Chapter 18
The Doctor
Her cries echo through the forest as I grab at her hips in the darkness, digging my leather gloves deeper. She doesn’t even notice the body of Tommy, lying less than five feet away from her.
I continue thrusting, her juices coating us as our low grunts begin to match tempo. She’s squeezing my cock, milking me for all it’s worth.
My eyes roll back as I let out a soft whimper, my pleasure building to a peak. I grip her harder, guiding her hips as I bury myself in her dripping pussy.
Reaching forward, I grab her hair, twisting it around my fingers, then pull her head back toward me. Her back arches perfectly as her head falls back. I continue to breach her, keeping her close.
Moving my free hand around her body, I find her nipples. My gloved fingers lazily float over them as I whisper praise into her head.
You look so beautiful when you come undone for me.
Her legs begin to shake. “Oh, god,” she screams. My blood boils at the sound of his name on her tongue.
There’s no god here, little raver, I speak into her. Only infection. And I’m the one standing between you and death.
I remove my hands and push her forward into the cold, wet dirt. Her body is now inches from Tommy’s infected carcass, lying flat on her stomach. So close, her fingers almost touch it.
I grab the back of her head, twisting it just enough for her to realize, as I pull her ass up a couple of inches.
You see that, pretty girl? Her breath hitches like she’s holding back a scream. Stay still, and let me treat you… unless you want the infection to spread.
Her body trembles beneath me; she’s scared. Good. She needs to remember that I’m the one in control here.
I push my pants down and straddle her legs, placing each knee outside hers, trapping her under me. I lean down so my face is just above her ass. Pulling my mask up, I let a trail of saliva fall onto her tight hole.
She moves, trying to turn her head toward me, but I’m quicker. Reaching my hand out, I grab the bottom of her jaw and push her cheek into the ground. Forcing her to look at the vile, infected mess of a body lying useless next to her.
The hypnotic notes of Can You See Me? by Rezz fill the air around us, and the lights from the festival pulse around us, creating an almost hypnotic backdrop to this moment. Like the very festival I’ve been watching all these years is now watching us.
I grin to myself as I penetrate her ass, not allowing her a second to adjust. She’s a good girl. I know she can take it.
Her cries ring out around us as my hips buck into her, her tight hole stretching around me. I continue my brutal thrusts, slamming into her as deeply as I can.
I watch intently as her palms fly out, her fingers trying to grip on anything they can. It’s useless, though, so she opts for scratching her way through the dirt, moaning into the ground like the dirty, needy patient she is.
My cock twitches in her ass as heat builds in my stomach. Each pulse of her brings me closer to my inevitable downfall.
She’s the first patient I’ve touched like this. The first patient I’ve killed for. And Gods be damned, now that she’s heard my voice, there’s no escape for her.
Our climax hits at the same time, pushing us both over the edge until our bodies are a crumbled, panting mess. My cock twitches inside of her, giving her every last drop of my essence. We lay there, spent and satisfied, two beings whose paths were never meant to cross.
Blood and dirt coat our bodies, but my soul has never felt cleaner. Like being here, next to her, was the only cure I ever needed.
Pulling myself to my feet, I turn and see she’s already passed out. Her soft snores fill the air, and I can't help but smile to myself.
I don’t know what I did for the Gods to allow me such a pure being, with a heart that hasn’t turned black. I’ve worn this mask for so long, but for her? I would rip it off. Let the pestilence take me. As long as it means I get to have her in the end.
Scooping her into my arms, I turn back toward the festival. She mumbles in her sleep, something about a coyote, a vampire, and… glitter? I chuckle to myself before reaching into my pocket.
I nudge her awake just long enough to make her take her nightly dose. The liquid that allows me to speak with her non-verbally, the one made from my essence.
I spent years crafting it, never knowing if I would even use it. But here we are. Now she’s filled with me. Her body and soul. And fuck, that makes me want to bend her over all over again.