Page 21 of Mara
For the first time in a long time, I could see color when I looked at myself.
I squeezed any remaining air out of the needle and walked to her bed. Her vein was a bitch to find with her wriggling around, and I wondered how the fuck she did this with her psych patients all day long.
The angle I needed was impossible to achieve, and I growled in frustration as my stealth went to hell. I hopped on the bed and held her down, straddling her body on the bed. Her bright eyes shot open, and her mouth opened in a silent scream.
I stabbed the side of her neck with the drug, aiming for the jugular vein, and enjoyed the little bull she turned into as she tried to buck me off. Her body was pinned underneath me, and she wasn’t going anywhere. I lifted my gloved hands to her face, making sure she could see clearly as I signed.
Enjoy your nightmares, Little Reaper.
She fought me for as long as she could, her body going lax little by little. I ripped off her nightshirt, enjoying the bit of fight she still had left. Fuck, I loved her tits so fucking much.
Tears pooled in her eyes as she fought like hell to keep them open.
I smirked at her, leaning forward to lick each droplet off her cheek, and started signing.
Don’t pretend you won’t fucking love this, you filthy slut. You are my little fuck toy, Little Reaper. You are mine. My flesh to shred, my bones to break. I will undo each part of you before you finally meet death. I will not simply kill you. I will destroy you.
Her eyes became heavier and heavier. She would only be awake long enough to feel my cock break the entrance into her sweet cunt. I pulled my dick out of my pants and ripped the cotton shorts from her body. I stifled a moan, knowing I had to keep my identity hidden from her. She couldn’t know who I was. Not yet.
Just as I was about to push in, the rat ran into the room and started chattering at me. I reminded myself to refrain from murdering the thing and making a rug out of it.
I chucked Mara’s discarded clothing at the runt, and he scampered out of the door. Mara’s eyes were half closed now, a white thin line showing as they rolled into the back of her head.
I tested her consciousness, smacking her cheek and waiting for her response. She didn’t respond. A red mark bloomed in the shape of my gloved hand.
I pulled my gloves off with my teeth and shrugged off my hoodie. I needed to feel her body on mine when I fucked her. I grabbed her hand, shoving her sharp nails into my chest and pressing down.
The sting was nowhere near what I needed, and I growled at her being asleep. I smacked her cheek again, watching her head lull to the side, but otherwise no response.
“That fucking mongrel ruined my absolute right to watch the fear in your eyes. Remind me why I shouldn’t kill it, Mara.”
Again nothing.
Sighing in frustration, I flipped her face away from me, giving her enough room on the pillow to breathe. I wouldn’t let her die so easily.
Her ass was so fucking juicy, the thickness just a testament to her heritage.
God, this woman’s ass was like a fucking pillow I wanted to suffocate in. I took my time, sucking and biting her skin, running my hands over her flesh, and remembering the way she moaned for me.
She was my catalyst. I would never have enough of her.
I looked down at my dick, the dried come of her sister flaking off in small whisps as I stroked myself to the beautiful view in front of me.
Mara’s pussy was open, her hole just begging to be filled. I leaned over her pussy and let saliva drip off my tongue, falling onto her slit.
Working her with my fingers while rubbing my cock along the soft skin of her ass cheeks, I groaned. I was a man undone with this woman.
Her touch felt like fire on my skin. Enough to make me physically hiss and pull back to ensure I wasn’t actually burning.
“Fuck you, Little Reaper.” I moaned, slamming myself home inside her. “Fuck you for stealing my soul even when you’ve left me living. I am empty now without you to breathe life back into me.”
Mara didn’t respond of course. It was quiet except for the sweet sound of her soaked pussy milking my cock. God, I was going to come already, and I just started thrusting inside her. Even though I had fucked Gianna not long before, that wasn’t much more than what my hand could do. I needed a true release.
“Will my good little fuck doll give me release?” I asked my sleeping slut. “Will your pussy squeeze my cock dry like a good fuck doll?”
I thrust harder into her, her body bouncing with the force, her head smashing into the headboard as it slid up and down the pillow. Her hair was a fucking mess, and I wondered if she’d notice how fucked it was. The definition of sex hair.
“Give it to me!” I demanded, drilling her cunt so hard I could only see a blurred image of us in her mirror across the way from the bed.
