Page 80 of Body Tox

He came hard, his blood coating my pussy and creating a lubrication of our come and blood mixing as one.

We were one.

I belonged to him.

He belonged to me.

I was dripping with his come so deep inside me.

“As promised.” He winked, catching his breath and going between my legs.

I looked at him. His sinful tongue licked up all of the come that tried to escape my body.

“Good boy,” I teased on a whimper, leaning back and letting him make good on his delicious promises.

My body was buzzing. The high and the electricity I felt was otherworldly. Echo was waiting for me in the hall of the candles, and I had one more gift for her. I walked down the winding staircase. The dank smell of water and damaged wood made me hold my nose.

For a holy place, they certainly didn’t seem to care much about the actual grounds that people couldn’t see. I could hear the pleading before I reached the last step, and a sick satisfaction dropped over me like a veil.

I would fucking enjoy this.

“Please,” the robed figure said. His shit-colored eyes were bloodshot.

“Did she beg, too?” I asked, laughing at his pathetic mewls of pain from my earlier work over on his hands and face.

He wasn’t so pretty anymore.

I brought a candle down, the same one lying around us when we fucked upstairs directly above where he was lying in wait.

“Oh, Alex,” I sang, lighting the candle and showing the bottom of my face like a beacon in the darkness to cast my shadow across the cemented wall.

“What do you want, heathen? You are a man touched by the devil. I can help you find peace, son.” I laughed louder and dumped some of the hot wax on his face, watching the red color coat his skin like blood.

I was still covered in my blood and hers. I didn’t bother to cover my body. I was proudly sporting my brand, my cock still coated in her juices.

“Tell me, do you remember what she tasted like, Alex?”

The robed man shifted, trying to look away from my nakedness and the bleeding mark on my chest.

“I am not the one I was,” he said softly. “I have atoned for my sins, as should you.”

I smiled, peeling the wax off his skin, the pink tint flushing his cheeks when it was ripped off. I stepped onto the stool beside the chair he was chained to, gripping his robed head in my hand, opening his mouth, and slamming him down onto my cock.

He choked, and I kept his jaw open, slamming myself into his mouth over and over.

“That’s what the woman you took from tastes like. That’s what her fucking orgasms taste like. She coated my cock right above your pathetic ass. Her screams were of pleasure, echoing down so you could hear what a fucking woman like her deserves to feel.”

He struggled on my thickness, gasping for breath and trying his best to pull away.

“How does it feel to lose your ability to refuse?” I asked, groaning at how he choked on our come mixed together and coating my cock in such a delicious blend.

This man had raped her for years. Used her, abused her, cut her, burned her.

This would be the last time he would taste her. The last time he felt any amount of pleasure derived from my Little Wraith.

“Open your fucking mouth, Pet,” I said, using his little nickname and watching the light in his eyes dim over and over as he rode the cusp of passing out. I pulled away each time, pulling him back at the right moment before he passed out.

“Stop!” he gagged, and I threw him to the side to puke.

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