Chapter 16 Sangrel #2
I throw her legs one after another over my shoulders, and her pussy is now inches from my face, its fragrance mixing in my nostrils with the iron smell of blood.
I trace my tongue through her entrance before my lips close around her clit, sucking on it and grazing it gently with my teeth until I have her moaning and bucking her hips, grinding herself against me.
I plunge two fingers inside her, and her walls spasm around them, pulling them deeper in as she cries and shudders with her first orgasm of the night.
Warm rivulets of her glistening juices trail down my hand, cooling before they get caught in the hairs on my arm. I lick them off, their salty flavour complementing the residual taste of her blood on my tongue.
Then I have to chew the inside of my cheek until I draw my pawn’s blood to stop myself from coming, my balls nearly exploding, and my cock so engorged with blazing lust that it feels like its skin will soon rip.
When I speak, my voice comes out as nothing but a breathless rasp, “You are my religion, and this is how I pray. On my knees in front of you and savouring you with all my senses.”
She lets out a surprised huff, a sound between a moan and a giggle, her head lolling back. A drop of her arousal falls to the ground with the faintest splat. That’s when I notice the discarded prayer beads a few inches from my knee.
I want to make her feel good in all the ways she likes, stronger than she thought she could. I want the Enemy to hear her screaming my name in His residence. I want to show him beyond a shred of doubt that she is mine, mine, MINE!
I coat the beads in her juices, but it’s not enough.
So, I reach up and drag my fingers through the blood still welling reluctantly in the fresh wound of her brand.
She hisses, her body tensing. But I’m done in no time, and she relaxes again.
I rub the beads until they’re warm and red, their surface slippery.
Then I hold them firmly in my fist. Pushing my hand between her arse cheeks, I align the tip of the folded elastic ring with the puckered little hole between them.
“Fucking hell,” she groans when I slide them in carefully.
I put my mouth back on her clit, and I shove three fingers into the vice of her pulsating cunt with a claiming jab. Her walls react, squeezing me so hard they nearly snap my knuckles in half.
She moans as I start working her in all three places: sucking on the bud between my lips, rubbing and stretching her pussy with my fingers and pushing the beads in and tugging them back out gently.
“Daddy ...” she gasps, trembling underneath my touch.
“No. My name. Say my name,” I growl, my need slashing through me like rage, made stronger by the proximity of the Enemy and His outraged gaze.
I pinch her clit between my teeth, rolling it over the edges. Roxana screams, bucking her hips, her heels kicking my back as she quakes with euphoria.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Her thighs and calves tensing, she digs her heels into my shoulder blades to force me closer to herself. The chain rattles against the stone crossbar as she jerks and struggles frantically to rub herself over my face.
“Call my name!” I urge her without taking my mouth off her.
“Your real name?”
“I have many names, dark darling.” A smile seeps into my voice. “None of them real.” I nip at her clit, and she whimpers. “Call my name before I seed your womb. Call—”
My hand connects with the side of her ass, and the impact echoes loudly.
“My—”
Slap.
“Name!”
Slap.
“Sangrel!” Roxana obeys, panting. “Sangrel! Sangrel!” She keeps repeating it, louder and louder, until her voice grows hoarse.
I pull the beads out almost to the tip, then slide them back in until only the little metal cross at the end of their loop protrudes from the puckered opening.
She howls, her pussy spasming and pulling my fingers deeper.
I massage her front wall, drawing circles over it and varying the pressure of my touch.
Sucking her clit sharply between my lips, I start flicking my tongue over it, and I don’t stop, not even when her chants turn to a loud, continuous screech.
With a mighty final tremor, she freezes in my hands when she first starts coming. And then she melts, and very suddenly, my face and the front of my chest are warm and wet as she squirts all over me like stormy skies finally bursting with an outpour of rain.
Blinking to dispel the liquid from my eyes, I glance up to see her tits bob on her heaving chest. She looks down on me with a breathless smile.
“I give you my holy fucking water,” she says and then bursts out cackling.
I join her, laughing until my pawn’s chest hurts, and the sound of our glee bounces off the walls and resonates throughout the chapel hall, the flickering candlelight dancing on the stained glass of the windowpanes and our long shadows jerking with hysterics on the ground.
I waste no time, already undoing my belt buckle before I get off my knees.
Straightening up, I let her legs slide down my waist until her meaty thighs rest in the palms of my hands, her ankles crossed behind the small of my back, their soft little heels digging warmly into the flesh of my arse.
