15. Jason #2
I follow like a dutiful servant, climbing onto the table, the wet press of innards squishing beneath my knees.
Daisy quickly grabs the blight’s liver, ripping at it in a raw, violent motion.
My stomach burns with hunger. I want another piece.
She needs to give me more. Daisy’s hands seize my jacket, and she uses it to yank me close, my chest slamming into her.
Her lips crashes into mine, wild and urgent, and I gasp.
Daisy tongues the liver from her mouth into mine, and I can’t help the noise that escapes me.
I whimper, swallowing her heavenly offering.
Daisy pulls away from me to bury her face in the blight’s chest, slurping juice as I savor the piece she’s given me.
“Fuck, that’s good.” I run my hands along my neck, tracing the bob of my throat and arching into the sensation.
My groin aches, need pulsing, my own touch against my neck sending me to the edge of pleasure.
“Do you feel that, Brother?” Daisy lifts her hands, eyes wide.
I look into her void-like pupils, falling into the abyss, and finding something unworldly.
I pull myself out and really look at Daisy.
Her face is smeared with the monster’s glowing blood, a wild crown upon her brow.
But somehow, her beauty has reached new heights.
Her blonde hair shimmers with radiant light, eyes glittering with starlit brilliance, and a magnetic, shadowy energy seems to pulse from her very being.
My back twitches, something driving me to bend down and submit, like Daisy has ascended into the dark goddess she’s destined to become. My goddess.
Reaching for Daisy, I grab the back of her neck and pull her toward me.
The distance between us is unsettling and wrong.
Her skin beneath my touch is electric, as if she holds the universe inside her.
My tongue traces the luminous sheen across her lips and cheeks, and I groan, savoring every glistening drop.
A wild rush ignites in my veins, and the world spins faster with every heartbeat.
Daisy firmly presses her hands against my chest and I drift downward, weightless.
I sink into the gore, gazing up with hazy wonder as my sister looms above me, regal and dominating.
Fuck, how could I ever have pretended to hate her?
How could I have tried to fight against something that feels like fate?
Her fingers tease the sides of her dress, pulling it upward.
“If you want to eat my pussy, what do you say?”
My cock twitches and I smirk. I know the answer to the question. And I want this reward, which means I’ll be obedient.
“Thank you.”
Her head tilts to the side, like she’s expecting more. A simple thank you is not enough.
“Please feed me your pussy, Stepsister. Please, let me pinch your pretty clit between my split tongue until your cum is dripping down my neck.”
“You’re such a good boy.”
She’s said those words before, but this is the first time they spark a real urge in me to please Daisy.
I’ve never been a good person, yet with Daisy, I find myself wanting to become my best, wicked self.
I’ll be good, then maybe bad…and she might have to punish me.
The thought seems thrilling because I know my blonde nymph would be creative in her discipline.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I daydream about what she might be into.
Would she tie me up and fuck me? Cage my cock and make me cry from the torture?
Maybe I should be naughty. I find myself eager to ask Daisy about the secret fantasies that linger in her mind.
My gaze rises. Heaven is between her thighs, pink and perfect, with the cutest patch of blonde hair. Daisy slowly lowers her cunt down onto my face. I wrap my arms around her thighs, locking her in place. I want to suffocate in her glorious, swollen pussy.
“Fuck,” she groans loudly the instant my split tongue touches her core.
Daisy rocks against my mouth and I moan, captivated by my stepsister’s forbidden taste.
It’s a mix of sweet and salty, with hints of her perfume.
She should be off limits, but I’ve never been the type to follow the rules.
I flatten the two halves of my tongue, savoring every drop as I move from the bottom of her pussy, swiping up to the top.
“Oh, fuck. It’s even better than I imagined.” Daisy gasps and I work faster, hell-bent on making her feel good.
My cock rubs against the harsh denim of my jeans, a sharp pressure that flares into a satisfying ache, and my thoughts thicken with lust. The table rocks faster with Daisy’s thrusts and my fingers dig into her pillowy thighs while I fuck her pussy with my tongue.
The depraved wet sounds of my stepsister fucking herself on my face fill the room, spurring me to devour her cunt with eager need.
“You’re eating my pussy like a good little slut.” My eyes flutter shut at her words, desire twisted so tightly that I’m on the verge of agony. She doesn’t stop grinding, giving me no reprieve. “Are you going to come for me? Make a mess of yourself, pretty boy?”
I squeeze my eyes tighter. Fuck, I don’t want to come in my pants. I need to put an end to this before I do.
I move my tongue separately to pinch her clit. She lets out a breathless squeal and her thighs clench tighter around my head. Her body shudders with pleasure.
I do it again, and Daisy cries out even louder.
“Jason!”
With her whole body coiled tightly around me, her breathing fast and panting, I know she’s close. But so am I.
Daisy grips my hair tightly, the pain distracting me from coming in my jeans while she continues to grind against my face, using me for her pleasure.
Her moans are loud and fervent. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, and she shrieks as her ambrosial flavor drenches my mouth.
I take her orgasm like a starving man, my tongue sliding up and down, guiding her through her waves of pleasure.
Her thighs loosen from around my ears and she lifts herself off me, lying down next to me instead. I groan, missing the weight of her pussy crushing my face.
Caught between Daisy’s arousal and the blight inside me, a fracture forms deep in my soul.
My stomach snarls with hunger, desperate to consume everything in reach.
I twist closer, my teeth finding her neck and sinking deep.
Daisy moans, her body shivering beneath my rough grip.
Her perfume, sweat, and the syrupiness of the blight cling to my tongue.
Still, it is not enough. My craving only grows.
“Everything about you tortures me,” I growl, my lips still wrapped around her neck, wanting so badly to have a part of Daisy within me. “I want to eat you.”
She doesn’t seem disturbed by my statement, only thoughtful. I can’t believe I ever thought Daisy wouldn’t be right for me or that we didn’t belong together. I’m really starting to think that, beneath the angelic guise, she’s twisted, just like me.
Daisy sits up.