Page 37 of The House of Whispers

Jakkal pushed me back onto the bed. I could feel his magik slowly wrapping around my legs and arms. It moved across me, pulling me tightly, forcing my arms and legs apart. I was bound by his power, which only excited me more. My breathing had become almost uncontrollable as I felt him crawl over me. He kissed my mouth, causing my power to grow. I could feel my hands burning with magik as we exchanged passionate kisses, breathing in each other’s essence. His fingers suddenly entered me, causing me to jolt, a loud gasp filling our mouths. He didn’t hold back, immediately thrusting deep inside with a fast pace—the rough leather of his glove creating a small amount of pain. His mouth moved from mine, traveling south as he licked the blood from my chest, inhaling the smell. His tongue circled my nipples, tasting them as he continued to lick the blood from my skin and traced the details of my breasts. I could feel my magik burning from my clenched fists as my back arched high.

Jakkal turned my body over, his magik gripping my wrists and ankles tight as my naked body clung to the velvet bedding. I could hear him unbuttoning his pants, my core soaking at the anticipation of what was coming.

Jakkal returned, his hands squeezing my thighs. “Get on your knees.” His voice was filled with hunger and power. It only excited me more.

I struggled, his magik firmly restraining me as I moved my legs and positioned myself on my knees. My lower back raised high as my back sloped down, my arms crossed before my head, pulled tight by his magik. I flipped my hair, twisting my head in his direction, though I was blind. “Like that?” I whispered.

Jakkal grabbed my hips. There was no warning as he shoved himself deep inside me. A faint scream escaped from my lungs as immense pleasure and pain engulfed me. He pulled back slowly, the tip of him lingering inside. “Don’t you dare try to silence your voice.” He teased me lightly, the tip of him slowly re-entering me, repeating those movements. I couldn’t contain my moans. “I’m going to fill the room with the sound of your pleasure.” Jakkal thrust hard inside, squeezing my skin tight. I screamed loudly, my head reaching high as he continued, quickening with each motion.

Magik seeped from my hands as he continued pounding hard into me. I could feel myself enjoying every second, the pleasure within me growing. Feeling Jakkal inside me, sliding back and forth, it was an experience unlike any other. The mystery and power behind him as he moved, the darkness that he exuded. It was exhilarating and beyond comparison.

My body felt as though it was on fire, tightening with each movement. My heart raced with such excitement, feeling as though it might burst. Everything I felt in this moment with Jakkal was divine. “Stop,” I begged, knowing I couldn’t take much more. “Stop.”

Jakkal slowed, remaining inside as he leaned over me. “Do you really want me to stop?” He wrapped a hand around my throat reaching to my mouth, pulling it wide open. “Say it.” His other hand reached around, rubbing my center as he slowly pushed deeper. “Say you want me to stop.” My heart felt like it would explode. My breathing escaped me as I couldn’t find my voice. I felt a wave of burning excitement boiling inside, growing as he continued slowly pulling out and pushing back inside with such force. His hand moved as his thumb entered my mouth, the taste of his bitter, weathered glove caused me to salivate. I wrapped my lips around his thumb, sucking hard as he moaned with me. “That’s what I thought.”

His words sent me over the edge, overwhelming me in ecstasy. I screamed as my body began to tremble. My back arched, curving as he leaned into me. He moved his hand from my mouth to squeeze my throat, allowing me enough room to breathe and sending electricity through my veins. He pushed harder as I soaked him while screaming out in joy.

In the midst of my enjoyment, Jakkal moved us, rolling me to my side as he draped my leg over his, entering me from behind. His hand returned, swirling around my center as his other remained tight around my neck. My hands crossed above my head as he leaned his face into the nape of neck. “Release your pain. Let the darkness wash over you.” Something cold dripped onto my face, then my chest. It continued, my skin prickling as the cool liquid ran along my flesh. It felt as though it had begun to rain.

“What madness is this?” I asked in between moans as I became drenched. Jakkal bit my neck, causing me to jolt as he pushed hard inside me.

“This, little ghost,” he began, pulling back before shoving harder inside me with more aggression behind his movements, which sent me further over the edge. I completely soaked him as I screamed out, experiencing a whole new kind of pleasure. “Is the blood that we will drown the world in,” he turned my head toward his, holding my mouth open, “together.”

His mouth pushed against mine as we continued moving as one, experiencing a pleasure unknown to any before. Our bodies slid around as I moved, forcing myself atop him. He forced my legs apart, my knees on either side of him as my hands remained crossed in front of me, bound by his magik. I lowered myself onto him, moving up and down, moaning as blood continued raining on us. Jakkal ran his hand up my thighs and slid around my breasts as I continued my movements, enjoying every touch he made.

