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“Can you feel something?” she asks, and I could laugh if I knew how—something to practice later. I snort instead; she can’t be seriously asking that. “Right,” she responds. “Tell me if um…well…” She struggles for words, and I look at her. She’s even more beautiful than every other time I’ve seen her. Obviously, her appearance hasn’t changed, but there’s something about her eyes concentrating on my cock as her hand is wrapped around it that makes her look even more divine.

“I don't have much experience with this. I understand the mechanics, but the finesse from practice… I don’t have that,” she admits, looking up at me and then blushing as I observe her closely. Her hand unintentionally tightens as she quickly looks away, and a shudder rolls over me.

“I see,” she says to my positive reaction and keeps a firmer grip as she goes. Pleasure rolls through me as her hand moves up and down. It's deep and endless, never diminishing or growing. It’s torture and pleasure. I feel as if, by now, I should have an erection. I’m concerned the surgery failed. I look down and am shocked that I am harder and bigger than before.

My gaze shoots up to Samantha. This was the goal, so why hasn’t she stopped stroking? Again and again, her hand goes up and down, picking up speed. A shudder of delight crawls up my spine. Sharp breaths come from my nose as my teeth grind together. One of my hands shoots out and grips her dress, holding tight as she keeps pumping her fist up and down my hardened cock.

“I’m going to keep going, if that’s okay.” Samantha’s voice is breathy and her face is flushed as I grip her dress and breathe heavily. “Let’s see if you can reach orgasm.”

Her hand shows no mercy, tight and fast as she travels over the bolts and sutures. I moan behind my lips as my thighs tense.I’ll die before I can orgasm. She’ll have to electrocute me to life again if this keeps going and yet, I never want it to end.

Her other hand moves, gently cradling my scrotum in her hand.

“They feel tight. I think you can do it.” It’s almost frightening the sensation her hands are pulling from me. I’m not sure if I’ll orgasm at all, or if the patchwork, pierced cock will just explode. That’s what it feels might happen.

My other hand shoots out, wrapping around her wrist to stop her from moving. My chest moves as I breathe deeply.

“It’s nothing to be scared of,” she says. Samantha doesn’t know everything I fear. With pleasure, my darkness also grows. It’s deep and developed—my well of wants. The things I want to do to her grow even more deprived with each stroke she gives my cock. She only wishes to test its ability, another experiment. Yet again, she isn’t seeing the deeper picture, just what's on the surface. She doesn’t understand what her hand is doing to my mind.

I shake my head. She needs to stop. Perhaps she needs to remove the organ entirely. I feel close to madness. One more stroke from her fist would certainly make me lose all control of my mind. Who knows what I might do to her then?

“Casper, it’s okay,” she says softly, my hard, thick cock still in her hand, even though I hold her wrist captive. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I blow out a breath.

What I want is her trembling as she begs me to let her go. I want her gasping my name in shock as I descend upon her. Yet, I also want her screaming with pleasure, her cunt so tightly wrapped around my abomination of a cock that I can’t even move inside her warm body—just groaning wordlessly as she writhes around me.

Her other hand comes up and brushes the sutures on my forehead.

“What are you thinking?” she asks.

Dark things, my love. Like how a part of me wants to punish you for what you did, killing me in a past life, putting together something so fiercely twisted. You’ve given me battles inside my mind, made me fight against my own body. You wanted to play god so badly, you created something that shouldn’t be, bloodied your hands to do it, and for that, I want to punish you.

But I also want to worship you.

My thoughts surface from their murky depths when I feel her lips on mine. I startle from the connection, shocked at her action. A moment later, all I want is more. I drop her wrist and hold her face, deepening our kiss. Her hand strokes me from base to tip, and I growl into her mouth.

I let the wave of lust pull me under until I’m drowning in it. Her hand moves faster and faster. I fear I’m holding her head too tight as I taste her mouth. I keep growling like a beast as the pleasure grows. I’ve never felt anything like this. I pull her closer until her body is pressed to mine, her hand working faster between my thighs, begging me to climax.

There’s a brief second when I’m aware it’s going to happen, and the concerns resurface… Then, they’re washed away in euphoria. All my precious thoughts of souls and abominations are silenced as bliss numbs my mind. I’m only vaguely aware of how I’ve turned vicious—my teeth plunge into her lips and my hand wraps around her neck, holding her tightly in place.

“Casper, softer,” she begs. I press my tongue into her mouth and swallow her words. She whimpers against my lips as we feel my release slicken her hand. My high is only heightened when she begins to tremble.

I’m trying so desperately to be as gentle as I can with her, but as the ecstasy tapers off, the darkness blooms again. I want her to quiver more, beg harder. I want her to suffer for her sins just alittle, to taste some of the madness she gave me. I want to make her morals twist and her ethics die as she feels me inside her.

Instead, I let her go, upset with myself for such thoughts. Without words, I don’t know how to communicate all this to her. To warn her, to apologize. To explain the conflict she has given to my existence. I brush her swollen lip and where I held her neck. She’s soft and fragile; I need to be more careful with my creator. I need to fight this darkness.

“I’m fine, Casper,” she says with a small laugh. I’m furious by her reaction. She doesn’t know the danger she’s in. She acts as if she wants it. It makes my battles even harder. I leave the table and turn away from her, pulling my clothes back on. There’s silence for a while.

“The storm is clearing,” she says, and I turn to the window in a panic, seeing calm water. “Tonight, I can finally go back,” she sighs.

The darkness swallows me whole.

Chapter Seven

Casper

Idon’t let her out of my sight the rest of the day. Night keeps crawling closer, and I can’t let her go. I don’t know how to anymore, how to keep living in this place—a gift and a curse all in one. That’s what this rock is—this lighthouse and laboratory turned home. My existence is even a cursed gift.

“I’m going to sleep,” Samantha announces. She has noticed me watching her since the examination earlier, but I can’t drag my eyes away. It feels detrimental to my being to watch her. Perhaps what comes next scares her—the conclusion of our recent surgery. Or maybe she can feel the darkness in me as I watch her, sense the way I wish to keep her here forever.

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