Page 66 of Presence

No. I can’t bear to think about what could have happened if I had been stronger, if I had listened to Camilla and Raven. I don’t want to think about what might have been. I just want... I want all this to be over.

So, I ask, “Will you kill me now?”

His teasing touch makes my stomach clench, and I bite my lower lip, fighting the urge to close my eyes and lean into him. I’m caught in a tug-of-war with myself, lust pulling me toward him while fear pushes me away. Resignation keeps me at bay.

Echo’s eyes darken, his eyelids lowering. “Get on your knees,” he commands suddenly.

So this is how it all ends? I will die on my knees in front of a demon I gave my heart to? My heart leaps into my throat, chills rippling down my spine to my thighs and calves.

One of Echo’s shadows pushes against my knees from behind, and I fall to the ground with a thud, a mess of feelings. My body no longer listens to me. I sweat, I drool, and yes, my pussy gets wet too. As I said… I’m a lost cause.

Regret floods me. Leaving Cam’s house, living an unremarkable life where nothing made me happy, being a worse friend to her than I could have been. I could have spent my days with her, without letting doubt cloud my judgment. It could have been the two of us against the world.

But now it’s all over, isn’t it?

Echo chuckles. Of course, he does. It’s amusing to him. He’s entertained by my misery.

“Yes, my Little Soul,” he purrs. “You entertain me so well. Open your mouth.”

I open my eyes. I don’t even remember closing them, but now that they’re open, I see Echo standing over me, a wicked grin on his face and a hand on his groin.

“W-what?” I stammer, my voice weak.

“I want to see you with my cock between your lips.” He runs his second hand over my hair, petting me and caressing my face like he loves me. “I want to hear you choke again.”

The shadows around me tighten, binding my arms and arching my spine, forcing me to meet his soulless gaze.

“Do as you’re told, Little Soul,” he croons, his voice dark and low. I can hear the old Echo in him, but it’s drowned below a layer of monstrosity. “You will bring me pleasure and suffer while doing it, won’t you?”

His hand moves, revealing his cock from beneath a strip of black fabric. He strokes it, making it swell. But here’s the thing—it looks nothing like his human one. This one’s bigger, with ridges at its base and the same markings he has on his face.

And I… I open my mouth, my breath hitching. My knees ache against the forest floor, and my body is slick with sweat. There’s a sharp pain on my scalp where he pulls my hair, but I can do nothing about it. I can just kneel here and take it.

He nudges the tip against my lips, his eyes watching my face with an intensity that sends a chill through me. He presses forward, slowly at first, but then with a sudden thrust that makes me choke.

The worst part? He tastes just like the fucking rose petal.

I’m feeling a new kind of dizzy, my pussy throbbing like crazy, my blood boiling, and this intense need taking over. Suddenly, I need him inside me, filling me up and stretching me out, leaving me completely full with his cum.

That rose flavor, it… Fuck! It sets my whole body alight.

Echo’s laughter bounces around the dark woods, a low, taunting sound. He pushes deeper, holding my head firmly in place as his hips move in slow, deliberate strokes. My jaw aches from being open so wide. I can’t breathe.

My gag reflex triggers, tears springing to my eyes as I try to adjust to his rhythm. He moves faster, his grip unrelenting. That’s when the hand that’s on my head grips my hair stronger. He pulls me still so he can thrust without any mercy.

“That’s right,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “Choke for me.”

The shadows tug at my hands too, making my joints scream in pain. It feels like he’s about to tear me apart. I’m on fire.

Pain and pleasure blur, my mind lost in a haze. My vision narrows until all I can see is Echo’s wicked smile above me.

“More,” he groans. “Give me more, Clarity.”

He’s using my nickname again. It’s ugly, sacrilegious, but I’m a sucker for it. Shame burns through me, yet I can only gasp for air and open my mouth wider.

It’s like he wants to reward me. His shadows spread my thighs wider, arching my spine and pinning me to the ground. I stop resisting, letting them hold me as another tendril enters me without warning.

It goes in hard and fast, with no resistance. I’m as slick as possible, and he takes full advantage.

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