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“Yes,” he growls, quickening his pace. “Scream for me.”

I can’t hold back. My moans turn to loud screams as the pleasure builds, each thrust pushing me closer to the brink. His hands grip me tighter, his claws digging in, marking me as his. I feel the blood trickling down my thighs, mixing with my arousal. My pussy pulses so strongly that each heartbeat sends waves of sensation to my aching clit.

It’s madness. It’s pure insanity.

Echo leans down, his teeth grazing my shoulder, biting just enough to break the skin, and that’s what does it. I clench around him, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My vision goes white, my body convulsing with the intensity of it.

He follows me over the edge, his roar of release echoing in my ears. His body tenses, his claws sinking deeper as he empties himself inside me for the second time today.

For a moment, we stay like that, bodies entwined, breath mingling. Then, with a satisfied sigh, he pulls out, his touch more gentle now as he turns me over. Black eyes find mine.

“Are you satisfied with your reward?” he asks.

My mouth opens slowly. I want to say yes. I want to tell him that if this is how eternity’s supposed to look like then… actually, it couldn’t be better.I could live with that. I could spend it with him. Maybe I could be happy. Maybe I’d never be truly afraid again. After all, why fear the darkness if you embrace it?

But my voice fails me. My vision fades to black, and my body goes numb. I can’t speak. I can’t move. I don’t think I’m even breathing.

I think... I think I’m dying. I think my soul is disintegrating.

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Blend of Tastes

Through a thick fog, I hear that all-too-familiar, distorted demonic voice. It’s telling me to open my mouth and cling to him. It’s not panicked, but it’s… uncalm. Unsteady.

I want to obey, to be the good girl he wants me to be, but I can’t. My body feels too weak. Some parts of me are numb, while others feel strangely disconnected. Take my palms, for instance. I can sense the skin of my forearms stretching under the weight of my hands, yet I can’t actually feel them. They seem foreign, detached from my body.

The rest of my body feels icy, as if I’ve been plunged into arctic waters. But the sensation is distant, muted, hard to grasp. I couldn’t describe it even if I tried. The only word that creeps into my barely functioning brain is... death. My body feels like death.

The voice, that insistent demonic voice, grows louder, more urgent. “Open your mouth,” it commands again, now with a hint of rage. “Hang on to me; don’t let go.”

I want to scream, to shout that I’m trying, but no sound escapes. My jaw is locked, and my tongue is heavy like lead. So, Echo opens my mouth himself. He forces something inside, and suddenly, everything changes.

A sharp pain shoots through my chest, a burning sensation slicing through the haze. It spreads quickly, setting my nerves ablaze and wrenching a gasp from my throat. My mouth... it’s on fire. There’s something between my lips—sweet yet bitter, sour yet musky. I can’t identify it. I just know it hurts.

The pain is relentless, burning through my veins like liquid fire. My every sense is overwhelmed, each nerve ending ablaze with agony. But even in the middle of all this torment, a bit of clarity starts to come through. The fog begins to clear, and I can feel my hands again.

Then, I see Echo, my vision coming back. His eyes, black like the death I just felt, lock onto mine. They’re wild. I want to reach out, to touch his face, but the pain surges through me, pinning me in place. It’s a deep, relentless agony that tears at my core, changing me from the inside out. It feels like it’s pulling apart the very fabric of my being and reweaving it, changing me at the seams.

Help me. Help me. Help me.

Torture. This is torture. It’s not the kind of pain that enhances the pleasures. There’s no sweetness in it. This one is raw and excruciating.

“Make… it… stop,” I manage to say. My eyes lock with Echo’s for a fleeting second before my vision blurs once more. This time, a searing, white-hot blaze engulfs me. It’s not peaceful. It’s not numbing. It burns through my soul. “Help… me.”

I want to die. I want to disappear. Numbness was better than this.

Echo’s grip tightens on my shoulders, and I feel a surge of energy flowing from him into me. He’s… doing something different. He’s giving me his own energy. It’s intense, dark, but it offers a glimmer of relief amidst the agony.

“Withstand it, my Little Soul,” he whispers, his voice unreadable. “This is the only way.”

I nod weakly, tears streaming down my face. Even with his help, the burning in my body grows fiercer, reaching peak I didn’t think was possible. Every muscle, every cell in my body feels like it’s being torn apart and rebuilt at the same time.

What did he do to me? What did he give me?

Then, just as suddenly as it started, the pain begins to fade. It doesn’t disappear completely, but it turns into a dull ache, a far cry from the searing fire it was moments ago. I gasp for breath, my chest rising and falling. Vision comes back to me. Feeling does, too.

I glance down at my hands, flexing my fingers slowly. The numbness is gone. “What… what just happened?” I ask, my voice trembling. I feel… weird.

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