Page 5 of Descent into Darkness

My eyelashes slowly let go of each other as I start to wake, producing short, thin blinks. The sun assaults me through the half-opened shades of my hotel room window.Great. I woke up. Just as I was about to swirl into the delicious toilet bowl of self-loathing, I remember her. I softly moan as the memories of her perfection flush the shitty thoughts away and leave me with a growing hard-on that I would really like to impale her with again. She’s the first thing—living or dead—that I haven’t wanted to slowly dismantle piece by piece after emptying my balls into them.

I slowly slide my hand across the stale hotel sheets, anticipating the warm body that fell asleep next to me last night. When my hand continues to slide without interruption until it reaches the edge of the bed, my eyelids rip open in a panic. I sit up so fast my brain hurts from the sudden movement, and I analyze the bed. I’m the only one in it.

No, no no, NO. Fuck. No. Please…. I feel a pain in my chest that reminds me of my childhood. This can’t be happening.

Launching myself out of bed, I look for any evidence of her other than her scent still lingering in the air. She was real…. Right? I dart to the bathroom. Maybe she’s just taking a shit—wishful thinking. But my hopes are again crushed when I find the only other closed off part of this hotel room is empty.

Just as I’m about to scream at the top of my lungs and punch a hole into every thing my fist can go through, I see a note stuck to the door. Deep breath in….. Deep breath out….

I pull the note from the door, which is stuck to it by a chewed piece of gum, and read its inscription.

Hey big boy. I had an amazing time last night. I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed and let you wake me up by putting your dick in any hole of your choosing, but I got called into work. Here’s my number though, just in case you want a rematch. I have a feeling there’s A LOT more fun to be had with you and I am ready to fuck around and find out.

P.S. I already can’t stop thinking about you.

<3 Jess

I press my back to the door and slide down until my ass hits the floor. I smile and bring the note to my face, breathing it in and hoping it smells like her. It does, making my heart and cock immediately fill up. I bring the note down to my chest where my heart is beating so hard you can see the vibrations in the paper with every thump.I can’t stop thinking about you either, my love.

My eyes widen. My….love? I know I’m alone and didn’t even say it out loud. But come on, man, it was one night. Let's not get too attac— fuck it. My love, it is. I feel so passionately about hate, anger, and the thirst to peel people's flesh from their bodies while they're still alive, so I can use a handful of it to jerk off and cum in the wounds while they scream into their own oblivion; why can’t I feel just as passionate about love? I can. And I will. End of discussion.

Carefully folding the note, I locate my knife and the rest of my clothes; I get dressed and tuck the evidence of our love into my pocket. I need to check out and find her. The only other alternative is to stay here and fuck myself until my dick skin is so raw I’m flinging more blood than semen. We can’t risk injuring my new woman’s favorite toy, though. Oh, this will be a great story to tell our kids one day. I smile at how I’m already planning our future.

Stepping out into the hallway, I hear the door handle next door to me rattle as it’s being turned. This fuckin’ asshole. It’ll be nice to get a good look at who had the fucking audacity to try and interrupt me and my love. I stand there, waiting.

Who steps out is not what I expected—black pants, black-collared shirt with white across the neck. What the fuck is a priest doing in this seedy motel? With the reputation they have, I’m sure it wouldn’t take me more than three guesses.

I lean against my door, one leg crossing over the other as I look at him. As soon as his door closes and he adjusts himself to walk down the hallway past me, our eyes lock. I raise one of my eyebrows, giving him a slow once-over before taking my middle finger and putting it in my mouth, audibly sucking the last of her flavor off my flesh. He scoffs and rolls his eyes with a mumble, “Sinner.”

“I beg your finest mother fucking pardon, father. Did you just call me a sinner?” I snap, puffing up my chest as I plant both feet on the floor and cock my head to the side.

“You need to consider letting God into your life. The deplorable things I heard through that wall last night...” He physically shudders, and it makes my dick smile. “...If you keep going down this road of premarital sex and debauchery, it will lead you but one place–eternal damnation!” By the end, he is raising his voice, making me question if he’s actually talking to me or himself. My muscles tighten as I take slow steps towards him.

“Ya know what, padre, on second thought, I do have a few minutes to talk about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.” I smile, grabbing the wrist that still has his hotel keycard in his grip. “Let’s discuss how, through the power of prayer, I can be saved.” I force his hand to swipe at the handle. As soon as it gives me the activated chirp, I open the door and force him inside.

