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SMACK!
Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she falls forward with a whimper. Her eyes close, and a sweet little smile forms on her lips.
She passes out, limp and lifeless, before me.
I hold her hips tighter, my head falling back as I take my time to finish with her.
And I cum hard, filling her back passage as she sleeps soundly before us.
My perfect darling girl. I will worship you the way only a demon can.
Chapter 10
Willow
My ass is sore.
But in a good way. A very satisfied and oddly proud way.
I ache in places I never thought could ache. And yet, I feel a strange and unsettling sense of satisfaction. Of rest and freedom.
My body has been racked with pleasure well beyond its limits and been decimated by pain that should have killed me.
After the initial and violent start, I actually enjoyed it. Enjoyed the way I felt. How full I was. How wrong and forbidden it should have been. It was exciting to be placed in the hands of a demon and to be the sole object of his dark needs and desires.
And in front of an audience like that. One full of people I hate, knowing their bodies were enduring everything I was enduring. They applauded my pain. And so he gave it to them. I writhed in pleasure, and they screamed in agony. It was that knowledge which made me cum so fucking hard I thought my back was going to break.
I shift in the back seat of the car, my clit still humming from the intense orgasm Pain subjected me to over and over again.
It hurt. The sensations were too much and scrambled my brain.
And I really hope he does it all to me again.
The pain. The pleasure. The way my body broke under his control. The warmth of my blood.
And then so much bliss as a reward.
I loved it. And that is why I know I belong to them. To demons.
To Hell.
Classical music softly plays, and the deep engine of the car rumbles, vibrating my bones.
Lust and Pain sit up front. My two princes of Hell.
Pain is driving. The window is open as he takes a long pull on a cigarette. His long, messy hair blows in the wind as we drive, and the smoke curls out from his lips before disappearing from the window. Blood coats his hands, all the way up to his forearms. It stains almost all of his clothes.
Myblood.
Lust sits with his head back, his left hand out the window, feeling the rush of air pass through his outstretched fingers. They’re both silent, looking at the world beyond in darkness.
I don’t know how, but they seem different. Larger somehow. And their entire presence feels different, too.I find myself mesmerised by them. Those whose existence is something to admire. To marvel at. I feel their otherworldliness. Their darkness. And something else. An imperviousness.
I realise that I am not afraid for the first time in my life. These monsters are the worst thing that will happen to me, and I am more than okay with that. Pain decimated the crowd in my name. And fucked me silly as he did.
The memory of which makes me giggle out loud.
Lust turns back to look at me, his brow raising as he smiles.
