Page 37 of Speak No Evil

Shit.

Mid-orgasm, I kiss my pussy goodbye. I mean, even if I wanted to get away from the submarine-dick I know is coming—which I absolutely don’t—I can’t. Not strapped to the ceiling and floor like this. So, I say a little prayer for my lady parts. They definitely aren’t going to survive this. But if ever there were a time to take Vrahs’s baseball bat dick, mid-O and dripping wet would be it.

Vrahs’s body explodes into his expanded, true form.

And though I see it with my own eyes, though I feel it with my own pussy, I cannot believe the next level orgasm that rips through me. All thanks to Vrahs’s enormous, red cock.

The pleasure is unbearable, and it shows in my body. I’m convulsing, drooling, and groaning, and none of it is pretty.

But I can’t help it.

And the fuck of it is, Vrahs is still pumping away at me.

The bastard still hasn’t come.

So long, pussy. It was nice knowing you.

Another inconceivable wave of pleasure destroys me.

Vrahs’s large hands slide up my hips. His claws tear into my flesh, but it all just bleeds into the ungodly bliss.

Blood and slick slide down my legs, and I wail at the ceiling.

I can’t take much more of this.

I’m gonna die on this demon’s big red Clifford dick.

For a reason I don’t have the faculties to fathom, Chonk’s ethereal voice slides into my head.

Let go, Stinky.

Let go! What the fuck does that mean? I’ve given up every ounce of control I have! And get the hell outta my head, you pervy cat.

Let go, Jade. It’s the only way.

Another wail, more convulsions as the demonic dick tries to kill me with orgasms.

Vrahs’s hands glide higher, to my stomach and breasts. His claws leave deep gouges along the way. Gouges I can clearly see in the mirror, but can’t feel.

Let go, dummy!

“I dunno what that means!”

And then Vrahs’s hand goes higher. To my shoulder, ripping the flesh. Across my collarbones, more deep wounds. Until I see where that hand is aimed.

Too late.

It’s already around my throat, claws already puncturing so deep, I’m spraying blood in an arterial arc.

My blood rains down on Thorne and Ryker, and they roar with what sounds like appreciation.

It’s getting dark. Just the edges, though, so I have time.

Let go, stupid witch.

And I finally understand what the cat means.

So I do. I let go of this life and hope I find my place in the next.

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