“Free yourself, Casper.” His voice was dark and sensual as he snapped his fingers, releasing the hold on my hands. I grabbed his hand, holding it on my breasts as my other braced behind my body as I moved. “Release your true self.” All I wanted was to exist with him in this moment.

Blood drenched my hair and face as I raised my head, my mouth wide open, moaning as I took in every second. The drops rolled down my body, my senses drowning in the increasingly euphoric moment we shared. Time slowed as I continued moving in what felt like slow motion. We moved together as one, time fading out of existence as we showered in the blood, hands gliding along one another, moans filling the air. If this was madness, then I wished never to be sane again.

“Take me from this world, Jakkal.” Time remained slow as my voice drifted through my moans. “Help me escape.” Everything immediately returned to normal speed, blood stinging my skin as it rained harder. Jakkal twirled us around, landing me on my back in a pool of blood as he leaned over me. He raised my left leg over his shoulder, forcing himself further inside me as my body slammed into the headboard of the bed. I reached for his hands, our fingers intertwining as he pushed them against the blood soaked sheets of the bed. Together, we released moans, mirroring our voices as they danced together. Our hands burned, our magik mixing as we both came.

“I will do everything in my power to free you.”

Blood gathered in my mouth causing me to gag. I had to lift my head to avoid choking. As my head rose, the blindfold fell from my face. Lightning flashed causing my eyes to squint as blood continued to rain heavily on us. As the darkness settled, I peered through the purple lit room and saw his face. His mask had returned, but his top hat remained missing, revealing his copper-colored hair. He was looking down, breathing heavily. Light flashed once more as his head rose, his gaze meeting mine. As the darkness settled, I caught sight of his eyes glowing heavily behind the mask. One orange, one blue.

Fear replaced pleasure as I jolted, pulling myself from him. The piercing ringing returned to my ears as my head spun. My knees tucked into my chest as I clawed at my head and shut my eyes. The world sped up, lights flashing in my mind as everything intensified.

Casper. Jakkal’s voice played in my head along with the memories of everything that had occurred. The effect of his powder was wearing off as they began to slowly peel from my memory.

No, no!I slammed my fists into my skull, fighting to hold onto the threads of my memory and it quickly unraveled. I felt my body drifting into darkness as my brain emptied itself. Silence swallowed me whole as I drifted into sleep, grasping to remain conscious.

Prepare yourself, Casper.Jakkal’s voice remained imprinted in my brain.Darkness is coming for The House of Whispers.

“Get off me!” I yelled through my clenched teeth, scrubbing my arms with the bubbly bath water. My hands, arms, face, and torso were stained in a crackling layer of old blood. I strained, grasping at my memories, trying to remember anything from last night. Flashes of Chesmu and Jakkal mixed together but nothing made sense, and the more I tried to focus on the pieces, the more they faded away. All I truly remember was Jakkal blowing the orange powder into my face. The rest felt like a puzzle, but I was missing all the pieces. My nails ached as I continued furiously scrubbing them raw, erasing any trace of the mysterious blood. I knew it wasn’t mine, but I was frightened of who it did belong to.

I continued cleaning the blood from my skin until it ached. I felt like the blood soaked into my pores and became a part of me. All I wanted to do was peel the skin from my bones and rid myself of any trace. My body ached for unknown reasons, puzzling me further as I climbed from the tub and grabbed a towel. I dried my skin and hair and quickly began to dress myself.

What happened last night?

These pains and troubling questions had become standard after the nights Jakkal had drugged me. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know what had occurred. It scared me.

Today was especially cold, as autumn continued bringing with it a winter breeze. The world had shifted, soaking in deep warm tones as leaves began to fall and nights froze over. I dressed myself in my usual leather pants but opted for a thicker blouse. This one was black, knitted, and raised high up my neck. I cinched a small, faded, brown leather corset around my waist and slid my knife into its usual sheath that looped around my thigh. I heard a knock at my door as I pulled my weathered gloves along my hands hiding my stained fingernails. I opened the door and was instantly smacked with his sweet and musky scent.

“Sleep well?” Chesmu winked. Even in the cold air, he remained shirtless. His hair was partially tied up and tucked behind his ears with a few wild strands dangling in front of his face. His smile warmed me as he leaned across the doorframe, arms crossed.

Flashes of us tangled together swooped across my memory. Sounds of our moans were faint in the distance as I tried to hold onto those thoughts.Had we been together last night?I remembered kissing him at the foot of the stairs but not much after that.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He chuckled, shifting his weight. “Can’t say I blame you. I too struggled to sleep.” He examined his nails. “Hard to sleep when all I could think about was the taste of you that lingered on my lips.” He tilted his head and grinned.

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