Chapter Four
Riot
A s I lay in the dark, the shadows enveloping me, the ground feels like a block of ice against my back. It’s colder down here, but I welcome it. It eases the fever that consumes me, even as the sweat gathers on my brow. I can hear each droplet as it hits the hard cement underneath me. I can hear everything and nothing.
Maureen Blackwell .
She was my firecracker. My light in the endless night that I fixated on while the poison twisted through my veins. An obsession that has festered to the brink of insanity. But she is tainted, charred by the blood in her body like an ancient curse.
If I had known that night that she was a Blackwell, things would have gone a hell of a lot differently. She was sad and beautiful and covered in cum. I took pity on her. If I had known, I would have ruined her right then.
Instead, I got distracted by her thick pouty lips and amber-colored eyes. I had envisioned those lips wrapped around my cock. I imagined how those eyes would brim with tears as she choked on me. I thought she was special, but she’s just another whore.
Just another traitorous Blackwell, sent here to spite me. Her blasphemous family got off easy after what they did to mine. But their little slut is in my backyard now. In my fucking web. All alone.
And I’m a hungry spider .
I stretch my legs and let out a deep breath. A sliver of the moon peeks into my vision through the skylight. The stars surround it like an army. This is what it feels like to belong to the night. To be one with it. To command it .
I pinch my eyes shut and curse under my breath. The rage I feel for my firecracker stings like the seven cuts on my chest. My fury festers as blood trickles down my stomach. I want to make her feel what I feel.
A surge of adrenaline courses through my veins, mingling with the poison as my sacrifice is taken by the raven. Its spirit rushes through me like a storm. I arch my back and cry out. The pressure smashes against my bones. My lungs fill with fire. I can taste the smolder on my tongue. I lick my lips and picture her face.
Fuck.
I slam my fists on the ground. It’s not supposed to be like this. Not here in this sacred place. Not when I’m in ritual.
I hate her. I hate myself.
I release a quivering breath as I unzip my pants. The frosty cellar air hits my hard cock and I bite down on my lip so hard, blood fills my mouth.
“Mmm… fuck.” I slide my hand up and down my cock, surrendering to its need. Her amber-colored eyes flash in my mind as I roll my thumb over the tip, smearing my pre cum around in circles.
I need this release.
The blood from my ritual cuts continue to ooze, sparking with power as I stroke faster, squeezing my dick harder with every thrust. I imagine my little firecracker, envisioning her swollen lips around my cock instead of my own hand. Picturing her tears and how I would lick them clean.
The pressure rumbles down my shaft, and I slap my inner thigh with my free hand. An explosion of tingles rolls through me. “Oh, fuck.” My cum shoots out, sizzling as it marks the cold cement. I rock back and forth as my orgasm builds and threatens to suffocate me.
The last of it oozes out, and I take deep breaths, willing my heartbeat to slow. Fuck, that’s what I get for edging myself. Ever since that night I saw her…
I had made offerings for her. Sacrifices . And the raven finally answered my cry. She came to Raven’s Gate. To Tenebrose. But I should have been more careful of what I wished for. She could have been my queen…
Now I’ll make her my slut. She’ll be nothing but a toy for us to play with. And I’ll take every ounce of my self-loathing out on her mouth and her cunt and her tight ass. There’ll be no part of her that is unmarked or unscathed.
Two hooded figures tower over me, snapping me out of my revenge fantasy. The taller one eyes my dick. I lost track of their names. They serve Nocturnus like lap dogs. Their names and souls are inconsequential. Insignificant.
“Stare at it any harder, and I’ll make you suck it,” I snap. “Why are you bothering me?”
The one drooling over me, blushes. “You asked us for an update on the Blackwell girl.”
The shorter of the two clears his throat. “We got you a copy of her class schedule.”
Un-fucking-believable .
I leap to my feet, not bothering to tuck my dick back inside my jeans. “You came down to the fucking ritual room to give me a piece of paper I can get for myself?”
I enjoy the looks in their eyes, the way their faces twist in horror. I imagine what their insides look like curdling with fear.
The shorter initiate tilts his chin up. “Atlas said we should give it to you now.”
I almost burst out laughing. Almost.
“Give me your knife.”
He hesitates and looks at the taller one.
I rush into him, and he stumbles back. “Do I have to ask you again?”
He shakes his head as he fumbles for his knife. In one swift motion, I yank it from him and thrust it into the taller one’s belly.
