Page 84 of Marked By Feral Monsters
"Loves you so much that no one else can have you?"
"Stop—" she loses her sentence as I buck into her, angling my hips up as I increase my pace. Her voice comes out in a gargled gasp as she pants her defense. "Stop antagonizing him. He's—he's—oh god!" she cries. "I—unh, oh, oh yes, just like that!" She rolls her hips, lifting her knees to her chest, and wraps her legs around me, locking her ankles at my back.
She forgets all about the wraith in the corner, losing herself to the pleasure, like she did in the gazebo with me. She's been locked up for too long. My sad little canary, a bird in a haunted cage with nothing but an ice pop for a boyfriend.
It occurs to me she's getting too much pleasure out of this, so I slow down. It's supposed to be a punishment, after all. "He's what, Dina?"
"Hmm?"
I slow my hips. She growls in frustration, but I ignore all that. "Tell me more about your Popsicle."
"Stop calling him that! He's… I know what he did was wrong. But he doesn't want me to leave him."
At this pathetic excuse, I stop completely. She whimpers and tries to roll her hips, but without my assistance, it's useless.
"Just admit it," I snarl.
Her brow furrows.
"Admit it.Admit it!"
"Admit what!?"
"That you can't leave him either. You could have left this house anytime. Hell, you could have called a fucking exorcist. Admit you need this hellscape of a relationship, that he's the only thing that's ever made you feel special. You need him just as much as he needs you."
"No, that's not—"
"Admit it!" I roar, pulling back, then bucking into her, hard.
"Okay! Fine! Yes, I admit it. I didn't want him to kill anyone, I swear it. But I could have stopped him by leaving. I don't want to leave him. I love him."
Tears leak from her eyes now, and she stares longingly at the wraith in the corner. I pull my hips back, then shove in, letting my cock stuff her full.
My thrusts build faster again, and she never takes her eyes off her lover. I'm slamming into her, her dripping wet pussy making vulgar sounds, skin slapping, pressure building. Her pussy suckles me in, and every thrust feels like a drug in my veins. Her knees lift again, and her head rolls back.
I'm not done punishing Eric, but I'm going to let my little demon killer take a break from emotional turmoil. Pushing her knees into her chest, I roll her onto her stomach, pulling out only briefly so I can adjust her body, before shoving back in. Holding her ass high in the air, one arm wrapped around her torso, the other around her neck, I shove her face into the bedsheets.
Pulling out, I slam in, faster now, to the hilt, hitting her just right, and she screams. She's getting close, and her legs try to squeeze together, to chase the orgasm, but I won't let them, nudging my knees between hers so her legs are spread wide, ass cheeks jiggling.
I grunt when her hips shake in frantic need, pulling my orgasm close to the surface. I can't help it, I fall forward, into Dina, my body pressing hers into the mattress. There's barely a wisp of space between us. My thrusts become erratic, falling out of rhythm. And Dina grunts incoherently, the sounds muffled by the bed sheets.
She squeezes me tighter and lets out a bellowing scream. Her ass tenses against me, and I pump hard while her tight cunt wrenches the cum straight out of me. I empty myself inside her, the orgasm firing down my spine, making my balls pull up tight.
My hips pull back then I slam into her one last time, releasing a final spurt as I sink back in deep.
She's shaking. I think she's crying.
Worried, though it's the last thing I want to do, I pull out, and turn her over. The second her face—red and wrinkled from the sheets—comes into view, I can see she isn't sad. Not at all.
She throws her legs around me, catching me by surprise, holding me tight. She sobs into my shoulder, so I hug her close, and rub her back. Her pussy leaks onto my abdomen, our combined cum smearing between us. It's perfect.
Eventually, she calms down enough to look up at me. And with guilt in her eyes, she glances over at Eric.
It's not guilt she should be feeling. At least, the burden isn't all on her.
I wanted to punish the wraith. And I did.
I guess now I should make it right.
