Page 62 of Pretty Little Psycho

I hear him chuckle and the vibration increases yet again. I roll my hips so hard I almost tip the whole coffin over. My belly tightens as the pressure in my core climbs. Spasms spread through my pussy in waves that I can’t control. I can’t breathe as I clench and throw my head from side to side.

My cream gushes out, soaking my thighs. I’m drenched in my own cum as the toy inside me continues to pulse and flick against all my most sensitive spots.

“Fuck,” I cry out. My chest heaves as every nerve in my body tingles. I gasp for air, whimpering while I ride out my orgasm.

I feel wild. Feral. I feel fucking alive and dead at the same time. Fearless. With every breath I take, a calm settles over me. I want to drown in the darkness, lose myself in the silence.

I lay here without any concept of time or space, escaping into the recesses of my mind. Remembrance fades like a crutch I no longer need to cling to, releasing the weight that has rested on my shoulders for too long.

My muscles twitch, aching from the onslaught of pain and pleasure. But I’m not afraid.

The lid creaks as it’s thrust open. I blink my eyes a few times to adjust. Valentin hovers over me, looking like a dark angel in the muted light.

His lips quiver as he gazes down between my thighs. “Firecracker… you did so fucking good.”

Heat floods my body, and I almost cum again when he pushes his fingers inside me and pulls the vibrator out. I release it with a heavy sigh. “Valentin… I’ve never cum like that before.”

He unties me and lifts me out of the coffin. I feel his heart beating fast against me as he holds me close. “I’m going to lick every inch of cream from your cunt. And then I’m going to fill it back up with my own.”

I let him carry me up the stairs to the bedroom. He sets me on the bed before taking off his clothes. I can see more of those sigils carved into his body. They sweep across his chest and down his torso, through his legs and down his shaft. They seem to pulse with energy as he nears me.

“What does this one do?” I point to the strange symbol embedded in his abdomen.

He climbs onto the bed and spreads my legs apart, nestling himself in between them. “Some of our power stems from our core. Our libido. This one is connected to that. I feel everything more intensely.”

He is the epitome of intensity.

I lick my lips as the heat between my thighs sends a flush over my skin. Everything tingles. “Fuck, I want one of those.”

Valentin’s eyes glow as his gaze lands on my wet pussy. “You’re going to have all sorts of marks when we’re done with you, Firecracker.”

I buck as he lashes his tongue against my swollen clit. I jerk my head back and release a guttural moan. He licks me slowly, lapping up every drop of cum I released. His urgency creates a spasm in my core, restimulating me all over again. I want to cry it feels so fucking good.

“Mmm, I love the way you taste. Knowing I did this to you gets me so fucking hard,” he breathes in between licking and sucking the raw flesh of my pussy. “Open yourself wider for me.”

I slide my hands down and peel back the lips of my pussy, offering myself up to him on a platter. “You’ve ruined me, Valentin,” I clamor. “All three of you have ruined me.”

He hums softly against my heated flesh. “Oh, we’re just getting started, pretty girl.” The force of his tongue thrusting inside makes my whole body contort.

I cry out as he burrows in deeper. He takes all of me inside his mouth, his lips stretching wide to cover every inch of my throbbing flesh. As if he wants to swallow me whole. He hums louder, rocking my core in a violent assault of vibrations so jarring that stars twinkle and pop in my vision. I scream and writhe against him as my cream bursts onto his tongue.

Valentin moans as he drinks. He digs his fingers into my flesh, bruising me with his brutality. I want his marks on me. I need them.

“Mmm,” he comes up for air and angles his face toward mine. “Tastes like sin,” he purrs before he kisses me, my juices still on his tongue. Fuck. It’s so hot, I can’t get enough. I kiss him back hard, desperate to consume all that he gives me.

“That’s my naughty little slut, tasting yourself on my tongue,” he rasps. He flips me over onto my belly, yanks my hair back, and shoves his finger into my mouth. “Suck that cream off. Taste how fucking good you are for me.”

A deep guttural moan wrenches from my throat as he gags me.

“I’m not just going to ruin you.” He squeezes the tip of his cock inside my ass, and I buck. “I’m going to tear you the fuck apart.”

I scream as he drives into me. It feels like I am being torn open. The first time he did this, I was slippery from all the blood. I was angry and on the edge of madness. This time… fuck. I can barely take it. “Valentin, wait. It hurts.”

He snickers. “That’s how you know it’s good, Firecracker.” He digs his fingers into my flesh and spreads my ass cheeks apart as he hammers his cock farther in. “Fuck, you’re so warm and tight. I’m going to cum in fucking seconds.”

Tears stream down my cheeks. My insides are raw, burning from being stretched by his thickness. But I don’t want him to stop. I roll my hips and rub my pussy against the mattress.

He lobs a glob of spit down my entrance. “Mmm, yeah. Now you’re opening up for me. Fuck. I can’t hold back much longer.”

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