A gurgling cry wrenches from his throat as he keels over. Their eyes widen as I wave the knife over his head. “Never. Enter. The. Ritual. Room.”
Blood spills from his gut and his face pales. The shorter one’s mouth fills with bile but I arch my eyebrow at him, and he quickly swallows it.
“Am I understood?”
They both nod.
“Now get the fuck out of here. If he dies, bury him in the woods. Nocturnus is hallowed ground. Only the deserving get to rest here.”
The whispers will grow again. Talk of the madness that takes place inside these walls will spread like wildfire. But they know better than to talk for too long or too loudly. They know what happens to those who get in our way.
As I put my dick back in my pants, another tremor trickles down my shaft. I can’t wait to show Maureen Blackwell what happens to those who get in my way.
The circular room we’re in was built for punishment. A way for all who watch to get a good view. It’s archaic, cold, and brutal from its stone walls and black cement floor to the steel table in the center.
I sit in a velvet chair with Valentin and Atlas on either side of me. I gaze around the room, taking stock of the initiates’ faces. They must never get too comfortable. I have to keep these animals in their fucking places. The stunt Libra pulled last night was abhorrent. She fucking knew exactly what she was doing bringing Maureen Blackwell into this house. And now she will have to deal with the consequences. I can’t have any of these fuckers thinking they can go around doing the same.
“Bring her in.” I nod to the initiate by the door. I can hear her spoiled little voice whining as the door opens and she’s dragged in by two of my largest initiates. They push her forward until she’s standing between me and the steel table.
“Riot, I told you I was sorry. I didn’t realize you hated the Blackwells that fucking much, okay?”
I spread my legs and lean back against the chair. “Don’t be a cunt, Libra. Own what you did. I told you there’d be consequences.”
The reality of what’s happening is beginning to set in as sweat beads down her neck and chest. “Atlas,” she pleads. “I’m your fucking cousin for fuck’s sake. Do something.”
He shakes his head. “I am doing something. Teaching you a fucking lesson. You know the rules, Lib. You’ve known them your whole life.”
Tears stream down her cheeks. Fucking pathetic. This girl is the most manipulative chick I know. And she’s done far worse to others than what I’m about to do to her.
“We can do this one of two ways, Libra. You can be compliant and own your punishment. Or… well you don’t want to hear the other way.”
She nervously glances around the room, looking at each of the twenty initiates that surround her. “I-I comply,” she murmurs and lowers her head.
I nod at the two brutes who brought her in, and they step back, releasing her arms from their grip.
“Take off your clothes,” I state without any desire to see her naked. No, this is about power. About making a statement to everyone here. Not even the cousin of a Nocturnus member is safe from punishment. If I’m doing this to Atlas’s own blood relative, what do they think I’ll do to one of them if they cross me?
Her hands tremble on each button of her designer cashmere cardigan. The electricity in the room sizzles as she unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the ground. I look around the room and see some of the initiates leaning forward now. Some adjust their cocks.
I let out a deep sigh. “Everything, Libra. Bra and panties too.”
She starts to open her mouth to protest but thinks better of it. She keeps her gaze on the ground as she unhooks her bra. A few gasps ring out at the sight of her full breasts and hardened nipples. It’s cold as fuck down here for a reason.
She shimmies out of her panties and starts to cover her pussy with her hand when I shake my head in disapproval. Her hands quickly go back to her sides.
“You brought this on yourself, Libra. Last night you made a fool of me bringing that Blackwell girl into my house. Who’s the fool now?”
Libra whimpers. “I am. I deserve my punishment.”
A surge of adrenaline rushes through my veins at her display of submission. I nod at the two brutes again and they return to her side. “Turn around and bend over the table, Libra.”
As she does what I ask, one of the brutes secures her wrists in his, holding them down against the table. Her breasts smash against the cold steel. With her head turned to the side, I can see the tears that trickle out from behind her closed eyes.
“Spread your legs nice and wide for him.”
The initiates around the room practically salivate as they watch her widen her stance. Her lily-white ass twitches even before the first lash is given.
The brute removes his studded leather belt from his pants, the look in his eyes feral. He folds the belt and brings it down hard against her ass.
“ Fuck ,” Libra cries out.
The brute looks at me, and I nod. “Again.”
His eyes blaze with hunger as he smacks the belt down harder. Libra jerks and twists. Red welts are already forming on her porcelain skin.
An initiate tries to stifle a moan as the brute teases her now, dragging the belt up and down her ass crack. She trembles and pinches her eyes shut tight.
