Page 62 of The House of Whispers

“Good.” He then sucked the blood straight from my breasts, flicking my nipple with his tongue. “Because I don’t plan on it.” As the words left his lips, Jakkal moved from me, leaving me begging for more. I could hear his footsteps moving behind me as he rotated my head, his hands weaving through my hair and along my face, one hand snaking its way down my body to my center, the knife still within his grasp as the other ran along my chin and into my gaping mouth. His glove roughly rubbed me, causing my body to jolt with pleasure as his thumb entered my mouth, the taste of his leather almost gagging me as he pushed his finger deeper, my saliva soaking his gloved hand.

My moans were muffled beneath his hand as he pulled his thumb from my mouth, the other moving to my thigh as he turned my head toward him. He was now leaning over the back of the chair, my head pushed against his chest as he spoke to me. “I want to try something new with you.” I breathed into him, his thumb stroking my lower lip as I began to sweat, the blindfold still tight around my eyes.

“What is it?” I whispered, already fully aroused by his touch.

“Do you feel this blade?” He asked, tapping the tip against my inner thigh. I nodded. “Well,” he began, slowly sliding the tip along my thigh, “You’re just going to have to trust me.” Fear and excitement burned across my skin. The blade moved closer to my inner thigh. “I suggest you remain perfectly still.”

Not a moment later, Jakkal flipped the knife and forced the hard hilt of the blade deep inside me. I almost screamed at the sudden thrust. The feeling was brutal yet arousing, causing my body to pulsate as he pushed further, moving faster. I tried to focus on not moving but struggled as the way he made me feel was overwhelming. The hilt of the knife hurt, but I enjoyed the pain, widening my legs in response, welcoming it. Jakkal continued, pushing the knife harder inside me. My chest rose as my back arched higher, my wrists and ankles pulling against the restraints that held me in place. He continued, setting me on the edge of euphoria, my body ready to explode, growing with each painful thrust. The feelings were overwhelming, consuming me. In response, I had moved too much, the end of the blade lightly slicing the side of my thighs as he thrust the knife deeper.

My body reacted, gasping as I tried to force myself to stop moving. “As I said before,” he teased, slowing his movements but not halting, “there is no pleasure without pain.” He slid the hilt back and forth increasing the force and speed at which he moved. I could feel my blood mixing with my wetness, soaking myself as I edged into climax. Loud moans filled my mouth as I tried to hold back. The hilt was quickly pulled from within, my legs trembling as it was replaced by his tongue. My entire body flinched, overstimulated as he wiggled inside me, pushing me fully over the edge as I screamed in ecstasy, my hands burning with magik as I came.

Jakkal slowly pulled from inside me, leaning into my ear, trying to calm me as I exhaled a soft cry. “Don’t fear, little ghost. This is only the beginning.” I smiled, excited for what was still coming, welcoming the painful mystery and euphoria of it all. I felt the binds along my wrists being cut as magik burned away the restraints along my ankles. The release of pressure. “Now,” he said from behind me, “stand up.” His voice was powerful and demanding. I did as I was told, the small cuts along my body stinging ever so lightly.

I could hear the chair scraping the floor as he dragged it away. Remaining still, I listened for his next command, anxiously waiting to continue our game.

Casper’s blood-soaked self was kneeling, her arms limp at her side as her head was aimed high. Her eyes were glowing vermilion as my magik snaked throughout her brain, forcing her to remember the truth about us and our most recent time together.

Rising from the bed, I stepped forward barefoot, leaving a trail of bloody footprints as I approached her side. She was beautiful. The blood that soaked her skin only enhanced her threatening beauty, increasing my deep desire for her. I wanted to worship the deadly woman she had become. The unnerving hunger to please her in every form boiled beneath my skin. Casper gasped softly, distracting me from the deep thoughts.

I reached my hand up, placing it gently atop her soaked head. The memory pulsated as it played behind her glowing eyes. What a glorious moment she was experiencing. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Allow me to rejoin you.” As the sound of my voice trailed into her skull, my magik pulled my subconsciousness into her mind as we began to re-experience the deep, sinful momenttogether.

My hand ran the sharp blade along my chest, delicately slicing my skin. Blood ran down my bare chest, dripping along my stomach and settling to where Casper and I connected. She gasped as it flowed to her center, arousing her more. We had moved throughout the room, tangled together before settling back on the bed. I was purposely taking my time, enjoying the pleasure I was giving her as she lay beneath me, no longer blindfolded. Seeing her body move and twist, arching as she experienced the pain and euphoria created between us, only hardened me more. It was a struggle to control myself as my sole focus was her.

