Page 184 of Satan's Spawn
I flip the necklace around until the pendant is behind my neck.
Crayton fists Felix’s hair again, making him weep the closer his cock gets to his mouth.
“Tell me exactly how he did it.” Crayton commands, his tone back to icy and cold.
“I-I don’t remember exactly…I was feeling…woozy.”
I’m lying, obviously, because I don’t want Crayton to think I actually enjoyed it.
“Then tell me how you want me to fuck his mouth.”
I gnaw at my bottom lip, imagining it’s me who’s kneeling before this beautiful vicious man. “Fuck him hard.”
So Crayton does, he drives his cock so harshly inside Felix’s mouth the guy nearly falls backwards.
“Tell me some things he said to you while he did it.” Crayton’s jaw is clenched as he adjusts Felix and watches me, the knife still threatening his neck.
I filter through my mind to remember, and it’s like striking oil when I do.
“He told me how good my mouth felt.”
Crayton spears Felix with his glare, so Felix attempts to talk with a mouth full of dick. “She felt good, huh?” Crayton ignores the inaudible sounds my monster makes. “Well guess what motherfucker, so do you.” Crayton draws back, then pushes deeper and faster into Felix’s mouth, his cock so big I can see the bulge of it in Felix’s neck.
Crayton fucks him with no mercy. Back and forth in wild strokes.
He’s a beast devouring his pray, and fuck I’m in awe watching him like this.
“You’re a piece of shit, Crimson, but fuck your mouth is warm,” Crayton hisses, creating a rhythm that can only come from experience. A small dip of his waist and upward thrust. All synchromatic movements that tell me he has definitely been here before. It also tells me he’s enjoying this.
“You like how it feels to swallow a dick against your will, hm?” He brings the knife to Felix’s eye level. “I should rip out your fucking balls for what you did to her.”
Felix gurgles choking sounds, and in return, Crayton lets out small moans and grunts of pleasure watching my monster struggle to breathe.
Tears are dripping down Felix’s face, along with the saliva on his chin.Good. He’s being belittled completely by Crayton who’s taking whatever manhood Felix had to begin with and incinerating it with lethal strokes of his huge cock.
“Take me like a man, Crimson. Why are you crying?” Crayton pulls Felix’s hair tighter, making him groan. “It’s only fair you know what it feels like. Now take every fucking inch of me, and maybe you’ll walk out of here on two legs.”
Crayton’s attention draws back to me. “How’s this, Little Ghost? Are you turned on?” His thrusts become slower, deeper, more purposeful. “Do you like watching me facefuck this rapist?”
I don’t like it, someone save my soul because I think I fucking love it. I love seeing a feral Crayton. A punishing Crayton.
It turns me on more than anything.
The fact that it’s Felix taking the brunt of his wrath is the added bonus.
“Can I finger myself?” My voice is needy as I slide my hand between my legs. “Please?”
“Absolutely fucking not. I know I said you’re in charge of what happens, Little Ghost, but if this motherfucker hears the sounds you make when you come, there will be no stopping me from killing him.” Crayton pulls out, forcing Felix’s head back as he cries. “He doesn’t get to live with that.”
I don’t like the idea of not being able to release all of this pent up need making me a combustible object, but I agree with Crayton. Felix has taken enough from me.
“I want you to come on his face. Degrade him.” I moan, squirming on the ground.
Crayton surges inside Felix hard again, but there’s that flicker of pain in his eyes I never seem to miss.
“I can’t…” He pauses, cursing. “I mean…I don’t…”
Already knowing where this is going because of the many conversations with Archer, I shake my head.
