Page 64 of Corrupted Heart

And it’s precisely all that that’s making me wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s that fear factor, and the roughness, and the dubious level of consent that’s pushing every single one of my buttons.

It’s knowing that even if I told him to stop, begged him to, he wouldn’t. In fact, he’d just go harder, and rougher. That’s what has my pulse roaring in my veins, and my core quivering and aching for more.

“No” wouldn’t stop this. “Stop” wouldn’t, either. There’s only one word that would end all this right here and right now.

Vanish.

That’s what’s lurking in the depths, under all of this: knowing that I could stop this, with just one single word. That I have that ace in my back pocket that I could use at any time.

But stopping this stops it. Permanently. The dream ends. I wake up to reality. And I never get to see how deep or how dark the rabbit hole can go.

So I don’t say a thing. All I do is moan as Kratos grabs a fist of my hair and pushes his huge dick into the back of my throat.

I can feel myself sputter and choke a little. Spit and precum drip from the corners of my lips and trickle down my chin. He groans deeply, his v-lines and abs flexing and rippling as he grabs my hair and takes his pleasure from my mouth.

“There’s a good little whore,” he grunts. “Now use your tongue, like a good little fuck-toy.”

I whimper as he pulls my mouth off his slick, glistening head. He brings my mouth down to the underside of his swollen shaft. I tongue and lick it, dragging my mouth up and down the sheer size of him as he hisses in pleasure.

Kratos bends over me, reaching down. I cry out, moaning around his thick dick as he spanks my ass. He does it again, using his grip on my hair to pull my mouth down to his big, heavy balls.

“Suck,” he commands. “Like the greedy little cum slut you are, babygirl.”

I moan, doing exactly as he says. My lips open wide, sucking one heavy orb into my mouth. My tongue drags over its silky skin, and when he groans deeply, something powerful explodes through me.

Another moan tumbles from my mouth as his thick finger drags up my slit from behind. He plunges it inside, fingering me hard and fast, filling the church again with the lewd sounds of my sopping wet pussy. His finger pushes lower between my legs, rubbing my clit as I gasp for air and tongue his heavy balls.

Kratos’ hand pulls away, clearly reaching for something. My eyes flare, my breath catching as I feel the cold, naked edge of his knife drag down my spine. He’s not cutting me, but I can feel the lethality of that point as it hums a hair’s breadth from my skin, delving lower and lower toward my ass.

“Open your mouth, my little slut.”

When I do, he pushes his swollen head back inside.

“Spread your fucking legs.”

He slaps my inner thigh, making me yelp and whimper before I scramble to do as he says. Then my eyes bulge wide when I feel the cold steel drag down the back of my thigh. I start to pull away, but Kratos holds my hair firmly in his fist, keeping me right where I am.

The blade dances over my skin, teasing inward and then slowly, achingly, teasingly dragging up my inner thigh, closer and closer and closer…

For one brief, horrifying second, I think I’ve misjudged all of this, and him. For a split-second, as the blade edges toward my pussy, I wonder if maybe I’ve vastly underestimated exactly how crazy Kratos is.

But just before the tip of the blade touches my most intimate area, he suddenly flicks his wrist, spinning the knife in his fingers. Suddenly, something hard with a rounded end presses between my pussy lips, just as he thrusts his cock into my mouth.

Holy fucking hell.

He might not be completely sadistic. But instantly, it’s clear I have underestimated how psycho this man is.

He’s just shoved the handle of his knife into my pussy.

The thing is, though, I might be just as fucking crazy. Because as he starts to fuck me with that smooth, bulbous hilt, I can already feel myself start to melt around it. And when I whimper a sloppy, muffled moan around his giant cock, he knows it, too.

Kratos chuckles darkly, groaning as he starts to fuck my mouth with shallow thrusts that gradually grow faster and deeper.

“What a fucking greedy little slut I’ve found,” he groans.

My eyes roll back, and my pulse turns to napalm in my veins as he starts to fuck me roughly with the handle of his blade. He thrusts into my mouth again, keeping it in tempo with the hilt thrusting in and out of my slick, eager pussy.

I moan louder and louder as I start to lose myself.

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