Page 5 of Tainted Wings of Failure

The moment her grip on my head loosens, I pull back and take a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs. I lift my hand and wipe my face, watching as the remnants of her arousal mix with the faint smears of blood, and a smirk spreads across my face.

Rising to my feet, my eyes land on her, completely naked, sprawled out on the sofa, her arms laying limply by her side as she catches her breath. Her legs are spread wide, her pussy a delicate work of art, her clit swollen, glistening with arousal, and faint strings of blood decorating her folds. Usually, I'm a sucker for the abstract chaos when she's completely drenched in blood, smeared all over her pale skin. But I also appreciate the more peaceful moments. I pull my phone out of the pocket of my pants and snap a quick picture of her, drawing a quiet chuckle from her.

"How many of these pictures do you have now?"

"Not enough." I drop my phone on the coffee table before stepping closer to the sofa until my knees hit the edge. "Sit up, baby," I say, and she does as told, scooting closer to me until her face is right in front of my crotch. She looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth as I push my pants down and pull out my hard cock with one hand. The other grabs her chin, my thumb pulling her lip from between her teeth before I press it against her lips. "Open up." But she doesn't; instead, she purses her lips into a pout.

"No sex tonight?"

"No, this is just as hard for me as it is for you. You know I love it when you color my cock red, but with what I'm going to do to you tomorrow, you will need the rest. So now be good and open up," I order, and she obeys, her lips parting, her tongue slipping out, creating a perfect path for my cock, offering herself to me.

Releasing her chin, I thread my fingers through the damp strands of her hair, pulling them together and fisting them into a messy ponytail at the back of her head. I wrap the fingers of my other hand around the base of my cock and give myself a few good pumps before lowering myself onto her tongue. Her eyes remain fixed on me as she breathes through her nose.

My cock throbs in anticipation, pulsing against her tongue as I push her head forward, the wet warmth of her mouth wrapping around me. My thigh muscles flex as I have to stop myself from just fucking her throat. With my hand gripping her hair, I guide her head back, only to push her back down, grinding against her slick tongue.

Her eyes fall shut, and with each bob of her head, I can feel her beginning to relax around me, allowing me to go deeper and deeper until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat, drawing an animalistic moan from the depths of my stomach. Her muscles contract around the sensitive tip and my hips jerk at the sensation.

I take a deep breath and place my other hand on her head for additional support. Looking down at her, I find her beautiful brown eyes looking up at me, sparkling through a veil of tears that clouds her vision. God, how I love the sight of her kneeling naked in front of me, about to cry with her lips stretched around my cock as she swallows me so willingly like the good slut she is.

I flash her one last devilish grin before drawing back, only to plunge back in. Throwing my head back, I start a slow, subtle rhythm that only grows more frantic with each time I slam into her mouth. Her hands land on my hips, her nails digging into my skin as she moans around my cock, sending vibrating shock waves through every muscle of my body.

Snotty sobs echo from underneath me, but I don't care. She's more than capable of handling this; she's proven it to me countless times before. My head lolls forward and my eyes land on my cock as it slides effortlessly in and out of her mouth, her beautiful lips wrapped perfectly around my girth. My eyes meet hers as she stares up at me, a soft shade of red coloring the white of her eyes as tears stream down her cheeks.

Just a little longer, I tell myself and continue my chase, driving myself in and out in a feverish rhythm until my hips begin to stutter. Tightening my grip on her hair, I push her all the way down my length, burying her face in my pubic hair as I empty myself down her throat.

My lips part in a guttural moan as her throat muscles contract around my cock, increasing the pressure around my pulsating length as it squeezes out my cum in waves. "Swallow it all, baby," I demand breathlessly, refusing to let go of her head. "I know you're hungry."

It's only when her shoulders start to tremble that I release her and pull out of her mouth with a wet pop. She immediately throws her head back, gasping for air, her eyes wide open, and I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. I cup her cheeks in my hands and catch sight of a drop of cum running down her chin. Tracing the curve of her lower lip, I scoop up the drop with my thumb before forcing it into her mouth, onto her tongue.

"We are not going to waste a single drop, baby bird." She nods her head and wraps her lips around my thumb, maintaining eye contact as she eagerly swirls her tongue around the finger, then sucks it clean. "That's a good girl," I say, thrusting my finger deeper into her mouth.

Chapter 4

Evelyn

"Run, Dove, run!" Noah's voice carries through the night, loud, clear, and haunting, as a series of explosive gunshots follow his call.

Fuck. When he said he would destroy me tonight, he wasn't lying. So far, he has shot directly at me seven times, three of which just barely missed my shoulder. As I recount his shots, another explosion echoes through the cold night air, bouncing off the trees and catching up with me as a nearby tree trunk explodes from the impact of the bullet. My heart leaps in my chest, pumping the adrenaline-fueled blood through my veins.

Caught up in the intensity of the moment, I miss a root sticking out of the ground, hidden by the autumn leaves, where my foot gets caught, knocking me over. I wince at the impact as my body hits the muddy ground.

At the sound of heavy footsteps on nearby leaves, I rise to my knees and check my white dress, now completely covered in dirt. I sigh. He just bought it for our little game and now it's completely ruined. I wanted to keep this one; the corset squeezes my tits together perfectly, making them appear a little bigger than they really are.

My lips purse into a pout, but my disappointment is short-lived and I flinch as another gunshot echoes through the woods. I squeeze my thighs together, my skin already sticky from how dripping wet I am, and my thong has become unbearable to wear. My clit is hard and pulsating; each throb is like an electric shock wave running through my body. This morbid hunting game has become one of our favorite foreplays, and the more unhinged he gets, the more it turns me on.

"Coo, Dove, coo," he calls. "I know you're here!"

I suck my lower lip between my teeth and chew on the flesh as an idea pops into my head. With hectic movements, I stand up, lift the tulle skirt, and push down my soaked underwear, laying them neatly on a felled tree nearby before I keep on running.

The moment the gunshots and the rustling of the leaves following me die down, I stop. Placing a hand on a tree for support, I attempt to catch my breath, inhaling and exhaling deeply. My lungs are on fire; the cold autumn air stings like a knife piercing through my ribcage.

I lift my head and take a quick look around, scanning my surroundings, and spot him standing among the trees, illuminated by the bright light of the full moon, about thirty feet from me. We hadn't seen each other before because we wanted to surprise each other with our outfits. In contrast to my beautiful puffy white dress that could easily pass for a very summery wedding dress, he is dressed in all black with a tight compression turtleneck covering his mouth and nose, a bulletproof vest on top, and my favorite pair of black suit pants that fits him perfectly. His hair is slicked back, though a few strands have come loose.

The muscles in my core contract, begging for salvation. I want nothing more than for him to rip this dress off my body and fuck me, claim me, destroy me as he promised.

As I take a step toward him, the leaves crunch under my feet, and I coo, just as he asked me to. His head whips in my direction and my breath catches in my throat at the way he looks at me, his gaze is fierce and predatory as he sizes me up from head to toe.

My cunt throbs again as he spins around and stalks toward me. Turning around I scramble to get around the tree behind me to keep on running. But long fingers wrap around my arm, and I scream out of reflex as, in the blink of an eye, he tackles me face first to the ground. A low moan escapes my throat as my body collides with the cold, muddy forest soil once more. He straddles my hips and sits on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my ass.

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