Casper forced herself forward as her hands scaled my sides, her tongue licking the blood clean from my chest while I pushed deeper inside her body. The feel of her tongue slithering along my skin was glorious. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, her bloodied mouth gaping wide. My breathing matched hers as we stared at one another, deeply connected. The overpowering urge to remove my mask itched. I wanted her to see the real me. To look into my eyes as I claimed her again and again. But she wasn’t ready. Not yet.

My hands released her hair as her head slightly fell forward, surprised by my action. “Did I do something wrong?” Worry tainted her face as her shoulders caved into her chest.

My hand shoved her back against the bed, my magik pinning her arms as I gripped her throat, barely giving her the gift of enough air to breathe. “There is nothing you could do to displease me.” I forced myself deep inside her body, groaning as my muscles strained beneath my force, the veins in my arms bulging. “You are absolute perfection.” Casper moaned, her back arching high as I gently pulled away, fiercely re-entering her.

And you are mine.

My hand lifted away from Casper’s skull as the memory peeled from me. I had to steady my breathing along with the urge to claim her at the very moment. There was still so much left for her to experience. I stepped from Casper and returned to the blood-soaked bed.

“I’m curious as to how she’ll react when she realizes you were there as well.” My head tilted as I stared down, speaking to the slaughtered Whisp that lay sprawled across the foot of the bed. Her dead metallic eyes remained open, staring emptily into the world as she drifted from it. My hand rose, magik flowing freely towards her, moving her body toward the floor. “I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see.” The body of the deceased Whisp slammed hard into the floor, her wings shredded almost as equally as her body. “Though I must say,” I kicked the carcass around, admiring the gruesome scene, “Death does such marvelous work. She is a true artist.”

Every fiber in my being fought the boiling tension I experienced, forcing myself from tipping over into the ecstatic eruption that grew beneath the surface. I wanted to stay in this moment, experiencing everything as clear as day and never return to reality. The way Jakkal moved and made me feel, it was lascivious.

The magik that pinned me to the bed tightened as my hands burned equally, our magik mingling together creating a powerful mix. He watched me closely, noting every move and sound I made. The way he catered to my desiring hunger was unbearable. Our bodies were made for one another, perfectly matched.

As if sensing my excitement beginning to edge too close, Jakkal slowed himself, dropping from my body. He crawled over me, his lips gliding sweetly along my raised skin. My breasts rose as he moved over them, his hot breath teasing me. My craving for him was dark and animalistic.

“I have a gift for you,” he whispered into my ear. “Allow me to entertain you while I step away and retrieve it for you.” His hand moved, his magik swirling in the air. The burning power branched along my torso, quickly entering me, a pleasing burning sensation jolting through my veins as it moved along my center, and thrust inside me again and again. The magik pressure was enough to satisfy me, leaving me salivating for more without exploding.

Jakkal swiftly crawled from the bed and stepped into the dark room, disappearing for a moment as his magik remained. It burned along my flesh, prickling my nerves as it moved along my body, touching every sensitive part of me while pushing inside. Jakkal has unlocked an entirely new level of sexual desire I didn’t even know was possible.

Faint footsteps echoed in the dark shadows of the room alerting me to his return. The pleasing magik slowly faded away, releasing my hands as he partially stepped near the bed. There were other sounds that surrounded him, as he returned. Confused, I lowered my arms and sat up, my knees bent as I wrapped my sore arms around them.What could he have with him that was creating such noise?

“For you,” he spoke, tossing his gift onto the floor next to the bed. She grunted, her mouth gagged and limbs bound. Her wings were crippled, buzzing as they failed to lift her from the floor. Her metallic eyes stared up at me, her face soaked with tears as she glared up at me as I perched on the edge of the bed after I crawled closer to get a better look. “What do you think?” Jakkal asked, stepping closer, his arm extended as his magik lifted the woman from the floor, dangling her in front of me. She wasn’t a Whisp I knew, but she resembled someone I did.

My head tilted as I looked her up and down, her body wriggling against his magik as she quietly pleaded through the gag. A small grin grew along my face, Jakkal’s dried blood cracking as my face darkened with desire. “She’s perfect.”

Jakkal snapped his fingers, throwing the woman’s body onto the bed next to me. He strode to my side, offering me the knife we had used throughout our many fantasies. As my fingers curled along the hilt, remembering how it felt inside me, Jakkal gripped the back of my neck and leaned close causing me to gasp. “I want to watch as you carve away at her life and bathe in her blood.”

A sinister laugh escaped me as I forced my head toward him, the tip of his mask piercing my nose. “You might want to take a seat,” my eyebrow raised as I turned to look down at the fearful woman, “I plan on savoring every moment.”

Jakkal stroked my hair and stepped back to pull the chair from earlier to the side of the bed and took a seat, eager to watch.

Show me how you like it. His voice whispered in my mind, shooting a shiver along my spine.

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