She shrieks, but not as loud as my girl, my little monster. My demon. Duke has his, and now, I have mine. Pride swells inme, and I brush Mabel’s hair off her back and grip her shoulder, nice and light, so I’m not bruising her. I push in slower, letting her have some pleasure too, letting her feel how full I make her without pounding into her depths, where I know it hurts, or going quick and shallow to get the most friction.
She whimpers, fresh tears sliding from the corners of her eyes.
I smile and do it again, in and out, in a slow, measured pace, fucking her on the corpse of the last lover she’ll ever have who doesn’t carry our name.
“Does that feel good, little monster?” I ask.
“No,” she whispers. “I hate it, and I hate you, and I will always, always hate you.”
“Good,” I say, giving a vicious thrust to the hilt, making her core clench and her body try to curl in on itself. “That’s what makes us both cum.”
“I will never,” she seethes.
“You sure about that?” I ask, sliding out nice and slow, knowing it will drive her mad that she loves it, that along with the blood on my cock from taking her dry, her arousal is now glistening. She always did worry about being crazy. I love to prove her right.
Mrs. Darling wails again, and Duke slaps the back of her head. “Keep it quiet, or you’ll be joining that asshole when we bury him in the woods out back.”
“Your cunt is drenched,” I taunt Mabel. “You’re making a mess all over my cock, little monster.”
Her body shakes with a sob, but I know she’ll cum for me if I want her to. We trained her just like we did Gloria in high school and Jane since then, just like you can train a dog. No matter how many women I’ve fucked since her, I never forgot the exact rhythm, the pressure, the pain that she requires. In a way, I guess she trained me too.
The thought pleases me instead of angering me. I’ve won what I want, after all. This time, it’s not a competition. I like that she’s left her mark on me the way I have on her.
“Wanna switch?” Duke asks, cackling as he pumps frantically into his hole without any of the methodical control I’m using to steer Mabel’s reaction.
“No,” I say. “I’m finishing Mabel off this time.”
I don’t usually like her to cum, to get all loose and sloppy on my dick. I always let Duke have the pleasure of her climax. It never mattered to me. But this is personal, just like the man under us. This isn’t about pleasure. It’s about power.
“Whatever,” Duke says, slapping Mrs. Darling’s ass, watching it jiggle as he rams into her hard enough to move the couch. “Like I said, she’s tighter anyway.”
“All pussy is tight if you fuck it dry,” I say, reaching around Mabel to massage her clit while I pump into her wet pussy from the back. “Isn’t that right, little monster? Are you going to admit how much you love us, or let your pussy speak for itself?”
She scrunches up her face, and I shove it deeper into the blood, gripping her hip with the other hand and giving her a few punishing thrusts to bring her back.
“Fuck, I want to cum in her,” Duke says, pulling out of Mrs. Darling. His cock stands straight and stiff, slick and hot from being inside her. He stumbles to us, his jeans around his ankles, and falls to his knees in front of Mabel. He shuffles forward, one knee on either side of the twisted corpse, and lifts Mabel’s face.
Before she can react, he shoves into her mouth. With a groan, he drops his head back, holding her hair in one hand and pumping his thick cock into her mouth. She gags, the sound mixing with Mrs. Darling’s sniffles. I drive into her hard anddeep, impaling her mouth further onto Duke with each thrust. Her cunt clenches around me each time she chokes.
“You’re ours,” I growl, reaching down and swiping my thumb in a pool of blood next to my knee. I push it into her ass, my cock jerking when I feel the tight ring of muscle clench at the same time as her walls. A sob wracks her body at the reminder of how much I like fucking her there. Her fear that I’ll do it now, and the knowledge that I could, that I could make her scream in terror and pain as I impaled her, makes a wave of power swell inside me. It lifts me until I tower over her like a god looking down on her, listening to her sob and beg for a mercy only I can deliver.
I drive two fingers in deep, close my eyes and let myself go inside her, relief spreading through my limbs as it pours out with my cum, flooding into her core.
Her body still trembles before me, even if her mind doesn’t yet.
It will, though. She’s too proud to admit it after a defeat like tonight, but she loves me like she loves herself, because we are the same, even though she doesn’t want to admit it. And Duke… Who could help but love him?
“Suck his cum down your throat and swallow it like your cunt swallowed mine,” I croon, stroking her neck. I wrap my fingers around it, rubbing so she’s forced to swallow reflexively. Duke moans and goes still, holding the base of his shaft with one hand and her hair with the other, his eyes screwed closed, his mouth gaping with bliss. I keep massaging Mabel’s throat until he’s done, then drag her off him and roll her over on the floor.
She’s bloodier than I expected, her entire face, neck, and chest bathed in it. I lay my palm in the puddle around us, then run my hand up her thigh, pushing a dripping finger inside her to feel my hot cum filling her.
“Time to get you home and cleaned up,” I say, smearing my thumb through her folds, over her clit, leaving her cunt a bloody gash. My cock twitches, threatening to stiffen again already.
But we don’t have time for more games right now. I put myself away and stand, noting the soaked knees of my pants. The man’s body lies like a bloated white maggot in a spreading pool of crimson.
“We’ll take Mabel,” I say. “She shouldn’t be here, in case the feds really are watching. It would be better to lead them to our place and have them watch us there. There’s far too much DNA here to risk police involvement.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Mabel says, sitting up and scooting back on the carpet, as if she can’t stand to be this close to us.