I wrap both fists in his shirt just above his nipples and use his body to push the door shut hard. Releasing him with my right hand, I pull my arm back and send my knuckles straight into his gut. My powerful strike sends my fist deep into the softness of his belly and causes him to immediately gag as he folds in half over my arm. I spin both of us around so that my back is now facing the door and let him go, allowing him to take a big step back away from me. With all my might, I Spartan kick him square in the chest. The force causes audible cracks as his feet are lifted off the floor on his way down to the ground.

Before he has a chance to move, I’m on top of him, my weight on his gut as I grab his wrists and pin them down above his head. Every struggle elicits a scream of pain from his heavenly mouth. “So, you think I’m going to Hell?” I let out a dark chuckle. “I don’t think so, holy man.”

“Please, it hurts. Please, I…” He begins to cry. If only I allowed his palms to press together, maybe he could stop me with the power of prayer. The thought makes me laugh out loud. “I have a family… I have a wi—” I cut him off.

“No, no, no. I can’t go to Hell. You wanna know why?” I hiss as I lean in closer to his ear, dropping my voice down to a whisper, “Because the Devil isn’t stupid. He’s down there beating his dick to the things I’ve done.” I tighten my grip on his wrists, feeling his weak bones start to crunch, rendering any attack he might try ineffective. “Do you think the Devil prays, padre?” My right hand lets go of his left wrist and reaches into the pocket that houses my knife. His eyelids are pressed shut in agony, so he’s unaware of my little friend that just joined the party. The priest doesn’t answer my question; he just mutters a prayer as he sobs in pain. “I do. I think he prays that he never meets me. Because he knows that if he does…” With slow deliberation, I slide the blade up into his throat, finishing my words as the steel enters his flesh. “... it’ll be his last day on the throne as the King of Hell.”

The tip enters just below his Adam’s apple, immediately severing his trachea, then through his larynx, until I feel the tip scratch against his spinal cord. I let go of the other wrist as I adjust my grip on the knife handle. Bringing my empty palm up, I quickly hammer it down onto the butt of the knife and send the blade right through the bone that keeps his skull attached to his frame. I tilt the handle towards his face allowing the entry wound to open below the blade, so I can feel the air in his lungs poof out onto my fingers while he struggles. It is only for a moment, but, fuck, does it make my dick hard. I can feel it growing in my pants against his broken chest. I smirk. Can’t let this go to waste, now can we?

I take my left hand and grab his scalp at the top of his head. With his hair tightly in my grip, I pull upwards, creating tension on his neck as I begin to pump the blade in and out like a hacksaw. Cutting away all the veins and arteries from one side, I turn the knife to hack away the other—until his head finally comes free of his body.

As I place his severed head next to his twitching body, I grab at my pants to free my cock that is almost as hard as Jess made it last night. Almost… that's how I know it’s love. If a living person can get my dick harder than a severed head I'm about to use as a fleshlight, it has to be love.

Once my cock is free, I dismount his body but remain on my knees. Holding his head up with both hands, I bring him nose to nose with me—the contents of his skull still pouring out the bottom of his throat. “Look, holy man, you already have me on my knees. Maybe there is a God after all.” I chuckle as I lower his head, tilting it upward so his face is looking up at me, but the warm, squishy, freshly cut neck is welcoming my big cock.

With a guttural moan, I find his throat with my salivating tip and push it inside. The blood works just fine as lubrication, allowing my length to easily enter. I will say, it's quite a different feeling being deep throated in reverse. The way the underside of my cock curves along the roof of his mouth when I’m fully submerged feels incredible. With every thrust up his throat and along his palate, my body presses his jaw closed. It almost feels like a game—how close can I get the tip of my dick to his teeth without him biting me. My steady fucking creates a rhythmic chatter of his teeth, and it makes me smirk a little. The sound is oddly satisfying.

My need to cum like this while his headless torso drains onto the floor beside me is growing by the second. I fuck his severed throat harder; the clank of his teeth sounds like scraping porcelain on concrete. And just like porcelain, his teeth start to chip and break the harder my body fucks his mouth shut. The crunching and shattering of his pearly whites is tugging at my orgasm, making my balls ache for release. I stare into his dead eyes while I continue slamming my hips into the squishy loose skin of his neck. They stare back at me so empty and familiar. The squelch from my dick destroying the severed innards echoes in the hollow of his mouth.Fuck. I can feel that it won’t be long before this man of God makes me cum.

I tilt his head away from me as I still my hips and slam his decapitated head onto my cock as vigorously as I can. I don’t want his mouth chomping shut anymore because I want to see it. I need to see my load.

“I’m,”Slam.

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