Page 8 of Descent into Darkness

Thirty seconds into the slaughter of her precious pussy, and her chin begins to lift up as the veins start to resurface on her temples. “That’s it. Fucking cum for me. Do as you’re fucking told and push.” My words blow from my mouth and straight into her body, instantly feeling her pushing around my cock as I fuck through it. I feel her juices, but no other sounds are made.

I stop my thrusting completely, almost causing us both to go a little dizzy from the abrupt halt. Her eyes shoot open as I let go of her throat. I kneel in front of her, my cock still nestled inside her silky channel; I shoot her a look of disappointment. “I…. I’m sorry. I… I’ll try harder.” The sadness in her voice nearly breaks my heart into pieces.

“Will you?” I cock my head to the side a little.

“I want to please you… I want to make you happy… I just… I’ve never really…” The embarrassment flushes her cheeks again.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, my darling. Look at me.” I pull my cock from her and sit her up in front of me, taking her face in my hands. “You are the most gorgeous creature on this wretched fucking planet, and I want to make you feel beautiful in every single way possible. That very much includes the things that you might not feel beautiful doing.” I press my forehead to hers, causing us both to close our eyes. “But I promise you, it is. Every sound, every word, every act, every fluid—no matter what hole it comes out of—is a fucking gift to me that I will cherish. Because I cherish you.” I kiss her lips, and I can physically feel the resistance and apprehension lift from her body. Fireworks explode in my chest as her tongue scribbles on mine, signing the agreement written by my heart for hers to be mine forever.

She breaks away and flips over onto her knees, laying her face down as she reaches back with both hands, filling them with the meat of her asscheeks as she spreads. Her pussy audibly gasps as air fills the hollow of her cunt that my fat cock has just carved out. I smirk as I get behind her, glancing up at her face to see her eyes closed and her bottom lip in her teeth with her own little smirk to match.

Just as I go to press my dick back inside, her right hand lets go of herself, and she stops me. “Wait… can you…” she starts.

“What, my darling?”

“Can you… take the condom off… please? I need to feel you raw inside me." The shy innocence of her voice makes me drip one last time in the condom before I rip it off my cock and throw it behind me. I spit down onto my dick—but, honestly, with how much precum had accumulated in the condom, I truly don't need it—and press the head to her entrance. A groan rumbles in my chest as I feel her true heat for the first time. But I hesitate.

As if she could read my mind, she says while grabbing her ass cheek again and spreading, “Please don’t pull out… I want you to fill me. I need all of it, Osiris…”

My eye twitches with how unbelievably fucking sexy it is to hear those words from her mouth, but not only that… this is a big fucking deal. She wants me to breed her and make her mine—using my seed to claim her womb just like her existence has claimed my heart. She may not have said the words, but by telling me to do this means more to me than if she had simply said ‘I love you.’

I slide my length in; her slick juices soak my flesh immediately as my dick forces all the air out of her. The loud queef tickles its way past my length and out against me, making me throb inside her. “Grrrrr fuck,” is all I can grumble out before I pull my hips back and slam into her again.

“Please, O. Fuck me… Please…” she begs as my pace remains painfully slow—a bitter contrast to the railing she was getting a minute prior. This is just as sweet though.

“You don’t sound desperate enough. I want to hear it in your voice that you might actually fucking die if I don’t fuck you harder. That you will slip away into eternal darkness if my cum isn't inside you soon.” I spank her ass with a mighty slap. “Fucking. Beg. For me.”

Her eyes slam shut, and I catch a glimpse of a single tear being forced out and down the side of her nose. “PLEASE, Osiris. Please, I feel like I’m suffocating. I’m so empty, so barren without you filling me.” She whimpers and takes a big breath to deliver her next words with even more intensity. “The fire inside me is burning out, baby, and I need you to fuck it back to the inferno that I feel when you don’t hold back. Make me yours, Osiris. I need to be yours.”

She lets go of her own ass and grabs the sheets above her head that's still resting on the mattress. Good fucking idea. Because those words just sealed her fucking fate.