I ram the head of my cock into her so hard that she jerks upwards with the rattle of her chain.
She yelps when I hit her cervix, her eyes rolling back with the intensity of the impact and her face contorting both with pain and pleasure.
Her sharp little canines are protruding beneath her plump lips, their coat of red lipstick smeared and uneven, her glistening pink tongue resting in her mouth. Irresistible.
I press my lips onto hers, our teeth colliding and noses getting in the way as I plunder her with my tongue and my cock, reaching between her arse cheeks to work the beads in and out of her tight hole.
I keep her head trapped between my face and the stone cross so that she can’t pull away from me as I keep invading her mouth until her loud moans and whimpers are reverberating down my throat, and she’s trembling against me uncontrollably.
“Your vow,” she rasps before she even takes a breath when I finally pull away from her.
I grind and gyrate, her protruding hip bones digging into my pawn’s stomach.
“What?” I ask.
“You said an oath binds you. I want to know its words.”
I only growl in response, the sound a guttural rumble tearing from deep within my chest.
“I want you to fuck me really hard and recite your vow,” she mewls, her expression a blissful agony. “Please, I want to hear the words that made you who you are.”
Her eyes are sleepy, cat-like, horny slits, squinting up at me with what may look like a plea, but really is a command, because how could I refuse that magnificent creature anything at all, in this world or another, when she is mad with craving me, when she has led me through the gates of the Enemy and let me brand her as my own right under his sight. When she’s going to carry my son.
I bend my knees, sliding out of her until only the quivering head of my cock remains inside of her convulsing cunt.
“Let rivers flow crimson with the blood of youth ...”
Words rolling from my tongue, my voice raspy with lust and my cadence flat and forbidding, I grab her hips firmly and jerk her down at the same time as I straighten my legs, driving into her.
“Let screams of a thousand virgins fill my halls.”
The chains clang and her cries rattle the stained windows, and I don’t wait for them to die out before I’m rutting into her again with unhurried force, bottoming out.
“No joyful voice be heard, no hopeful day be lived.”
Our bones crunch against each other, and ecstasy cuts through me like a blazing sword, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip to stop the monumental waves of pleasure that are coursing through me and threatening to overflow.
“Fires of damnation shall eat their land, and their fields shall lie barren and bare,” I grit through my clenched teeth, and Roxana’s ecstatic shriek winds itself through the gravelly sound of my timbre like wisps of smoke sifting through jagged rocks.
“An eternal night shall descend upon them in a rain of ash.”
Rhythmically, I ram into her, and her pussy meets me halfway, seizing around me in greedy throes and pulling me so deep into Roxana’s raging hot body that I no longer know where she ends and I begin.
Each sharp slap of our flesh is like the fall of a hammer as we forge an inferno to rule over between us to the ringing chimes of the chain against stone.
“Hear the mortal wails of dying days, for I am a descent into the deepest pits of Hell.”
Thrust.
“There be no mercy for those born in blood and bound in bones.”
Thrust.
“Their hearts be turned to stone, their dreams to smoke, their hopes to dust.”
My balls start to throb, and my dick gets so engorged that I feel lightheaded from the way it seeps blood from the rest of my body—my pawn’s human body, mostly pathetic but wonderous when between Roxana’s legs.
And I’m no longer fighting the freefall of my climax and instead let it pulsate through me.
“Forsaking all light, I make my vow to darkness.”
Roxana tips over the edge at the same time, throwing her head back sideways so that it rests on the crossbar, her eyes closed and her mouth gaping open in a mute scream.
And as my release gushes out of me, her walls spasm violently, jerking every drop of my cum from me until there is none left to give, her voracious womb sucking all of me into its fertile depths, depleting me so thoroughly that for a few heartbeats I lose the grasp on all my senses and I detach from my pawn’s feeble shell and I am blind and deaf and shapeless.
“For I am become a mercenary of everlasting death,” I finish in a hoarse voice when I regain my shaky consciousness.
A loud, metallic thud like thunder sounds above our heads, followed by a screech like that of nails against a chalkboard, and then a softer thump level with us.
“What the fuck was that?” Roxana asks, lifting her head with great effort, her hair dishevelled and her face full of shadows.
“Well, my dark darling.” On an impulse, I graze her cheek with my knuckles. “Unless I’m much mistaken, that was the sound of the Enemy’s cross falling off the roof.”