24. Level Three- The Sweetest Darkness
CHAPTER 24
Level Three- The Sweetest Darkness
Rez
‘ K ill…slice…dodge…roll…slice…kill…kill…kill…kill,’ the aggressive feminine voice urges.
It’s as if I’m in a trance. I’m still here; I haven’t lost myself. At least I don’t feel as if I have. I can feel my body, my movements, and my thoughts, but the fears and calculating thoughts I once had aren’t constantly hammering against me, begging for a solution. All those fears and worries have evaporated, and I feel lighter, as if there are no more reasons to worry.
I don’t know the exact moment when it happened, but something just flipped while I tried to protect Reaper. The mantra of protection I was muttering slowly morphed into kill, and I became hotter. It became the only thing I could focus on, killing those that didn’t belong. Yes, I still protect Reaper, my baby, but a small part of me takes pleasure in slicing up the enemy surrounding me.
It’s become more like a game or the law of nature, I suppose. It’s simple, really—kill, fuck, fight. That’s all I need now. See the enemy, kill the enemy. Hell, I can even smell the enemy down the halls now. Before, I was blind and relied on the little light that this place offers, but now, something inside of me just knows where to go, and for some reason, I trust the female voice to lead me.
She easily guides my body to move in ways I didn’t even know I could, bending and twisting around this new foe that’s easily four times as big as me. His deadly claws extend and dig into the ground inches away from my head as I swing my glaives around and tear through the tendons behind its ankle, rendering it useless. The fury rushing through me acts as fuel as I continue to dodge his thick wing that swoops down as a counterattack.
Voices ring out in the background as I continue to dance around the thunderous, overgrown chicken before me, but I don’t pay any attention. I have a chicken stir fry to serve. Not seeing an easy way up to his vulnerable neck and his weakness, I grind my teeth in anger and scream, throwing my arms up and releasing my frustration. Invisible needles flow out from my palms and race towards my target, piercing into his delicate belly, causing it to squawk in pain, and I quickly roll away as he stumbles to the ground. I don’t even wait to see if the needles come back. I’m sure I have an endless supply of Pissy Missy Syndrome Needles. Yep, that’s what I’m calling them—PMS Needles.
Knowing he won’t stay down long, I quickly pounce onto his flank, using my glaives to climb up onto his back. From this height, I can see the chaos and how the overgrown turkey is pecking and clawing at Reaper and a familiar dark creature below us.
Friend is the word that registers as I focus back on the wiggling drumstick. Feeling me on his back, the blind fucker bucks, trying to get me off him, but I drop to my stomach and crawl along its back until I reach the edge of his neck and shell.
‘Go…slice…hack…kill…win…’
If you say so .
Following the cues, I slip down between the neck and the shell, but before I can deliver the blow, I’m jerking back as his head moves. Quickly leaning forward, I barely miss cracking my skull on his hardened wing as he retracts his head into his shell. I grimace as the loose and wrinkled skin slides against my cheek. My body is pinned between his neck and the shell, but my arms are down along my sides where there’s more room, and a small smile pulls at my lips as I flick my wrist, turning my glaives to the side.
I begin sawing into the neck, and the monster between my legs lets out the worst sound ever as it starts bucking like a two-dollar mechanical bull ride. Warm blood flows over my hands, but I don’t stop even as I feel us tumbling forward, and we crash into the ground hard. I continue to saw until the body underneath me finishes its death throws as its muscles give out, allowing me a crevice to slide out of.
As the adrenaline runs through my body, I quickly look around for more enemies, snarling in disappointment and snapping my glaives in place. The few that are left are easily being picked off by my friend . Unsatisfied, I turn towards the exit since I feel no more threats in the building, but before I can take a step, a large hand grabs my shoulder.
“Kitten,” a voice calls out. I immediately snatch and pull the offending arm toward me to try and flip him. Somehow, knowing what I have planned, he counters, grabbing my other shoulder and spinning me until my back is pinned up against the wall.
‘Mate!’ the voice purrs out as a chill runs down my spine. Even though the smell and the feel of him pressed against me isn’t completely unpleasant, he’s impeding my progression. I need to fight or fuck, and the closest enemies I can sense are outside this building.
Someone calls his name, grabbing his attention, and I swiftly break free of his hold, ducking underneath his arm and taking off down the hall toward my next target. I need a way to expel this unbearable itch just underneath my skin, weaving through the very fibers of my muscles and pulling at my limbs. As I make my way down the halls, I feel his frustration and determination through our link, and it makes me smile smugly.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he growls out through our link. ‘I didn’t say you could leave.
