Page 87 of Marked By Feral Monsters
"Good boy." Nix ruffles my hair. I can't help it; a shiver runs through me, and I feel myself blushing, heat rising up my cold cheeks.
Could it be this easy?
No, this isn't a simple thing. But after all this time, all these horrible things I've done, could I really have it all?
Have her?
"I'm ready!" I yell, but my throat still feels like it's weighed down by rocks.
Nix chuckles. "I'm sure you are. I'm not." He turns to Dina. "I'm not done playing with you two yet. I'll bring your cold lover back from the dead in due time. Until then…"
He hums, tapping his chin, like he's really contemplating what to do with us. It's a farce, if I've ever seen one. He knows exactly what he's going to do.
And after watching him rail my girlfriend, I should feel nervous. Especially since his cock is slowly rising between his legs again. But I don't. I feel excited. Fucking alive.
I'll do anything; I wasn't joking. And he knows it. My legs are free, I realize for the first time since he untied me, and I try to stand, but Nix notices. "Uh uh uh," he tsks, waving his finger.
Then, before I have a chance to process his plan, he wraps one of his big, meaty arms around my waist, swings me up, then takes my seat in the chair.
And without preamble, he tugs me down on top of him. But I'm still ghostly. I have a voice, I have more solidity. But Nix is a master of death. Ofmydeath. And he can control how much I exist in this world.
And right now, his big, girthy cock pushes through my still ghostly lap, and merges with my own.
I cry out in pain and pleasure, in disbelief, because I'm not quite sure what I'm feeling.
Nix laughs at my back, then takes hold of his cock, which somehow protrudes through my lap, beside my own. It's long and thick, and I might feel a little intimidated if I weren't currently awestruck.
Because he wraps his wide hand around his cock, but since his body is somehow inside mine, I can feel it. It's the strangest sensation, and since he woke my nerves, I feeleverything.
I shimmy in his lap, in the chair, overwhelmed by his heat against my cold, and I can't help but feel… aroused. Movement out of the corner of my eye drags my gaze up.
Dina's pupils are fully blown. Her wet, red lips part, and she takes a slow, tentative step toward us. Nix leans back and unties my wrists.
This is so weird.
"What…" she whispers, but it trails off into nothing, because she and I are not in charge right now.
Nix proves he's a man of his word when he leans forward again and grunts in my ear, "Touch her pussy."
My hand snaps out instantly, because I want to touch her more than anything—but I also know, I'd do whatever Nix asks. I reach out as she steps closer. My fingers are firmer than ever. Still cold, I worry, but Dina moans as my fingers slip between her folds. She feels like silk.
"Oh god, Eric. You feel… jesusfuck, you feel incredible."
"Still cold?" I ask.
"Yes. Still cold. But I like it. Especially," she starts, then opens her eyes when we both feel Nix's hand join mine.
Fire and ice.
She cries out and spreads her legs wider. Nix leans forward—through me—and wraps a big hand around her back, tugging her closer, so she stands between our knees.
Then, with his other hand, somehow, through my ghostly form, he grabs hold of my cock—our cocks—and squeezes.
I can't help it. I bellow out. It's the loudest sound I've made in ages. Maybe ever. My balls pull up tight, my cock throbbing, a shaking, sensitive organ that may as well be my heart with all that it's feeling.
He fists our lengths with both hands. Mine wobbles against his while he strokes us, holding them together to form one enormous form, rippling as I shift and he shifts. I squirmhelplessly in Nix's lap while he jerks me off, every stroke of his hot palm squeezing me tight, tracing my nerves, the closer I feel to coming all over the both of them.
I haven't had an orgasm in so long.
