Page 46 of The Queen's Serpent

“I… do.” I tremble at the ferocity in his eyes. He’s lost all control of himself. He’s going to hurt me, to do something that we will never be able to come back from. “Please!”

“You’re a whore, Issy, and it’s time I started to treat you like one.” He yanks me forward until my body is forced to comply with his hold, and I am back on my hands and knees. “You still don’t understand that you belong to me, that you are mine, and I own you and can do whatever I want with you, that you live in a cage because I allow you to continue breathing, but we can fix that,sweetheart. I can train you like a fucking dog to heel and come at my command.”

He drags me over to Paulo’s bleeding body, his face resembling bloody ground beef. “No! No, Diego!” I beg while trying to stop my body from being dragged forward, even as I tremble uncontrollably, my limbs scraping along the ground.

“Yes, Issy!” He stops when I am right next to a dead Paulo whose dark, empty eyes stare into nothing. Diego yanks the hem of my dress from behind, pulling it over my ass until it pools on my lower back. “Remove your underwear,Princesa!“ His voice is tight with emotion as he slips behind my body and gets to his knees.

“Don’t do this… please, Diego, please!”

“Save your tears, Issy. They don’t fucking work on me, because I know now what you are.” The sound of material ripping rents the air, the tug against my hip stings as the side of my panties snaps and tears, the material sliding down my legs and pooling at my knees.

“Diego… please, I beg you, listen to me,” I sob uncontrollably.

His hand snakes in front of my face. “Spit, slut. It’s the only lube you’ll get, and the only mercy I will show you.”

Horror fills me as I absorb his words, and he doesn’t bother to wait until I comply with his command, forcing two fingers into my mouth and almost making me vomit again. Saliva slides down the side of my face and mixes with the tears, and he rubs the flat of his palm against it. “So pretty when you cry, baby. I’m going to enjoy fucking you with your own tears.”

“Diego, please, not like this! I… I love you!” The words escape my lips in a panicked rush, but it’s too late. He slams three of his wet fingers inside of my core, making my back bow with the intrusion, and a scream squawks from my lips. His fingers begin a punishing rhythm inside of me, opening me up and stretching me.

Pain and pleasure start to rise inside of me, even as I try to fight against the sensations. My body impulsively bucks my hips into the feeling of fullness in my pussy, trying to chase away the horror, and replace it with carnality.

“Look at how your cunt is squeezing my fingers, Issy. You’re strangling them even as your pussy weeps, baby.” His grasp on my hair loosens, and I hear the sound of a zipper being released.

“Diego… please, not… like this.” My words escape me in a whimper, and my core clenches as he rubs that soft spot inside of me that makes me lose my mind.

I try to force my eyes to look away from a dead Paulo before me. The scent of iron and blood is all that I inhale, and I can taste it from Diego’s fingers being inside my mouth. The fingers he’s now fucking me hard with, covered in this dead man’s blood, along with my tears and spit.

“Reach forward, Issy, and rub your hands in his blood. Get them nice and wet, baby, so that you can lube up my hard cock. I’m going to fuck you with the blood of the man who tried to take what is mine.”

Jesus fucking Christ, he’s completely lost his mind. Tears pour from my eyes and blind me to the sight before me. He nudgesthe crown of his cock at my entrance, rubbing it through my slit, even as his fingers keep up their unwavering pace, and the hand still grabbing my hair forces my face to look across Paulo’s dead body.

“You can either use his blood for lube, or I’ll make you lick up the fucking mess with that traitorous mouth of yours. The choice is yours,Princesa, but either way, I’m going to paint one of your holes red.”

Sobs wrack my body as I reach forward, bracing myself on just one hand and my knees, as I trail my fingers through the blood on Paulo’s neck and upper chest, coating them in nothing but red until they are dripping, the feeling of his still warm blood forcing me to gag.

“Reach back and stroke me, baby, get my hard cock nice and wet,” he growls. “That’s agood girl, what agood whoreyou are.”

I reach back and coat his throbbing cock with Paulo’s blood, even as I clench my eyes tightly to stop myself from seeing the dead man in front of me. His fingers continue to move within me, stroking me in the spot that makes my eyes want to roll into the back of my skull, despite the ghastly situation I find myself trapped in.

Searing heat and electricity dashes up between my thighs, making my core spasm and my legs tremble, and I bite down on my lip to stop the aroused cries from leaving my mouth.What the fuck is the matter with me? How can I be getting off on this? This is sick!I can feel myself dripping and slickening my thighs, the orgasm starting to rise within me as he mercilessly finger fucks my pussy.

He suddenly stops and pulls his digits from inside of me, and a groan of objection leaves my lips. “What a dirty little slut you are, getting off on being fucked next to my dead enemy.” He slams his cock inside of me, bottoming out in one painful go, and stretching me until I think he might break me open.

“FUCK! Diego, please!” I scream.

“You will take all of me, again and again. I’m going to pour my cum inside of you, mixed with Paulo’s blood, until you drip with it. Until you cry out for your release, beg me to cum, and admit that you’re a whore, and tried to betray me.”

His body bends over mine, pushing my limbs further into the dirt, and closer to the bleeding mass of dead flesh before me. His warm breath slides across my cheek before he licks a line from the corner of my eye to my jaw. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Issy? You want to be my whore, and you want me to come until you’re sated from being used, don’t you, baby?”

The way he’s pounding into my body, making it rock forward and hitting the end of me continuously, has me seeing stars and my mouth hanging open, as I desperately try to drag much-needed oxygen inside of my seizing lungs. Prickles of heat rise within me, and I’m unable to stop them from climbing the mountain; the promise of darkness is too addictive, even though I should try not to submit to my arousal. It’s sick, unhinged, and depraved, what we are doing. He’s literally fucking me with the blood of the man who forced himself on me.

“Cum for me, baby. I can feel you clamping down on my cock, strangling him. You feel so fucking good,” he pants. “So fucking wet and tight, as you try to suck my soul right into this perfect traitorous pussy.”

His hand releases from my hair, and makes its way down my face and around my neck, his fingers tightening but not impeding my air, at least not yet. His other hand pulls brutally on my hip, forcing me to take all that he has to give. “Tell me who you belong to,Princesa. Tell me who owns you.”

I’m enthralled by his words, my body clenching down as he keeps pushing me higher and higher. I look down between my swaying breasts in the gap of the bodice of my dress, and I can see where we’re connected. His cock pushes into me in deep,hard strokes. My pussy lips and his cock are tinged bright red, so much fucking red. Fuck, I can’t hold on. I need to explode, even though I know I shouldn’t, that this is wrong.

“Say the words, Issy, or I will leave you fucking empty and cum on your face.”

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