Page 26 of Carnival Monster

“I can’t,” I growl, my voice strained.

She reaches up, her fingers trailing along the edge of my mask. “You can,” she breathes, her touch igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both.

I close my eyes, trying to block out the voices, memories, and ever-present darkness that haunt me. But Aurora’s there, a beacon in the shadows, daring me to embrace the monster I’ve become.

Unable to hold back any longer, the monster claws its way to the surface, shattering what little control I had left. Her defiant gaze ignites an inferno, and I let the darkness consume me completely.

With a feral growl, I tear the remaining few scraps of fabric from her body, leaving her naked before me. Aurora doesn’t flinch or cower. Her eyes alight with depraved hunger. I commit every curve, every blemish to memory.

“So beautiful,” I rasp, my voice thick with desire. “And all mine.”

I move with a predator’s grace, retrieving a coil of rope from the corner of the cabin. Her gaze follows me, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I can smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating, and it drives me wild.

Without a word, I bind her wrists together, the rough fibers biting into her delicate skin. She doesn’t protest, doesn’t fight me. She submits willingly, surrendering herself to the darkness we both crave.

I work quickly and expertly, weaving the ropes around her body in intricate patterns. As I do, I notice a few scars on her back, wondering who harmed her. If I ever find out, I’ll murder them.

Each loop, each knot, is a declaration of my dominance, a testament to her submission. She’s putty in my hands, and I mold her into a living work of art, her flesh bound and constrained by my will.

As I work, the darkness swirls around us, caressing us with its icy tendrils. It’s a part of us, an inescapable force that binds us in this dance of depravity.

When the last knot is tied, I step back to admire my creation. She’s a vision, her body contorted and restrained, her skin flushed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. The ropes cut into her flesh, leaving angry red marks that only heighten the perverse beauty of the scene.

“Mine,” I growl, a primal rumble reverberating through the cabin. “You belong to me and the darkness.”

The knife glints in the dim light of the cabin, a sinister smile curving my lips. With deliberate slowness, I trace the sharpened edge along her skin, drawing a shallow and thin crimson line. She gasps, her body arching against the restraints, her breath coming in ragged pants. I savor the tang on my tongue as I lick the shallow cut, tasting her blood.

Her moan sends a shiver down my spine. I press the knife slightly deeper this time, relishing the way her flesh parts under the blade. It’s not deep enough to truly harm, but enough to make her bleed. I lap up her blood greedily, growling softly. The metallic tang excites me, fueling the fire in my veins.

Her eyes widen as she feels the blade, but instead of fear, her face contorts with pleasure. She’s broken, just like me. Pain makes her feel good, just like fear and terror make me feel good. Reaching between her thighs, I rub her soaking wet pussy roughly. With a desperate cry, her body convulses, her release triggered so easily. Her pussy squirts, soaking the floor beneath her, mixing with some of the blood that has dripped onto the floor.

I lean in close, my hot breath tickling her ear. “Do you like that, little one?” I whisper, my voice hoarse with restrained desire. “Do you like the feel of my knife against your skin?”

Her body shuddering as her orgasm subsides. “Yes,” she breathes, her voice laced with shame and craving. “Please give me more...”

The hunger in her voice sets my body on edge, and I struggle to maintain control. I want to give her what she craves, to push her to the very limits of pleasure and pain. But I fear there may be no turning back for either of us if I do.

The shadows in the cabin dance with anticipation, goading me to surrender. I can feel the edges of my sanity fraying. With a snarl, I drag the knife down her back, reveling in the way she bucks against her bonds.

Her flesh quivers, her breathing rapid and erratic. “Again,” she pleads, her voice hoarse.

I oblige, slicing the blade across her delicate skin, painting her body with her own blood. Each cut is a testament to our shared descent into depravity, a mark of our hungry devotion to the darkness that binds us.

Aurora’s scream pierces the air, a symphony of pleasure and pain that sends a jolt straight to my groin. I can’t resist anymore. The beast within me breaks free, clawing at the chains of my restraint. With a growl, I drop the knife.

Her eyes are glazed with lust as she gazes up at me, her body glistening with sweat and blood and still bound so prettily. I need to be inside her. Now.

I adjust her position, her bound wrists and ankles straining against the ropes as I move her into place. She moans, fueling my desire. I can’t think straight; the darkness has consumed me, clouding my mind with nothing but the need to claim her, to make her mine in the most primal way possible.

I free my cock and thrust into her with all the pent-up hunger and rage that’s been building. She gasps, her eyes widening at the sudden invasion, but I don’t stop. I pound into her with ferocious need, grunting with each deep stroke.

The scent of blood fills my nostrils, clouding my senses and pushing me further into the depths of my madness. I lean down, lapping at the shallow cuts on her shoulder, tasting the sweet mixture of blood and sweat. I crave more.

I bite down on her flesh, marking her with my teeth, leaving bruises that will deepen into violet shadows. She cries out in pain, and it only makes me wilder. I’m an animal driven by instinct and the raw, carnal need.

Her hips move in rhythm with mine, her body responding to mine as if we were one. Her wounds bleed again as I lick and kiss them, wanting to devour her and merge our bodies until there is no distinction between us.

I don’t care about gentleness or tenderness; this is a raw, unleashed passion fueled by the darkness that has brought us together.

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