Chapter 13 #2
"Ye wanted truth, ye sick fuck?" he growls. “Let’s see how you take it down your throat.”
With his hands fisted in Red Hands’s hair, he thrusts his cock into Red Hands’s gaping maw, shoving deep, his throat bulging around James’s girth.
A gurgling scream erupts from his throat.
Blood bubbles up around James’s shaft as James starts fucking his mouth, hips snapping forward with brutal force.
His almost skinless body arches in futile resistance, his muffled screams vibrating around James's cock.
The sight of James’s punishment shoots a fresh wave of heat straight to my core, making my cunt clench tighter around Eddie's cock.
He feels it, growls low in his throat, and drives into me harder, his hips slamming me against the splintered wall with enough force to draw blood from the scrapes on my back.
Each thrust is a claim, his thick length splitting me open, dragging against my walls in a rhythm that's all need, his balls slapping wetly against my skin, slick with our mixed fluids and the blood splattered all over me.
Daddy's shadow-tendril thickens in my ass, cold and relentless, stretching me to the brink of pain as it pumps in counterpoint to Eddie's strokes, filling me so completely I feel like I'll split apart.
Dark pleasure jolts up my spine, my body trembling between them, caught in their dual assault.
Eddie's hand slides down to my clit, fingers rough and blood-smeared, circling the swollen nub, pinching until I whimper, the edge of ecstasy sharpening into something vicious.
As James fucks Red Hands’s mouth, he reaches down with one shadow-clawed hand, digits solidifying into sharp points. He digs into Red Hands’s left eye socket, fingers plunging into the wet cavity with a squelch, scooping out the eyeball in a gory mess.
Red Hands thrashes and howls around James’s cock, the sound wet and choked. His eye pops free, dangling by threads before James yanks it loose, tossing it aside like trash.
Blood and clear jelly ooze from the hole, mixing with the gore already coating his cock as he keeps thrusting, deeper, harder. Blood and saliva froth up with every savage plunge.
James switches to the right eye, gouging it out with a twist, the orb bursting under the pressure. Fluid sprays across his chest. Red Hands’s screams turn to desperate, gurgling wheezes around the invading shaft.
"Look at ye now," James taunts, his voice strained with pleasure, embers flaring in his eyes. "Nae more watching. Nae more seeing underneath."
I grin as I watch him and pull Eddie to me even tighter.
Eddie bites my neck harder, sucking at the fresh mark while his cock pistons into me, grinding deep on every upstroke, the friction building that coil in my belly tighter, hotter.
I moan loudly. Daddy's tendril twists inside my ass, coiling colder, deeper, teasing nerves I didn't know could scream like this.
The pleasure borders on overload, my vision blurring at the edges, but I can't look away from James while he fucks Red Hands's mouth with savage snaps of his hips, each thrust choking off the man's screams into wet, muffled vibrations that hum along James's length.
James fucks faster with loud groans, shadows rippling over his skin, his balls slapping against Red Hands’s chin. Blood slicks everything until his thrusts turn sloppy, savage.
Red Hands's flayed form shudders and goes limp.
My body seizes as Eddie slams into me faster, his fingers grinding my clit without mercy, Daddy's shadow fucking my ass in perfect sync, cold pulses making my insides clench and flutter.
I gasp, hips bucking to meet them, the stairwell wall biting into my flesh, every nerve alight with pain and pleasure.
James’s rhythm falters, turning feral. Even though Red Hands has gone limp at last, James doesn't stop, pumping a few more savage strokes before roaring his release, cum flooding the mangled throat and spilling out in thick, bloody rivulets.
The defiling, the raw violence, the sight of his squirting cock, pushes me over the edge. Eddie slams into me one last time, grinding deep, his cock pulsing as he comes with a guttural groan, flooding me with heat. Daddy's shadow-tendril thrusts fully into my ass.
My orgasm crashes through me like shattered glass. My cunt spasms around Eddie's cock, ass clenching on Daddy's tendril, pleasure ripping through me in violent waves that leave me screaming, my body arched and shaking against the wall.
Eddie follows with a guttural curse, burying deep and flooding me with heat, while Daddy's shadows pulse one last, icy surge inside me, drawing out every tremor until I'm spent, slumped between them. The basement reeks of blood and sex.
James pulls out, his cock dripping, and kicks the body aside.
