Page 136 of Hell Breaks Loose

Her velvet lips wrap around my shaft, exploring the tip, and down. Warm, soft cheeks suck along my length, that blazing hot poker of a tongue stretching out at the bottom to lick further, lower.

The stimulation on the sensitive skin of my balls makes my quads tighten, almost to the point of cramping.

Fucking incredible.

Fingertips lock onto my nipples, shocking a jolt through me. Restarting my heart. Bringing me back to life.

Why does she do this to me? How does she know the ways to make me unravel?

Every night.

When I can actually sleep, I wish I could forever. To stay in this velvet haze without the bitter abrasion of reality flaying me every waking hour.

Where I have no choice. No will of my own. Only need for more Devotion. For a purpose given to me by my master. The Herald.

But in my dreams…

She’s there. The woman in the black dress.

Taunting me. Playing with me like I belong to her instead. And she can do whatever she wants to me.

Silken strands loop my wrists. Drawing me out, stretching my arms and legs tight.

Exposing me to her whims.

She is a goddess, a demoness, my doom and my salvation. She’s the one with the cascade of hair trailing to her waist, fluttering in a phantom wind, hiding her luscious curves from my sight.

She torments me. With delicious pain. With torturous, drawn-out sex.

When she’s not withholding it from me.

Making me beg for it.

Or dancing in the shadows, just out of reach.

Those times, when she writhes to an unheard rhythm, to the pounding of my shattered heart…

I feel closest to who I once was. Like he’s right there.

If I could just reach out and thrust my fingers through the inky wall of rippling, shimmering black that surrounds the functional part of my mind, I could drag him through or pull myself out.

Every time I try, my brain tears in agony, the viscid yellow bile consumes me.

And I must obey my mistress again.

So in my dreams, I stopped fighting.

I enjoy my time with her, the bride in black.

“Take me. Fuck me,” she moans into my ear, making me crane my neck after her, straining against my bindings.

My hands aren’t the only thing straining. My erection throbs with desire, dripping a glistening thread of lust for her. Of longing.

I’ve never needed something so badly in my life. To be inside her. To feel her around me.

“Who are you?”

“I’m yours. That’s all you need to know.”

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