Page 23 of Grave Devil
I scream inside my head. The pain from his surface cuts are enough to pull me under. Why does he hurt me so badly?
He lowers his head between my thighs.You might want to hold on, dark one.
I shake my head, confused. I plead with him.Let me go. I don’t want to do this anymore.
His tongue darts out, and I gasp. Then immediately regret it as a fresh burst of air burns my lungs. I blink back my disbelief.Through the center of his tongue is a thick piece of bone. But it’s the tip that’s split into three pieces—each piece seemingly with a life of its own—that sends me into renewed panic.
“The pain I’m about to inflict will make you wish you were dead. But if it doesn’t kill you, it will make you release so monstrously hard that you’ll pray I never stop.”
I try to squirm away from him, but he has possession over me. I can’t move, no matter how hard I try. I scream at myself in frustration. His grin widens. He is going to kill me one way or another. I think he wants to eat my soul after he destroys my body.
For a moment, I’m wildly distracted as I watch in awe how he spreads the lips of my pussy back with the two outer sections of his tongue. But my fascination quickly turns to agony. He thrusts the rough middle part deep inside me, bringing the thick bone along with it.
“Ahhh,” I cry out in agony. No.Oh gods.
The pain is not where it should be.It is everywhere. My screams are fruitless, open-mouthed silences. Nothing but hot, ragged breaths leave my lips. No sound. He’s set fire to my veins. To my soul. It’s as if he’s melting my bones and crushing my organs.
Click. Click. Click. His mouth is a suction. A vacuum. He sucks and sucks, draining the life from me. Drinking my spirit.
Sweat pools in every crevice. I’m hot and cold at the same time, chasing feverish chills while the darkness dots my vision. A force slams into me, and I bounce. How can I fall if I’m already lying down?
On instinct, I reach up, looking for something to grasp. I find nothing but the smooth bone of his antlers. I gag at the feel of them, yet wrap my hands around them all the same.
I told you. He taunts and burrows deeper. It’s the first time I remember that his three-pronged tongue is inside my core.
The thrusts are brutal. They threaten to liquefy my insides like acid. I flash back to the woods. The night I first watched Bones fight in the Circle. They stalked me. All three of them. Draven was the worst. But nothing they did comes close tothisagony.
Razored teeth tear into me.You cannot escape this, dark one.
I cry out as he scrapes his canines over my clit. The sharp sting nearly knocks me out. I try to jerk away as he rolls part of his tongue over the tender spot. But my pain turns to pleasure.
It creates a swell, an aching throb. I’m spiraling, coiling around him like a snake. I curl my fingers around his antlers, gripping them so hard that pieces of bone splinter into my palms.
This is sodomy. Masochism. Ritualism stripped down between shadow and soul. Life and death. The sliver of a difference between breathing and choking. I ride his face despite the gashes it creates. He laps at my blood. He drinks my lifeforce. My essence.
Kill me. I beg of him, for I do not know how I am to face any other reality after this.
I am. His response is quick.I am eviscerating your body. Your soul. Your fragile mind. Piece by piece. Night by night. Until there is nothing left of you except the oath you made and the debt you owe me. We will leave this existence and become darkness together.
Click. Click. Click.
He sickens me with his mouth, and yet my orgasm builds. He devours me as if I were the last drop of water in a barren land.
I pour into him. I give. And he takes. He takes. He takes… More. His…Please.
You belong to the Wishing Tree, and the Wishing Tree belongs to me.
The devil’s son. Skelker. I can feel it in his violence. In distant dreams and ancient prophecies. His essenceisdarkness. Destruction and deviancy. But it is also fire and brimstone and sunbeams splintering through me like napalm.
I contort my limbs, twisting and turning as I clench and arch up to meet his poisonous tongue. His shard of bone rubs me raw until my cum and my blood are one and the same. I roll like thunder against him. My desire and repulsion crash together, shattering every inch of me.
I scream and thrash and rage. I throb. I am chaos.Have I died?
“This part of you has. It belongs to me now, dark one. Soon, all of you will.I will claim all of you.”
No. Not again. His voice. The tone. The timbre… It’s excruciating.
“Stop.” What are words? I can’t hear my own voice. I only feel it swelling, reverberating in my head like the beating drums of past lives.
