Page 125 of When Night Falls

"Oh, fuck!" she cries and my dick hardens in my bloodied pants at the sound of her anguished tone.

I trail my tongue to her clit and swipe my fingers through her wetness before thrusting them gently into her greedy pussy. Her walls clamp around me and that's when I feel the slight flood of heavy liquid trapped around my fingers. I pleasure her clit while my fingers stay stuck inside of her for just a few more seconds before pulling them out of her.

Her blood starts to coat my fingers, and I don't deny myself the luxury of the thirst that wreaks havoc in my veins. I lick up the blood, reveling in the metallicity of the way it hits my tongue, flooding all of my senses in a frenzy of antagonizing delight.

She tastes like every deeply, darkly, unhinged thought I've ever craved to bring to life. My sweet sin is bleeding so prettily for me, watching as I lap at the pleasure she produces just for me.

It's then that I realize that this tether can either be my most preeminent strength or my gravest regret. My undeniable rise to respect or my utterly destructive downfall.

Either way, I'm annihilated by my wife and how she caters to my every craving without question. How she suffers mentally and emotionally all to satisfy my needs and my asks.

I lick my lips, loving the way she watches me taste her. Her silver eyes shift from the light of the sun on a gentle spring day to the darkness of a harsh winter night all while carrying the demure of a queen submitting to the nefarious actions her king intends to ensue.

"I have to admit, Lucynda," I start as I lower my mouth back down to her core, letting my whisper skate over her sensitive skin, her pussy now gently smeared in the maroon elixir that stirs desires within me. "I have a lot of sins that I shall repent, but of all of them, you are my absolute favorite." I lick the liquidpainting her pretty pussy red, mixing with the natural pool of her arousal. "But you are a sin I'll never confess to regret."

"Oh god." Pleasure twists on her face as I start to work her into a frenzy, needing to pull her orgasm out of her.

I thrust my fingers back inside her, but this time I curl them up and pull them out before repeating the rhythmic gesture over and over, mixing with the assault of my tongue lashing against her clit. She moans as she grips the sheets with one hand and twists her fingers in my hair with the other. I reach up and yank down one of the cups of her bra, freeing her breast and watching her nipple peak as the cold air hits it.

I twist the pink bud in my fingers for only a second before I have to hold Lucynda down while she starts to shake under me, the tell that she's about to come undone.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, Cyn. You deserve this. Take your pleasure from me." I kiss her inner thigh while pumping my fingers in and out of her wanton pussy, seeing the way her breath evades her as she arches her back, begging for my mouth back on her clit.

I press my lips over the sensitive spot before using my teeth to gently capture it, pulling as softly as I can before using my tongue to brush over it in a wet, delicate lick. I let it go then move steady circles over it as I thrust my fingers so deep inside her. I can hear the vibrant sounds of her cum mixing with her blood, seeping past my fingers as she soaks me entirely.

"Rivian, please don't fucking stop!" Torment laces her tone as her eyes grow heavy and roll back, her orgasm ripping through her.

Breathy moans of satisfaction penetrate my ears and reverberate through the room, creating echoes of symphonic bliss as I slow my thrusts, watching my wife break apart in front of me in the most deliriously and unholy way.

Her breaths start to come in harsh and slow. Her body relaxes from the tension and her face is flushed with the most beautiful post orgasmic glow.

"Fuck, you are intoxicating to watch when you come, Cyn." I press one last kiss against the soft skin of her pussy before leaning up to see her struggling for air.

I lift her up, pulling her body to mine. She's a disastrous ruin of all the things my nightmares are made of. I'm wrecked for this girl. I've crossed the line of denying her any longer, I'll never be able to escape the ecstasy of the music she just made for me.

Love is no longer a line blurred. But as I watch my wife pull me in for a kiss, savoring the taste of her arousal blended with the tanginess of her blood, licking my lips before taking them between her teeth entirely, I know then that I think I might have always been subjected to the lies within.

My obsession was never going to be enough.

Retribution is never going to be enough.

Ihaveto have both.

Iwillhave both.

In life or in death.

40

the undoing

Rivian

October 24th

A few days have gone by and the kingdom sat in the throes of the eerily calm and quiet void, almost waiting for something to happen. Travois still sits in his prison hold while someone, anyone, proves his innocence. It won’t be long before they accept him as the suspect and convict him of treason and murder.

I know that in no time, the ground we walk on will divide in disaster, leaving the remnants of a broken kingdom to fend for themselves, less a king and queen, and I will have no qualms with watching the monsters within burn with their unnamed sins.

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