Page 56 of Tyrant

I realize then that I’m already getting used to Tyrant’sbrandof attention. The way he touches me. The way he grabs me. The way hehurtsme.

“Going to sting for a second,claimed one,” Tyrant says.

Before I can attempt to think or brace myself I feel a warm tearing pain at my left inner thigh. I let out a scream because I can’t help it.

I gasp for a breath, realizing I’ve just been cut. That’s the pain. Tyrant just cut my inner thigh. I then feel his hand press against the fresh wound.

The man in the gold mask releases his hold on me and I can finally look at Tyrant again. He’s not wearing his mask.

The shock of that makes me gasp again. Tyrant’s evil, devil-like painted face staring at me.

He holds up a knife. There’s blood on it. My blood. I watch as he brings the knife to his mouth and flicks his tongue against it.

Why the fuck is this so hot?

I’m melting. Shivering, aching,melting.

Tyrant reaches back and someone takes the knife from him.

I’m on my ass with my legs spread, my dress hiked up. I’m visible to everyone. I’m not sure if they’re looking or not, but if they are, they can see my panties. My wet panties. And not that I can help it, but myscentis everywhere too.

Tyrant presses against the cut on my leg and then removes his hand. He rubs his fingers against his palm, smearing my blood everywhere.

My inner thigh pulses. I feel blood escaping. I try not to think about it because blood makes me want to pass out.

Tyrant takes his hand and rubs his palm against his mouth. His lips, chin, and even the tip of his nose has some blood on it. He looks even more menacing and scary.

He touches the cut again, squeezing a little. More blood on his hand. He reaches for me.

Oh… fuck…

I feel dizzy all of a sudden. It doesn’t matter. Tyrant has this damn power over me. I don’t know how to explain it because it’s something I've never felt before.

The palm of his hand touches my mouth. Offering me my own blood. I don’t know what to do so I just remain still.

His hand runs down my chin to my throat and then the back of my neck. He pulls me in and our bloody lips touch. His mouth opens, tongue licking my blood and then thrusting into my mouth.

I match the intensity of his kiss. His left hand touches between my legs, pressing against my panties. I cry out into his mouth, I can’t help it.

His fingers are eager and peel my panties away from my soaked pussy. Two fingers enter me and I cry out again. Deep and twisting, commanding my pleasure and orgasm. Forcefuland angry. Demanding and greedy. All the while my arms are still being held by two others.

My hips buck and I groan. I don’t give a fuck who’s watching. Let them watch. Let them enjoy the sights and sounds. My body wants this. Craves this. Needs this.

Tyrant and I kiss harder. I taste the warm of his mouth and the iron flavor of the blood from my inner thigh. I’m absolutely terrified yet here I am in the midst of this barbaric, eroticthing.

Tyrant pulls his mouth from mine and growls at me.

“Now,claimed one. Now!”

His voice booms like thunder. I scream and trust my hips. His fingers plow deeper into my pussy. His thumb plants itself firmly against my clit. And I’m done.

My head falls back and I moan. A hand touches my forehead and I see the gold mask man appear once again.

“Claimed,” he announces.

With that said, those holding my arms lets go. Tyrant rips his fingers from my pussy. I all but collapse down to the floor, where Tyrant scoops me up into his arms.

He stands up, cradling me. I put my arms around his neck and look up at him. My body aches and pulses. I think I’m orgasming. Or maybe I’m not.

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