Chapter XV
The Monster
Cassandra is a sight to behold. My eyes are drawn to her body, and I drink in every curve. Her perfectly round breasts, and the soft skin I want to caress with my tongue. She is a goddess, and I plan to make her feel that way for as long as she will have me.
Cassandra’s eyes fill with dominance from newly found confidence, and I ready myself to worship her, to beg on my knees. To pray.
Though I would not wish this eternal life on anyone, it is her body, and therefore, her choice to do as she likes.
Changing her is not something I can deny her, and upon reflection I am embarrassed by my feeble attempts to steer her in a different direction.
All I can hope is that Cassandra knows I meant it with no ill respect, that I only ever wished to save her from the burden, from the consequences, of becoming like me.
Self-hatred shapes the very core of this existence, and I could never wish that upon Cassandra.
But with her, she makes me despise myself a little less.
Cassandra told me that I am hers, and I will serve her dutifully.
Nothing could fulfill me more than ensuring her every happiness.
It is everything that I have wanted since the moment I laid eyes on her seven years ago in Deadwood Forest. To hear her utter those words…
she is the breath that sustains my wretched body.
As Cassandra pulls back from my mouth, her lips swollen and her face rosy, she nudges my body down to the floor, and I pull her down with me.
Her body straddles mine, legs parting widely to accommodate my size, and I am unable to look anywhere but at Cassandra.
Her hands begin to explore my chest with curiosity, tracing the hardness of my muscles, the scars, and the dips in my abdomen where my body is starting to decompose from the perils of sunlight.
She leaves no spot of me untouched, and all I can think about is her beauty.
How lucky I am to have found her in this lifetime.
“The sight of you makes me lose control. You are my salvation, the sanctuary I crave. I come undone without you.”
Her smile is shy, and her gaze darts away almost as if she’s embarrassed by the praise, to receive words of adoration.
Leaning up, I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, propping myself on my elbow.
“It is true, Cassandra. Every second apart is like an iron stake in my heart. I would tear the stars from the sky, bring heaven to hell just to have another night with you.”
My cock twitches as she leans over to plant a soft, fleeting kiss on my lips, and the movement of her cunt sliding across my shaft makes my eyes roll.
Cassandra moans, and I feel her shift her hips again, grinding against me.
My hands slide up her soft, silky legs, resting there as she moves up and down my length.
My eyes squeeze shut in pleasure, nostrils flaring with each heavy breath as I try to contain myself.
I have wanted Cassandra desperately, but did not know if she would ever be willing to have me like this.
My soul is a blazing supernova of joy, leaving stardust in its wake.
Her moans echo through the crypt, her wetness slickening my cock, and my hands shift from Cassandra to my chest, needing an outlet for the ecstasy that is consuming me. As my talons sinks into my flesh, I bear down, the slashes of pain elevating my groans of pleasure to new heights.
“Izcacus, your chest!” she cries out, but it morphs into whimpers of desire as she continues to rock against me.
“It is okay, my love,” I rasp. “I enjoy pain. It brings me relief, and pleasure.” Bringing my talon to my wrist, I slice, the pain and pleasure mixing like a forbidden fruit, and I groan again as the pain shoots straight to my cock.
“You will need to feed from me, and I know when my cock is inside of you and you are high from my bite, you will not be able to.”
Her eyes are wide, but I see understanding reflected within them.
My hand cups Cassandra’s cheek, and as my blood drips down onto her chest, it unlocks something primal within me.
I need to make myself bleed more, to mark her, to claim her as mine.
Swiping my hand across my ruined chest, I paint her skin crimson. My cock throbs at the sight.
“Ride me, Cassandra. Use me for your pleasure.”
She sits atop me like a queen. I make sure to keep my eyes open, as difficult as it is with pleasure pulsing through me, because I want to see every flash of emotion as it travels across her face.
Cassandra’s eyes glaze over while she rubs herself against my length, whimpering as her movements become faster and faster, as she chases her relief.
“Look at you. You are perfect, such a perfect wicked angel,” I purr.
As ecstasy swallows her, her body shaking when she topples over the edge of pleasure, evidence of her satisfaction spills over my cock.
“My Cassandra,” I growl possessively, and I pull her face down to meet her in a burning kiss, expressing every emotion and unspoken word.
With each kiss, I press into her skin, moving down her neck to her chest and along her breasts.
No spot is left untouched. She sighs under each loving mark, greedily claiming every bit of affection that I am offering her.
Pressing my bloody finger against her bottom lip, I force her mouth to part.
She takes in my finger, her soft lips wrapping around it, pulling it deeper into her through so that she can swallow around it.
Cassandra pulls away from my finger with an audible pop, and stares at me with pupils blown wide, looking like she wants to devour me as much as I want to consume her. Soon, we will be able to have it all.
“It’s time, my love.”
I bring my bloody wrist to her mouth.