Page 8 of In Love with the Devil

Chapter three

Take It

Julian

I drive to her place, parking across the street and one house down from her address. She looks gorgeous walking toward me under the sunset, like a supermodel on a magazine but with some meat on the bones. The pain must be intensifying, as I can see her slowing down.

“Let her go, Julian,” I tell myself while tapping my thumb on the steering wheel as she draws nearer. My grip tightens. I can’t. It’s been too long; I need at least a taste.

My eyes follow her through the windows of her home once she’s inside. She doesn’t get far at all. The pain must be overwhelming because she dips down out of sight and doesn’t come back up for a while.

I make sure no one is looking out their windows, or strolling down the street before I walk past the white picket fence. The tallhedge on both sides of the house ensures no one can see me. I hurry, searching for her through every window in my path to the back of the house where I hear her yell something at her mom in Spanish. I freeze to listen but all that I hear are crickets and her sobs. The sound is like a siren calling me, and all resistance or signs of self-control disappear because I want to lick those tears, consume her pain, and feel her on my cock. Then I see her through her bedroom's window.She’s lying on her side, slowly falling asleep, wincing as her tears wet her cheeks. Her skin is so fair that I can see her red nose even from a distance.

Oh… pretty bird, you're killing me. I would've given you more time, but I can't wait. I'm too hungry.

As if I've casted a spell, her eyelids grow too heavy. I wait until I hear her breathing loud and deep before seeking a way in. Around the other side of the house, I find the back door next to the garden, unlocked.

Goddammit. Are women really this stupid? What the hell is she thinking? What if some other psycho found their way in?She’s practically begging me to come in and fuck her.It's clear we were meant to be. She needs me.

She needs me.

I take my shoes off as soon as I walk in, placing my bag on the kitchen island. After, I slowly walk around the house to close all the curtains on the first floor. From my bag, I take out the drug and syringe. A slight smile sneaks into the corner of my mouth as I encounter a trail of her clothes to the bedroom; it’s like a red carpet leading to her.

As soon as I walk into her bedroom, I crouch down next to her and whisper in her ear, “This might pinch a little, prettiest of birds.” And like clockwork, when I inject it into her carotid, she flinches and whimpers, then her entire body relaxes.

She’s my first. I’ve never dared to do this, but now that I’ve trapped her, now that I’m here, I’m going to take all of her. She's my reward for being a so-calleddecentmember of society for so long despite my proclivities.

At the foot of the bed, I undress while staring at her, then pull the sheets, enjoying the slow revelation of every inch of her unconscious, naked body. Like a piece of art, she's only wearing the necklace and white lace panties. It's exactly what I'd wished for earlier. Her breasts are just as gorgeous as I'd imagined. My mouth waters at the thought of sucking on them. She's not skinny, but the fat she carries accentuates every curve. My dick throbs, and a drop of my pre-come leaks from it. I'm still in a state of disbelief that she's now all mine to relish. I never thought it could be this easy. Despite my psychotic hunger for her, I pace myself.

In the bathroom, I grab a small towel, wet it with hot water to wipe all the cream away. I turn her on her back, crawl between her legs, and gently slide her panties off. After wiping her, I take in that delicious smell of hers. I'm lying belly down between her legs, my face inches from her pussy while I caress her all over, feeling her skin, then kissing her inner thighs gently. My eyes snap up to her face when she lets out a long sigh, as if she were enjoying my palm caressing across her many beautiful valleys."You're so beautiful, Astoria." I kiss her inner thigh. "Has anyone ever told you that?" Kiss. "Usually, I'd control myself, but I need to have you…" Kiss. "Right now."

My arms hook under her thighs, hugging and locking them open for me to enjoy the feast that is her pussy. I watch her as I drag the flat of my tongue, pushing past her pussy lips, the tip entering her, then slipping up to her clit where I flick and suck.

I gave her a tiny dose of the drug, hoping she won’t be fully knocked out because I want her to feel everything but not have the strength to wake and fight me–almost paralyzed. Sexosomnia. It’s when instead of sleep walking, people sleep fuck. Most patients don’t remember the sex they have during such episodes, but I hope she does.

At first, she doesn’t react, and I worry I miscalculated the dose, but then her breathing quickens, and moans tumble out of her with each tongue lash I gift her clit. She likes it when I stroke and suck hard there, so I do it until I’m pleasuring her so much that her body overpowers the drug. Her hips quake and try to escape my hold. Low volumed, high-pitched moans come out of her again and again. There's a big wet spot on the bed but I don't stop. Whimpers and then a wail slip out of her as a tremble travels through her body. She's coming, for the first time, for me. I crawl up her body with my cock pulsing and begging to fuck her. “Say my name, pretty bird. Say, Julian.”

“Julian.” Her breathing starts to calm as she recovers from her climax.

“O–h. My sweet girl.”I rub the tip of my dick on her supple clit as she calls my name again.“You’re so wet for me, pretty bird.”

She whimpers as I tease her, then push a little of my cock inside her while balancing my weight on my elbow and knees. I revelin her loud, long pained gasp. “Julian.” The pain is clear in her protest, lighting a fire in me. I know I’m stretching her too much because her walls are choking the little bit of me I've pushed in.

“Yes, pretty bird?” It’s next to impossible to push my cock deeper because she’s too tight. My poor Astoria.

“It hurts.”She looks like she's going to begin weeping.

“I know, but you’re a good girl. You're going to take it. I know you will.”

I swing my hips back and forth only pushing a little past her limit. I promised myself I'd fuck her slow and then fast and hard so I wait for her to get used to the size of me. Like a virgin, she winces, whimpers and moans with tears streaming from her closed eyes. Never before have I seen a more beautiful site. With the incisions I cut and the scraping of her cervix, I have no doubts that every penetration is excruciatingly painful for her. I push with more force at the thought, and she shrieks, making my dick engorge with lust.

“Please, stop. Please–” She pants, her chest rising and falling too fast.

I kiss her cheeks, her neck, calming her, embracing and caressing her while slowly plunging into her.

“Aww… You can take me."

"No…"

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