Chapter 74
Davian
Atrinus
THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND
Bad Omens
That was the moment when my deepest, darkest core exploded, and Atrinus shot into the transparent fibers of my being in the form of black ink shadows. The moment when he gained control over me.
Over the years, I had tried to eradicate the darkness and the primal urges within me, to wipe them out. But how easily can ink be removed from paper fibers?
After all the battles, it had retreated into my innermost core, hidden deep within me, untouchable by anything, even myself, and I had believed it had been weakened, on the verge of death. Until Quill had reached out her ink-stained fingers to it and lured it to her.
They were both made of the same substance. Two ink shadows. Reunited.
And he hungered for her.
“Atrinus wants to ruin you.”
“Then let him finally ruin me,” she gasped into my mouth.
My gaze darkened, and I clenched my teeth hungrily.
Of course she would react to him. She was fucking his.
Her hand landed on my belt, and this time I’d be damned if I stopped her.
She fumbled with the buckle and I helped her open it until my cock ached with impatience.
“Free him, Velina. He’s waiting for you. He needs you.”
My words made her hand yank impatiently at the side of my pants, mine at the other, until they finally slid down, along with my boxers.
I didn’t wait for them to reach the bottom and reached for that soaked part of Quill’s panties that covered her pussy.
She lifted her bent legs with a soft whimper and spread them.
“Oh, Velina,” Atrinus chuckled softly through me, turning me into the possessed being I’d always been. “You want to be my submissive little whore, hmm?”
She swallowed with that goddamn docile look that gave Atrinus far too much power over me.
I pushed the fabric, soaked in her juices, aside, pressed my throbbing cock fully against her with the next painful kiss, and immediately slid over her lips, right into her panties.
“Fuck, Velina, you’re so wet for him…”
Quill’s moan filled the entire room. Loud and unrestrained. So feminine and tormented that my cock grew even harder and I pressed myself against her until we both moaned into the next hungry kiss.
This was all I wanted. Until the end of my days.
Quill pressed herself against me, her nails raking across my back, and I groaned under the sweetest pain this woman had ever inflicted on me, until I couldn’t take it anymore, grabbed my cock, and pressed the tip against her dripping slit.
I pulled away from the kiss, and we both stared at each other, breathless, forehead to forehead.
Two desperate sinners, ready to face their doom together.
Ink now adorned her lips as well, but I couldn’t bring myself to check where on her body I’d smudged my writing.
I wouldn’t waste another second waiting.
As slowly as possible, I slid into her, feeling her wet tightness tremble as it welcomed my aching cock, while Quill whimpered with her lips parted.
A sight that captivated me.
She looked so fucking perfect when I fucked her.
And I hadn’t even started yet.
“Uh… mmh…” I groaned, stretching her further and further. “Welcome him.”
I pushed myself all the way into her, until my balls pressed against her leaking pussy, pressed them harder against her.
“You’re doing so well…”
Quill let out a sound that made me press even tighter against her.
God, I could feel every single millimeter…
Carefully, I pulled back, trying not to close my eyes amid this breathtaking pleasure, watching her instead and felt into us, causing Quill to inhale shakily.
“Argh, God…” I growled.
She left me no choice but to push myself into her again, whereupon she dug her fingers into my hair with a moan of pleasure and pulled me toward her so that our lips collided.
Without a care in the world, we lost ourselves in another wet feverish kiss, and I thrust into her so relentlessly as if it could kill the despair that wanted to be as close to her as possible, that wanted to die inside her.
“Fuck me, Atrinus. Please… Fuck m-”
I didn’t even let her finish her plea. Cursing under my breath, I grabbed her hips and yanked her onto my lap before ramming back and forth, her loud, desperate moans tearing through the room once more.
Ink stained my mouth, I could taste it, yet neither of us seemed to care, because Quill licked over my lips again and again, spilling into my mouth as I rammed into her, searching for salvation.
This woman turned me into a sinner, corrupted me in such a bittersweet way that sin felt like the only salvation I would ever come close to in this earthly existence.
I didn’t hold back, groaning with every thrust and biting her plump lower lip whenever she deliberately tightened around my cock, as if she, just like me, couldn’t wait for me to shoot my load inside her.
There were so many parts of her body I wanted to see glistening with cum once I’d filled her pussy with my seed.
She was so wet down there that my balls slapped rhythmically and audibly against her until it became as loud as our moans.
Each of her agonized cries of pleasure made my cock thrust into her more mercilessly, faster and faster, until I felt her juices squirt against my thighs with every slap.
“You’re mine. And I…”
I clenched my teeth, letting Quill’s lustful sounds drive me into madness.
“…will…”
Another unexpectedly violent thrust and she cried out as if she were breaking. For me.
“…fill you with my seed.”
“Uh… Atrinus…”
Begging for his name like that was dangerous.
Do I have to show you that first, Velina? Do I have to blow my hot cum inside your…
“Fuck… Feather…”
I felt my cock explode inside her, everything spurting out of me.
Enemy Of Truth
Jung Se Rin
Desperately, I wrapped my arms around her trembling body, pressed her tightly against me, let her dig her nails into my back as she whimpered quietly, and buried my head in her shoulder, ready to merge with her once and for all as I poured myself into her without restraint.
Every twitch shook me until, my heart racing, I collapsed on top of her and buried my hands in her hair.
She was breathing heavily beneath me, pressing her lips against my neck.
This wasn’t real. It couldn’t possibly be real.
I didn’t know anything anymore. Just one thing.
We had just crossed a line from which there was no turning back. This would have consequences. And I didn’t know if I would be able to handle them.
I slid off Quill, pulled her into my arms, ready to never let her go again, even if reality didn’t work that way, and she instinctively nestled against me.
For a few seconds, I allowed myself to close my eyes and let the exhaustion wash over me as I pressed soft kisses against her hair.
My body was in a strangely pleasant state. Exhausted, fulfilled, peaceful…
Because of her.
She had sated Atrinus’s hunger for a fleeting moment, had given him what he craved, absorbed his black ink, transformed it into her blue, and filled my batteries with it.
But I couldn’t manage to switch off my mind, to stay in that precious moment, with that woman who deserved a life full of hope and steady arms.
A dark thought tried to rise from the depths of my subconscious, creeping menacingly slowly through my mind. That thought, whispering to me in a way I couldn’t ignore, that Quillon Veritas would never be my inner peace.
Even if transience someday
draws the last of your ink drops
from my dry veins and
eats the flesh from my bones,
time will reveal a skeletal structure,
from whose ribcage ink lilies will sprout.
– Leaking Batteries Diary