Daddy handles the rest. Shadows swarm like a plague of locusts, hooking into every untouched inch of Red Hands.
They pull in unison, a symphony of ripping flesh.
Skin sloughs off in gruesome patches, some in whole pieces that flap and dangle before tearing free, others in shreds that leave ragged edges dripping.
His face goes last: shadows prying under the eyelids, along the lips, peeling the ordinary mask away to reveal the bloody skull beneath.
Allen Webb is a flayed corpse now, every inch of skin gone, just raw muscle and tendon and bone glistening in the dim light. Blood pools around him, thick and dark, while James’s cum still drips from what’s left of his mouth.
I step toward him through his blood, peeling off the rest of my clothes as I go, and kick him in the side. Like I expected, he doesn’t move.
Red Hands is dead.
James’s hand finds my bare shoulder, his touch buzzing with shared darkness.
“Well done, my queen,” he murmurs, lips against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “All queens deserve a proper flaying.”
Eddie nods as he crosses toward me, his cock tucked back into his pants, his blue eyes dark with something that might be justice or just satisfaction. The air hums with Daddy’s approval, cold and vast.
Red Hands wanted revelation. We gave it to him. Layer by bloody layer.
It’s then that I realize the position he’s in. He’s caught between a kneel, like his victims, and a bow, knees curled underneath him, one hand pressed flat to the floor and the other in his lap.
He’s finally learned how to bow to the queen.
I grin.
Eddie moves in front of me. His blue eyes scan my face, and he brings his fingers to my cheek, smearing blood that was already there across my skin. The gesture is possessive, primal.
“You’re shaking,” he says.
“I’m not cold,” I say.
It’s the aftershock of power, a hunger so deep it feels like my bones are hollow.
“Aye, she is shaking,” James says, his hands coming to my hips, pulling me back against the solid, muscular wall of his body. I can feel his erection even though he just came, hard and insistent against the small of my back. “And I know exactly what she needs.”
Daddy’s presence expands, becoming a sensual, smothering blanket. The air grows colder, but the cold is laced with a promise that burns.
Eddie’s thumb traces my lower lip, pressing inside, making me taste the copper on my skin.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, his dark hair flopping over one eye. “Do you need more of us?”
“Yes.” The word is a bare scrape of sound.
That’s all the permission they need. Without a hint of strategizing, they switch places so that James is in front of me and Eddie is in the back.
James kneels in front of me slowly and licks a path downward. The heat of his palms, rough and demanding, map my curves, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples until I gasp.
Eddie watches for a moment, his eyes dark, then he presses in behind me, turns my head toward his, and kisses me.
Slow, deep, and consuming, he licks the taste of blood from my mouth and shares it.
His hand slides down my back, over my ass, shoving me tighter against James’s mouth in front of me while he trails a path to my pussy.
I am trapped between them, and I have never felt freer.
James’s hands hook behind my thighs.
“Need to taste ye,” he growls, and his mouth is on me, his tongue laving through my folds with a ruthless, focused hunger.
He devours me, his stubble scraping my inner thighs, his tongue spearing inside me, then circling my clit with rough, perfect pressure.
I cry out, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him to me.
The sight of him—kneeling, ember-eyed, feasting on me amidst the evidence of torture and murder—sends a shock of pure, dark lust straight to my core.
Eddie’s hands smooth over my hips, and his cock, once again freed from his pants, once again very hard, presses against the cleft of my ass.
He bends me over slightly, but James doesn’t seem to mind the new angle while he feasts.
Eddie pushes inside me in one slow, inexorable thrust, filling me, stretching me.
The dual sensation—James’s mouth working my clit, Eddie filling my pussy from behind—makes my vision blur.
“Fuck…yes,” I moan.
James sucks my clit into his mouth and hums, which makes my legs buckle.
Eddie holds me up, his arm banded around my waist, his other hand coming around to palm my breast and pinch my nipple in time with his thrusts.
They move in a brutal, perfect rhythm, using me, feeding their own hunger and mine.
I come violently, screaming into the damp, bloody air, my body convulsing around Eddie’s cock, against James’s tongue. They don’t stop. They ride me through it, through the oversensitivity, into a new wave of raw, aching need.
James rises, his mouth glistening with my juices. He kisses me, letting me taste myself on his blood-sprayed lips.
“My turn,” he says against my mouth.