Page 36 of Bloody Valentine

Looking up, I saw Vivian hanging on to a branch high in the tree. Of course. She was smart. Never before had my prey outwitted me. No one had dared to hide above.

I beamed at her, truly amazed at her brilliance. Then, a large rock came hurtling down toward my head with pinecones. She fell, and I was smashed in the face. The mask only took half of the impact. Her body fell on top of mine, and I growled, gripping her curvy hips in my hands and rolling to flip her over.

She screamed and batted at my arms.

I hummed, feeling blinded by the blood running down into my eye. Pinecones were still falling around us, and an idea popped into my mind.

“Oh, Little Virgin. Wasn’t your request to fuck oneself with this?”

Vivian’s face paled as I held her wrists down with one hand and grabbed one of the spiky seeds with the other.

“If memory serves, I do recall you wanting me to shove one of these up my ass, yes?”

My Little Virgin whimpered, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Tell me how euphoric your little fantasy is now. I must admit this is a rather odd form of punishment but effective nonetheless.”

“No! Get the fuck off me, Maddox! I will gut you.” The irony of her words was not lost on me.

I let go of her wrists to grip her hair in my hand, leaning her over the elongated tree spawn.

“Open wide, Little Virgin, and get this nice and wet for your sake.”

She fought to no avail until finally, she opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out while her tears and saliva dripped down to coat the object.

“Good girl. Get ready.”

Her body was trembling, and I enjoyed watching her shake. She had escaped my grasp for the last time, and this would serve as her punishment for her defiance.

I locked her legs down to the ground, turning my body to sit on her chest. She breathed heavily and battered my back. It did not phase me. The abuse I could withstand was far more than her small, useless hands could ever inflict.

I spread her legs apart and pushed up my mask to spit on her cunt, shoving the earth-made toy deep into her pussy.

She stilled, her body going completely rigid.

I could still see the blood dried on her thighs, and I leaned forward to lick it off. Her little pussy was so close to my face. I moaned, my breath teasing her small clit, and making her whimper underneath me.

Her wetness increased, and I was able to thrust the pinecone deeper inside her. The sound of the suction breaking over and over was music to my ears.

In spite of her outcry and rage, she was already close. Her body remained open, conformed to fit my cock like a glove. This was nothing for her. I should have found a bigger one, made her work for her orgasm, and felt the pain of her dismissal.

When I felt her get close, I leaned down lower, latching her clit in my teeth and biting down enough to hear her scream.The pinecone was pushed out of her body with the force of her orgasm, and I drank every drop I could, not daring to let any go to waste.

Vivian screamed with more force, the sound of an angry war cry. I turned to look at her, trying to adjust my body off her midsection, but she had an object of her own in her hands. Another fucking rock.

With the treat of her cunt, I was too enraptured in her taste to use logical sense. Instead, I watched the rock as its appearance grew bigger until it connected with my head.

Chapter twelve

Iwas shaking so badly. Maddox had just chased me into the woods and searched for me for hours. I couldn’t comprehend that I had to climb the tree to get away from him. He had already violated me by stealing my virginity, but that wasn’t enough.

In his own sense of fucked up metered justice, he fucked me with a pinecone! And worse than that…I still orgasmed again for him like the pathetic slut I was. It had to have been him that night.

His shadow was hunting those women. I knew it in my heart. And now I was the one being hunted. The mask on his face was terrifying. It was some kind of skull of a dead goat.

I looked at his form on the ground. His head was bleeding from the rock, and that soaked pinecone was still in his grip. I growled, wanting to rip it out of his hand and shove it up his ass, but I didn’t know how long he would be out.

I reached down, tracing that ethereal mask on his face. He moaned, and I gulped, taking off at a sprint back toward the university.

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