Page 37 of Carnival Monster

But he laughs, a sinister sound that echoes through the woods. “I don’t hear you saying the right word. Take that cock like the dirty little slut you are,” he growls.

His words cut through the haze of my panic, reminding me of our deal. I feel a surge of defiance mixed with shame and a desire to submit entirely.

A moan escapes my lips, even as I try to pretend I don’t want this.

He continues to thrust into me, his pace relentless. The pain of his huge cock splitting me open slowly fades, replaced by a distinct sensation. Something that makes my body ache in a whole new way.

I can feel him, hard and insistent inside me. It’s too much, overwhelming in the best possible way. I’m acutely aware of his body against mine, his hands holding me down.

My fingers clutch at the dirt, my nails breaking as I dig them into the ground. I should stop this and call out our safe word. But something holds me back, a dark yearning I can’t deny.

He reaches around, his hand closing over my throat. I gasp, my eyes widening as he squeezes. His strong fingers claw into my flesh, cutting off my air supply.

I squirm beneath him, my body fighting for freedom even as my mind craves more. I can feel his grip tightening, my vision darkening at the edges.

I fight for air, my lungs burning as my vision tunnels. My body is on fire, every nerve ending ignited by the pressure of his hand. Black spots swim before my eyes, and I know I’m teetering on the edge of consciousness.

“That’s it, little one,” he growls. “You want me to breed you, don’t you? Want my cock to fill you up and mark you as mine?”

His words are dirty and wrong, but they electrify me. I try to nod, my body thrashing weakly in his grip.

“That tight pussy of yours is begging for it,” he growls. “Begging to be filled. Can’t you feel it, little one? How it’s clenching around me, trying to pull me deeper. It wants me to flood it with my cum.”

I can barely think. My brain was starved of oxygen. He’s buried deep within me, stretching me, filling me in a way that feels so incredibly right.

“Come for me,” he demands, commanding. “Let me feel that pussy milk my cock as you fall apart.”

His words are like a trigger, and my body responds despite my hazy mind. The pressure builds an intense coil of pleasure in my core. It’s too extreme, too forceful, and I’m falling, surrendering to the waves of ecstasy that wash over me.

Every muscle convulses, my scream muffled against the dirt as the orgasm tears through me. I can feel Gage’s hand tightening around my throat, his body slamming into mine as he follows me over the edge.

The world goes white, and I feel myself slipping away, my consciousness fading. I’m vaguely aware of his body shuddering against me as he fills me with cum.

And then everything goes black.

21

GAGE

Iflip Aurora over, ready to lose myself in her tight heat again, but my blood runs cold when I see her eyes are closed. Fuck, is she breathing? Shit, shit, shit. Did I fucking kill her?

A wave of nausea hits me like a sledgehammer as I put my hand over her mouth and find she’s not breathing. Fuck, no, this can’t be happening. Not like this. Not with her.

I start chest compressions, my hands shaking as I try to remember the steps. I pinch Aurora’s nose and breathe into her mouth, watching her chest rise and fall as I do. Come on, little one. Don’t you fucking die on me!

I continue the cycle, compressions, and breaths, my vision blurring with unshed tears. The pain in my chest is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s like a part of me is dying with her.

Suddenly, I feel her chest rise and fall. I freeze, hardly daring to breathe while I watch her chest. Sure enough, it rises and falls. She’s breathing. Relief crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I gather her into my arms, cradling her against my chest.

I brush the hair back from her face, my fingers trembling as I trace the delicate curve of her cheek. I’ve never felt a fear like that before. The thought of losing her, of being the one responsible for snuffing out her light... it’s unbearable.

I carry Aurora back to the cabin, her limp body cradled against my chest. The weight of what just happened presses down on me, threatening to crush me under its immensity. I told her she was playing with a monster, that I wasn’t mentally stable enough to fuck the way she wanted. It’s too dangerous for her. And now, I’ve proven that point in the most terrifying way possible.

I lay her gently on the bed I set up for tonight. My hands shake as I brush a strand of hair from her face. She looks so peaceful, so innocent. But I know the truth. Aurora is just as bent and broken as I am. That’s why she wanted to role-play rape fantasy, to give in to our basest desires without fear or restraint.

I sit beside her, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. The relief I feel is overwhelming but tinged with a sickening guilt. I almost killed her. The one person who understands and accepts me for the monster I am. And I nearly snuffed out her life with my own hands.

I bury my face in my hands, my shoulders shaking. There’s no way I can do this anymore. I can’t keep pretending I’m not dangerous to everyone around me, especially Aurora. She deserves better than this, better than me.

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