‘Try to stop me,’ my inner brat teases as I turn down another hall.
‘Fine. Have it your way,’ he agrees, and a thrill races through me at the thought of the game of cat and mouse. Why that thrills me? I have no idea.
There’s a part of me that wants to dismiss the idea of this game and just go and find more enemies, but deep down, I know that part isn’t really me. What is going on with me?
‘There you are.’ His arm barely wraps around me before I twirl away and kick out his leg, causing him to land on his back.
‘Guess you’re not as good as you thought,’ I cackle gleefully as I wave over my shoulder.
It’s a back-and-forth game of him catching me and me breaking free. We even spar a little, and I roll away when he’s a hair’s breadth away from pinning me. I reach the foyer and glimpse the fog outside, smiling as I forget that I’ve been the prey all this time.
‘Got ya.’
A body slams into me, pushing me into an alcove and trapping me on all sides.
I growl and try to buck him off, but this time, he’s not having any of it as I try to use all the tricks I used before.
He chuckles and gently bites down on my earlobe before nipping along my neck.
‘Not this time, Kitten,’ Knox purrs.
‘What do you want?’ I seethe. I hate having to admit I lost, and this feeling of defeat is not sitting well with me at all.
‘Aww, is Baby Girl's pride hurt?’ a voice of darkness so sweet rings out as a visual pops up in my mind. Instead of a creature, it’s a new face. His jaw is thinner and more angular than Knox’s, yet still radiates a masculine presence. He gives a more bad boy vibe with his ears and septum piercings, and instead of Knox’s dark hair, wispy white hair spills around his head, just long enough for me to dig my hands into it so I can yank his head back to lick along his neck.
Fuck, where did that thought come from?
His full bottom lip curls up into a wicked smirk as I question who I’m seeing in my mind. A wink from his blueish-gray eyes sends an electric shiver down my spine as the rest of his form unfolds. Out of the shadows, his lithe naked body becomes prominent, showcasing his smaller frame compared to Knox. However, the muscles that ripple just underneath his skin prove he’s still a formidable force and would give someone a run for his money.
‘ Well, too bad. I caught you. Now, do you want to play with me?’
Slayer.
That’s who’s talking to me now.
‘Pfft. You think you can keep up,’ I retort, turning to face him and feeling proud of myself.
‘Only one way to find out, Baby Girl.’ Knox’s large form is no longer in front of me. Instead, Slayer’s image flickers as if he’s sliding into Knox’s body.
Holy shit, what is happening, and is this really possible? The image goes completely black for a second before it stabilizes with Slayer’s solid form.
‘Well, let’s even out the playing field, shall we?’ Slayer teases as his two black-as-night whips come from his back and wrap around my waist, trapping my arms against my body before I can blink, lifting me into the air.
His hands make quick work as he disrobes me, but his eyes drink in every inch he uncovers. The cocky little ass isn't getting me that easily. I have places to go and people to kill, and I have no problem doing those things naked if I must.
‘Nah-ah, Baby Girl. I see what you’re thinking, and you’ll have to get by me first,’ Slayer purrs as his whips set me down but don’t disappear.
Strutting closer, I grab him by the neck and pull him toward me. His eyes flash briefly with heat as he leans in to claim my mouth. But before our breaths tangle, my knee jerks up and into his crotch…only to be stopped by one of his tentacles.
I release a growl, spinning away under his arm, and kick out at the back of his knee, sending him to the ground. I don’t waste time checking on him while I move to exit the alcove, but I’m slammed into the wall instead. The immediate coldness of the wall pebbles my nipples, and my pussy spasms around nothing as Slayer’s heated body presses against mine. One of his tentacles wraps around my neck as he leans in and nips at my earlobe.
‘That wasn’t very nice,’ he growls. His tentacle squeezes, and I almost come on the spot.
Shit. Do I have another kink?
He roughly turns me around to face him, and before I can process what to do next, he slams his mouth against mine. His kiss is rough and dominating as his tongue swipes against my lips, demanding I open for him. I moan as his tongue entangles with mine, allowing me to sample his dark and delicious flavor. He tastes like smokey spiced rum and danger, and I need more. I run my hands up the length of his torso, feeling the muscles flex under my touch, and pinch the nipple rings I find, causing him to growl into my lips.