I nod and he unleashes another lash with fury. Libra shrieks like a banshee. “Please, stop,” she whispers.
But I’m not satisfied yet. A few spankings will only make her more defiant. No. I need to properly remind her of who we are.
“Turn her over.”
The brute holding her wrists flips her over as if she weighs nothing.
Libra shakes her head. “Riot, I’ve learned my lesson. Please. I can beg if you want me to. Don’t you want to hear me beg?”
“The only thing I want to hear from your cunt mouth right now are your screams,” I snarl. “Now get completely on the table and spread your fucking legs.”
The one brute drags her all the way on while the second one positions himself between her legs. He licks his lips as he eyes her pussy, and a sick and twisted idea is born.
I hold up my hand for him to wait as he taps the belt against his palm. “I’ll make you a deal then, Libra. I can be somewhat merciful.”
She’s practically panting now. “Anything. Riot, please. Just tell me what you want.”
Valentin snickers as he knows me too well.
I lick my lips. “You can get another lashing from the front, or… you can let him touch you. I know he wants to shove his fat fucking fingers inside that tight pussy of yours. It’s your choice though, Libra. I’m not gonna force you.”
It was her turn to snicker. “Some choice you’re giving me.”
“Clock is ticking. What’s it going to be?” Judging by the way she’s squirming, her ass is probably not feeling so great right now.
“Fine. He can touch me,” she whimpers. “But only with his hands.”
I smirk. “Fair enough.” As I nod to the brute his eyes light up. He grunts and drops the belt to the ground.
The sexual tension in the room thickens as they look on. The brute doesn’t even wait before he shoves a thick finger inside her pussy. She cries out as he thrusts another one in without coaxing. His tongue wags out of his mouth as he finger fucks her.
“Are you going to cum, Libra? Or are you so disgusted by all of this? I’m guessing there’s a part of you that’s turned on. Tell you what, I’m not going to let him stop until you cum for him.”
She grunts and grinds her teeth. I can see her clenching from here.
“Give into it, Lib,” Valentin coos.
The brute thrusts a third finger inside her and rubs her clit with his thumb. She bucks now, unable to control her own body’s reaction. Her cries turn to moans as he rocks his hand against her.
I hear a couple of oh, fucks from a few of the initiates around the room. A few others have their cocks out and are rubbing one out.
“Pinch her clit between your fingers, my brother. Pinch it real hard and watch what happens.”
He grins wide and does what I say. And the floodgates open. Libra arches her back and screams. I can almost see the orgasm rolling through her, traveling through every nerve in her body.
The brute works his fingers in deeper, pumping them faster as she cums all over him. It spills out and down her thighs, and then onto the steel table in puddles. He takes his fingers out of her pussy and sucks on them, licking every drop of her cream off. He closes his eyes and savors it like it’s his last meal.
“Can I go now, please?” she begs.
Atlas snickers beside me. “He just let you cum pretty hard, Lib. I think you should be more thankful.”
She sighs. The brute still eyes her pussy while she looks anywhere but at him.
“We’re almost done here. But not quite.” I motion to the initiate in the back row who’s still stroking his cock. “You, come here.”
He starts to put his cock in his pants, and I snarl. “Leave it out. I want you to finish on her.” I point at Libra. “Finish on her face.”
Her tears begin to stream again as the squirrely initiate stands over her. It doesn’t take him long. He fists his cock a few more times and then his cum bursts out. He moans loudly.
“Don’t spill a drop, brother. I want you to paint her fucking face with it. Get it in her fucking hair too,” I bark.
And he does everything I ask. I’m mesmerized by the brutality of the scene. She coughs as it goes up her nose and down her throat. It oozes down her temples in thick white ropes, dripping into her ears and down her neck. This bitch will never fucking cross me again in her pathetic life. Never.
“You look like a stupid cunt, Libra. Now get the fuck out of my house.”
She scrambles off the table and starts to put on her skirt when I stop her.
“I said go. Now. Right fucking now. This isn’t a dressing room. You can put those back on when you’re off my fucking property.”
She looks at me like she wants to murder me. But the fear outweighs her rage. As I watch her scurry out of the room as fast as her legs will take her, the poison in my veins surges. I’m high on power. Addicted to it like a drug.
And soon I will have special things in store for Maureen Blackwell. Her punishment for stepping foot in this town will be far worse. The thought of her naked and bent over gets me harder than anything ever has.