on my tongue. I groan as she slowly melts against me, her body responding to mine just as it did hours ago, before she stuck her nose into our business.
Enraged all over again, my touches become more aggressive, my kiss more brutal. Jules whimpers as I bite down on her bottom lip, flavoring our kiss with her blood.
Maybe I am just as bad as Cole in the end.
But I want to punish her, make her scream for mercy that won’t ever come, cry for a release that will shatter her.
So I grab her throat with one hand and free my cock with the other.
The moment I press it against her damp lace panties, an animalistic groan leaves my mouth.
“Fuck, Little Sapphire. You can’t help wanting me, can you?
” I stroke myself slowly, tapping my cockhead against her clit through her underwear.
When I look down, I see a string of precum and her arousal connecting our sexes.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from coming right then.
“Elias,” Jules sighs, her face showing every conflicted emotion. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why, Jules? Because I’m never letting you leave this carnival so you could write your sensational story?”
“You’re unhinged,” she moans breathily, making me laugh again.
“What does that make you?”
I pull her underwear aside without giving her a chance to reply, dragging my cockhead over her swollen clit.
“You feel so good. I’d have my dick inside you forever if I could. But you had to go and be a bad girl, didn’t you?”
Parting her folds, I slowly coat my shaft with her honey, enjoying the way she squirms as my piercings connect with her skin, the cadence of her panting breaths.
“Your pussy is begging for my cock, Jewel,” I whisper. “Begging to be stuffed full of my cum. Isn’t it?”
Jules’s fingers curve into claws, and she’s no longer pushing me away, but clinging to me instead, pulling me closer.
“Answer me,” I snarl against her mouth.
“Yes! Okay? Yes, you have a magic fucking dick. Asshole,” she tries to mutter, but it comes out more like a moan.
With a smirk, I wrap her thighs around my waist, holding her against the wall with my body. The smile melts off my face when I penetrate her, fucking her shallowly with just the tip of my cock, her pussy eagerly sucking me into its warmth.
“Ah, fuck, Jules. Nothing compares to your sweet cunt.”
Which is a real fucking shame.
I angle my hips to hit her G-spot with every thrust, Jules trembling in my arms as she clings to me as though I’m her salvation, not her end. It’s not long until that familiar pressure in my balls signals I’m getting close to the edge, and my movements speed up.
Jules is so beautiful like this, scared, turned on, conflicted.
“You’re gonna make me come, Jewel,” I pant, and her tunnel squeezes my cock in response.
“Elias,” she moans, her face twisted with pleasure.
“But you don’t get to come with me,” I grunt, pulling out. “Bad girls don’t come before they die.”
I let her slide down the wall, confused and frustrated, and jerk my cock with rough, fast strokes, aiming for her pussy.
“Fuuuuck,” I grunt. Pearly ropes of cum cover Jules’s swollen cunt as fire travels down my spine, my balls emptying in waves of ecstasy.
Still recovering from my orgasm, I tug Jules’s panties over the mess, keeping my cum nice and safe.
I pat the lace with two fingers, smirking at the squishing sound my cum and her juices make.
“You can’t leave me like this,” my little reporter whines, squeezing her thighs together. “Elias… I need to come.”
I chuckle, tucking my still half-hard dick back into my pants as her eyes follow.
“No, Little Sapphire. You need to run.”
“W—what?” she stutters, her eyes wide, if hazy from lust.
With a long-suffering sigh, I step back and pull out my weapon of choice—my garrote. Her eyes widen at the sight of the thin piano wire with leather grips.
“You’re not going to… You can’t…”
“What’s that, Little Sapphire?” I ask mockingly. “Did you think because we fucked, I’d spare you?”
Throwing my head back, I laugh uproariously. I sense more than see Jules slipping away and let her do so.
“Run, Jewel,” I snicker to myself. “Run.”