Once I’ve spat sharply on my fingers, I rub it over my swollen tip and guide myself to her asshole, hook still hidden inside. After positioning myself, I take the chain again and rip her neck back.
I glance down, soaking in the sight of my hand still lost her gleaming pussy, pink cunthole stretched around my wrist and how her asshole is pulled upward by the punishing hook, yawning open slightly.
Holy shit, I’m gonna ruin this little slut so bad tonight. She might never come back from it. But I hope she does, cause I need to keep this. I need to keep her so fucking bad.
Then, I push forward, and her hands shoot out, fists clenched against the mirror, a strangled cry tearing from her little body, but it only drives me further into my madness.
“Wrath!” she screams out in pain, but it only blurs around me as I begin thrusting in and out, edging deeper with each one.
My spiked piercings drag down her snug, warm walls, the cold hook gliding over the top of my shaft, pressing down on it and the intensity of my hand in her pussy makes it almost impossible for me to enter.
When I’m balls deep inside her, we both let out a shuddering breath before my head tilts back, eyes closing, realising I’ve never enjoyed hot asshole before, but this? She feels so fucking perfect.
I don’t move my hand in her pussy when I start fucking her ass, each shove hitting slow and deep. All I do is concentrate on how she feels, her moans and the sensation of each of my pointed piercings running along her walls against my hand in her cunt.
I press my fingers against them from inside her, adding intense pleasure for both of us.
As soon as I get faster, my hips smacking against her cheeks, all she can do is scream, helpless, but taking me so fucking well.
I jerk back on the chain again, restricting her breathing. But when I begin screwing her pussy with my fist and fucking her ass with my cock at the same time, that’s when shit gets cruel.
I can’t stop what comes next, I’ve lost it.
I absolutely ruin her, only for me. Violating her in such away she’ll know tomorrow exactly who she’s claimed to.
After demolishing her, sliding my hand in and out of her sloppy pussy every time she comes, her asshole as broken as the rest of her, only then do I shoot my cum inside her, when I’m satisfied that she’s felt enough pleasure and pain it’s now engraved into her bones for a life time.
My forehead crashes against her sweaty back, my breath heavy, tingling shooting over my skin in electric waves. I slide my twitching cock and soaked hand out of her one last time, but she doesn’t react.
Lifting my head, I peer down at her, her head resting back on my shoulder and I loosen my grip on the chain.
For a second, I think I’ve fucking done it again—gone too far and snapped something that doesn’t come back.
But then, her eyes flutter open, stunned and heavy, locking onto mine in the mirror, and she lets out a soft laugh, winded, head barely moving as she shakes it.
“Jesus fucking Christ. What even are you?” she asks in a whisper, eyes searching mine like she’s looking for whatever piece of me she hasn’t already taken.
My hand skims beneath her damp hair, fingers threading through the sweat and heat, while the other wraps around her throat, thumb tracing the edge of her jaw. I tilt her face toward me, then lean in—my mouth pressing against hers, tongue forcing its way in with a low, guttural growl.
Because I know it now, like I’ve always known it. This girl was made for me. We are stitched together by something monstrous. A demon, maybe. Something hell-bent on pairing two disasters just to watch us burn the world down, together.
When I peel away, my mouth lingers close to hers, breath tangled with breath, and my lips part.
“You… Yours…” I manage to exhale, the words clawing their way up my throat like they don’t belong there, like they’re foreign in my mouth.
Her eyes snap wide, disbelief flooding them, her head lifting just slightly—shocked she’s hearing my voice for the first time. Breaking the silence just for her.
My hand drifts lower, down to where her soul beats against my palm, her heart slamming against my skin like it wants me to reach inside and hold it.
“My… M… My little corpse…” I finish, voice raw, jagged, and hers now, whether she likes it or not.
Of course, I don’t usually fucking stutter like that, and I guess that’s why I don’t speak at all. Because I know that’s how it’s gonna come out the first time. Weak and not me. Not unless it’s Hell or Soul I’m talking to.
But with Aurelia… it’s now different.
She deserves it.
She needs it.