Page 152 of Rage

She swiftly removes herself, trailing down the lighthouse hallway to the house instead of sleeping on the cot in here like she used to. I stand to go with her; I don’t want her out of my sight.

“No,” she says softly. “I just…need to be alone for a little while. There’s a lot on my mind.” She starts to walk away and then stops, turning back towards me.

“Casper, have you ever been over here?” I don’t respond as she points down the hall. “Right, you must have. Your tongue… So you’ve seen the parts and the books.” Her eyes dart up thelighthouse tower. “You haven’t been… Never mind.” She shakes her head.

I watch her retreating form as she walks down the long hall. The dying light of day makes the hallway dark.

My eyes drift up the tower once she’s gone. I have never climbed those steps. They take me closer to the cruel sky. However, that was before I realized she might be hiding things up there she doesn’t want me to see. What is she hiding?

I walk up the twisting staircase, leaning over the banister to look at the floor below. There’s a ceiling in my way. My hands follow the seam until I find a locked latch. I grip the metal in my hands and squeeze until it breaks, falling all the way down the tower until it crashes to the floor in an echoing thud. I wait, but Samantha never comes. I open the ceiling door; it’s a large entrance, and I lift myself up into the tower's room.

The entire space is glass and shows me the water, fog, and rocks that surround us. My eyes drift around the room, and I see long tubes. When I lift one up and hold it in my hands, I’m at a loss for what it is. Although I remember some things from my past lives, most things are lost forever. I remember dying and small details. Slowly, language and knowledge have come back to me, but this isn’t something I find familiar.

I look through the end and understand. It’s a seeing glass. I hold it up and only see the gray of the bay. I twist around, staring into the fog until I stop, seeing something darker. There are rocks out there. I explore the area until, eventually, I see things moving—people. I swivel it around and see the tops of buildings poking up from the fog.

I spend much longer than I intend up here, coming to realize that just past my reach is an entire world. It’s not my world, though—Samantha is. If she wishes to keep me for herself, I will accept that, but I wish she wouldn’t hide things from me. She lies by omission and treats me like a prisoner instead of what I am.

Maybe the problem is, she doesn’t know what I am. I will show her now.

I walk back down the tower and through the long hall. The sky is growing darker by the second until I’m moving through darkness, searching out the room she’s lying in.

I am her creation, that is all. I live for her and her alone. I will show her what this means for me.

I’m concerned about making this work—with her lying soft and quiet in the bed, I can’t help but wonder if we can even fit together. She’s a normal woman, but I’m not a normal man. She made me so large—a giant. But when I explored her a couple days ago, I tested her with my fingers, seeing if her body could yield to mine. I believe it can. While she writhed on my fingers and I finally tasted Samantha, her walls were soft and pliant, hugging me tight yet willing to make room for me all the same.

She sleeps so quietly now. I walk closer, creeping like a cat upon its prey. That makes her the mouse I wish to crush in my hand. After I remove my clothes, I don’t try to sneak into her bed. I’m much too large for that. When I descend upon her, she wakes with a gasp.

“Casper!” she cries out in shock, her eyes widening. “What are you doing? Let me get a light.” She tries to reach for the table next to us, but I don’t move out of her way. She sighs. “Casper, let me—” My mouth finds hers. How I love to kiss her. If I can enjoy my tongue so much, I can only imagine how much more I’ll enjoy my cock. I’ll find out soon; with her trapped beneath me, there’s no more escaping this.

My tongue dives into her mouth—tasting her, exploring her, loving her. My mouth travels to her neck. She’s breathing heavily, her hands in my hair, fingertips teasing the sutures on my head where she cracked me open and put in a new, fresh brain, the absolute freshest she could.

“Casper,” she pants as I mouth the swell of her breasts. I rip her dress—the cloth tears, and I see her naked chest. The moon is out and the window is right beside us. It’s full and round, showing me her dark nipples. I pull them into my mouth one at a time, feeling their texture across my tongue. She writhes and whines beneath me.

“Oh God,” she whispers. She’s warm and soft. I decide to taste between her legs again, crawling between them. I’m forced half on the floor, my knees on the wooden planks. I’m too big to fit on the bed as I wrap my arms around her thighs and bury my face between them. My tongue presses into her cunt, dipping past her folds to her wet center. I press my fingers in next. She groans, her hands fisting my hair as her ankles press into my back.

My tongue fucks her and my chin grows wet. My fingers press and spread, and she gasps and bucks against my nose. I lick until she’s as wet and slick as the rocks on the shore. I wish to slide across her, plummet into her depths. I crawl up her body as she trembles beneath me.

I grab her face and kiss her. Her fingers grip my naked arms.

“Casper, I don’t know…” she says as I let her go and pull her lower beneath me. My cock sits heavy against her body. I test her slickness, moving back and forth across her mound and lips.

“Oh, Casper,” Samantha sighs, wrapping her arms around me as much as she can. Her legs spread even wider and her hips rock to meet me. When I slide across her slick, wet entrance, I find delirium waiting for me. It’s a more divine sensation than anything I’ve ever felt, and there’s nothing that could stop me from finding my way inside her. The sea could swell and drown us, and I would not stop. The people from the other shore could come to our island with weapons and rage, and I would not stop.

When my cock presses to her entrance, she gasps, and the sound sends jolts of electricity down my spine. I rock againsther, my tip shallowly thrusting into her. She’s slick from my tongue.

Samantha’s heels press into my ass, pulling me closer and closer until, finally, I’m inside her. I’m only partially in, but I’m trembling as much as her. We’re connected, and I don’t know how I ever thought I was living before this moment.

I rock into her. She’s too tight, despite how long I fucked her with my tongue and hand. There is no stopping now, though. I press her body down into the bed so she stops shifting higher. Then, I watch as her cunt swallows the bolts on my cock. I groan while she gasps my name.

“Don’t stop, please,” she whines. I could never, not even if the world ended. Not even if either one of us died. Not with my Samantha telling me not to stop. I hold her down and make her take me, make her body yield despite its fight against my size. She’s stretched to her limit as I pull back out and slowly press in again and again, watching the wavey scar down the center of my cock grind against her entrance, feeling the bars rub as they squeeze into her tight cunt.

“Casper,” she whines. She’s both in pain and consumed by pleasure, I can tell from her voice. So I get this part over with, sitting up and gripping her hips. I drag her down my cock until her body has swallowed me whole. I hold her there, grinding my teeth and shaking as she does just the thing I’ve imagined so often—she writhes while stretched around me.

“Move, Casper, please.” I hold her hips to mine tightly, staring down at her flush, soft body. Her naked breasts are round and plump. After my eyes have their fill, I slowly pull her off me before pulling her down once again. I like seeing her dragged across the blankets, her hair undone across the pillows and sheets. I like to watch as I make her body meet mine until I can see the press of my cock bulging low in her belly.

I grip both her hips and pull her down on my cock again and again. Her body rocks, her breasts swaying. Sweat blooms on her forehead, and she pants as her hands twist with the bedding. I grip her skirt and pull her body into mine faster and faster.

She only grows tighter and tighter, and I lose all decorum, pulling her off my cock and dropping her onto the bed before I descend upon her once again, peeling her legs apart and thrusting hard into her body. She cries out beneath me, her arms wrapping around me, holding me close as I fuck her body. She claws at my waist and back, trying to stay in one place instead of being pushed to the top of the bed.

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