The pounding my unprotected cock is giving her pussy makes what I did earlier look like she was getting fucked by a faint breeze. Both my hands grip her at the hips and pull back into every agonizing thrust. Each impact fucks a scream right from her throat and makes her holes just as noisy. At this point, I can’t tell which hole the sounds are coming from, and it doesn’t fucking matter because I am losing all control. I have never felt my orgasm build so ferociously in my entire life. In time with my thrusts, she screams, “I’m...”Thrust“...gonna…”Thrust“...cum!”Thrust.

And that is all it takes. My cum starts speeding out of my fiery cock like it is running from the cops. Despite how hard she is pushing for me, I rail my way through the counter pressure. Those beautiful sounds coming from her perfect holes again continue to make me even more feral. Feeling my seed inside her as I continue to fuck it deeper into her womb makes my orgasm last even longer. This is the single greatest experience of my entire life.

We collapse in our mess. The bed covered in squirt, cum, piss, and who the fuck knows what else, but absolutely neither of us cares. I yank her small frame against my chest and hold on tighter than I’ve ever held onto anything. Her hand clutches mine as she presses it to her chest, and my knuckles can feel her heart beating. It’s beating because of me. It's beating… for me. I can feel myself starting to get emotional… What… Tears? I can’t remember the last time I felt tears of anything, nevermind happiness. That isn't a thing for a piece of shit serial killer like me. My eyes start leaking, and I make sure that she stays oblivious to that fact.

Fuck, I wish you were still alive, Mom. I think you really would have liked this one. Maybe Dad would have been proud of me, too. Because she absolutely is… the one.

Chapter6

Lit Fuse

Jess has no idea about the horrible things I’ve done in my past. I very much plan on keeping it that way considering most of my past is brutal torture, murder, and lots of rape—before, during, and after said torture and murder. I know that I am the vilest of vile. This girl, though, she’s my fresh start. She is my rebirth. All those horrific things that used to define me are now a thing of the past. Well, almost all of them.

One thing I love, and I honestly don’t think it’s that big of a deal, is stalking. Only people with something to hide would be really bothered by it. Which is why I would use my toenail clippers to snip off as much skin as I could before they lost consciousness and then jerk off into the open wounds until they fucking died—if someone did it to me. Luckily, I am a nobody, a ghost, not in any system, not on any radar. I was presumed dead a long, long time ago, which is just fine with me now.

There are lots of reasons why stalking someone tickles me. One of them being that you get to see a person for who they really are. People are more themselves than when they’re alone andthinknobody’s watching.

I know I am.

Up next on my list to follow is the beautiful love of my life, Jess. The one that’s shown me just what it feels like to be an actual person and not this creature of death. And so far, she lives the cutest, most ordinary life. Perfect.

It's 8am and time for her to go to work. The cool morning air licks my skin as I stand far enough back that she couldn’t make out who I was, even if she could see me. Little miss pretty face is a waitress at a local diner. With the way she can talk to people in combination with how attractive she is, it makes sense that she would choose a job that involves tipping. Lucky for me, she also walks most places, since I kind of wrecked the only car I had.

A shiver shimmers down my spine, but it's not from the cold. I need to fucking kill something soon. My body gives me a very specific warning when it's been too long since I’ve eviscerated the life force from someone's little meat suit. I will have to rectify that soon. I do want to quit feeding the worms, but I can’t do it…what's that stupid phrase?... Oh, cold turkey.

I haven’t had the fuckin’ stones to go into the diner while she’s working and get something to eat or drink. Partly because I am afraid I’d rip that cute little skirt up and fuck that juicy little pussy right on the counter. All the locals watching the girl they probably saw grow up in this little town get slammed onto the counter by her throat, legs spread wide open as I stuff her cunt with my hard cock until I fill her with my seed. Maybe she’ll cumfart out my load into a cup of coffee and use it as a creamer. I wouldn’t put it past her, my filthy wild girl.

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