As he steps into me, I feel his cock harden and lengthen against my hip, making me shiver in anticipation. He breaks the kiss and immediately licks up my neck and sucks on my earlobe before biting down, making me yelp.
‘Remember, I’m not a man but a fucking beast, and you’re about to find that out the hard way,’ he informs me before stepping back and turning me so my front is pressed against the wall once again.
He kicks out my legs to spread me wide, but I hook my foot behind his ankle and jerk, hiding a smile as I take him by surprise. The tentacle around my neck releases to soften his fall, and I waste no time pouncing onto him and pinning him to the floor.
‘Not today, beast.’ I lean over him and whisper against his lips. ‘Today, I’m riding you, Slayer, and I’m taking what I want. And you’ll enjoy every fucking minute of it,’ I say as I slowly lick up his neck and bite down hard onto his earlobe, tasting blood that has something in me snap.
Our game of cat and mouse was a type of foreplay for me, but this, having this beast underneath me, is just something else altogether. I rub myself along his length and feel my body once again heat up as if I’m holding the fires of Hell itself inside me. A tentacle reaches up and wraps around my waist as I position myself to claim the beast below me.
‘That’s it, Baby Girl, ride your awakening out on your beast,’ Slayer praises me. Those words cause my body to tense briefly. I might not know what that means, but subconsciously, something does. I dig my fingernails into his chest, leaving crescent moons on his pecs, and lean forward.
‘This will be rough and punishing, but I promise you, I’ll love it in the end, and that’s all that matters here,’ I warn, and the asshole smirks up and winks at me. The fucking audacity.
Without any preamble, I slide down onto him and take every thick inch of him as Slayer’s blueish-gray eyes roll back, and he lifts his hips.
‘Fuck Baby Girl, you’re so wet and tight.’
I slightly raise on him before slamming down, causing him to moan. He’s so thick that taking him like this causes some pain, but thankfully, that’s what I’m craving. Pain with this unbearable heat that’s urging me to conquer. Kill, fuck, fight.
I curl my fingers into Slayer’s skin as I roll my hips, and he grunts in pain but doesn’t fight me as I throw my head back and enjoy the feeling of taking him. His other tentacle lightly wraps around my neck as his hands find my breasts. I increase my speed and start riding him hard—up, down, and twirling my hips as I use his length to hit every sweet spot I can, not at all worried about his pleasure.
I feel pressure around my neck and throw a glare down at him. His cocky smirk only infuriates me to the point of pushing my hands harder into his chest. He hisses, and I glance down and shake my head at what I’m seeing. My fingernails have turned into black claws and have pierced into Slayer’s chest, not enough to maim, but blood is pooling at the surface.
‘Yes! That’s it, Baby Girl. Take your beast,’ he praises, and I growl, running my hands, which look like claws, down his chest, and over his abs, leaving blood streaks as they go. I’m so caught up in the feeling of dominating in the most primal way that I don’t even care or blink an eye at the blood or the fact Slayer is taking the brunt of my frustrations. I ride. I use his cock for my own pleasure as I build towards the release I need.
His cock swells, and I feel a rumbling deep within my chest as I increase my speed and swivel my hips. His hands play with my nipples, sharply pinching them, giving me shocks of pleasure that go directly to my clit. As I grind on him, he moans and thrashes beneath me.
‘Baby Girl, I can’t take it anymore. I need to fuck you.’ He growls and starts to raise up to flip us over, but that voice…that thing inside me takes over. Striking as fast as a cobra, I lean forward, wrapping my hand around his neck, and force his head up, showing me his neck, and I bite down at the base, causing Slayer to scream. Blood gushes into my mouth, but that smokey spiced rum flavor is completely Slayer. His voice cuts short as I squeeze with a strength I’ve never had before. Releasing his neck, I bounce even faster on his dick and observe his expression. His eyes go wide as he stares back at me before his eyes flash black, and his chest starts rumbling.
Is he purring?
Before I can analyze what’s happening, my body answers and rumbles back. Slayer's tentacle around my waist moves down to my clit and a sucker, which I’m unaware of and unprepared for, adds more friction against my bundle of nerves that shoots me over the edge. I scream and feel my body vibrate so hard that my teeth gnash together. Slayer’s hands fall to my hips as he groans his release and stills my trembling thighs. Pleasure ricochets through me as I feel his cum fill me, sending another shock wave and throwing me into the sweetest darkness and nothingness.