Page 89 of Devious Delusions

That’s all she’s fucking capable of when she’s rocking her hips back, fucking searching for more.

Pulling her up by her hair to sit on her knees, I hold the knife at her throat and bite into her neck. There’s blood on one side of her face, like a mask, and she digs her nails into my forearm.

“I know you love this,” I groan as I thrust up, so I’m fully seated in her ass.

The lying fuck shakes her head, spreading her tears everywhere.

Even with the gloves I can feel how soaked she is as I thrust up and push my other hand without the knife between her legs. Fear has always had that effect on her, it’s no different now as she refuses to accept her devious desires and falsely assigns them as a delusion.

“It’s a dream,” she mutters while choking back her moan.

I nod, pausing my thrusts in her ass to push three fingers into her poisonous cunt and I don’t disguise my voice now that her fear has fully taken over.

“Okay, it’s a dream. Count your fucking sheep while I clean your dirty cunt.”

I scissor my fingers inside of her and she clenches her thighs. Pushing them back, I groan at the feeling of my dick inside her. It pains me to remove my fingers from her tight cunt, but I do it and shove them in her mouth. She wraps her lips around the digits and proves she’s nothing but a liar as she sucks.

“Such a whore.” I bite into her shoulder. “My filthy little whore.”

I pull my fingers free and slap the back of my fingers off her nipples. She gasps and groans while I continue biting into any skin I can reach. My marks are going to be on her for a lifetime and I mimic her earlier begging.

“Tell me you love me.”

She shakes her head and continues her bullshit.

“You’re not real.”

I need to fuck her hard, which the current position doesn’t allow for. So I remove the knife pressed against her neck and push her face into the blood pooling against the sheets. Propping my foot on the bed, I wrap her hair around my fist and empty the last quarter of lube over her ass. Blood and my handprint are the only colors on her skin, but she’s going to be as filthy outside as she is inside by the time we’re done.

I fuck her with abandon as her body attempts to slide forward with each thrust. The top of her head is cushioned by the dead cunt, and she sobs as she’s forced to look at Faceless. My arm cocks back and my palm stings from the force of the impact on her ass.

“Who the fuck do you belong to?”

She whimpers at my question. I give her more of my weight until I’m nearly folded over her, and I rest my lips on the side of her head as I fuck her.

Those eyes that captivated me from the first moment I saw them land on me, and she begs, “You’re not real.”

“Koukla mou,” I coo, “I am the only thing that’s real.”

She shakes her head, or tries to, and begs again. “Please, it’s not real, please.”

Her tears are beautiful and I’m not a lying cunt like her, so I don’t say anything as I kiss her cheek and taste her pain. My muscles tighten as she rocks her hips back and I straighten to hold her. My hips slam against her ass, leaving red patches in their wake. Each thrust gets progressively harder, and I become too honest.

“I’ve always loved fucking your ass.”

She moans and doesn’t look away from me so I reward her uncharacteristic loyalty and push my hand under her hips to circle her clit. It doesn’t take long to build her up with all that intoxicating fear running through her veins and I pull out to the tip before snapping my hips forward and watching her ass bounce.

As soon as she’s close to the edge, I remove my fingers from her clit and thread them through her hair at the back of her head. She moans at the bite of pain and screams out in pleasure as I slap her ass again.

I push her forward until her nose is pressed to the dead cunt’s opening on his abdomen. It dulls her screams as I push her head inside the empty cavity I created and fuck her harder. Her ass bounces and she rocks back against me as her screams echo through the dead, the body wobbling and blood staining her hair. The tips are the usual light gold, but the crimson runs down to form a pink fade.

Every chemical in the universe floods through my veins as she rocks forward and I pull her out of the cavity in time to see her red-coated face as I come deep in her ass.

New worlds form in front of my eyes and I fall over her without a single atom’s worth of energy. The blood sticks our skin together and I kiss the back of her head as she screams. Her fingers touch my balls, and I was too fucking lost in the sensation of Delilah to even notice her hand between her legs.

She shudders as she climaxes, her muscles tightening around me, pulling every last drop of cum out of me as I wrap my forearm around her neck and keep kissing the back of her head. Her lashes flutter as I slowly increase the pressure against her windpipe and her weak fingers press into my thighs as she croaks, “Can’t. Breathe.”

I smile into her hair and whisper, “Good.”

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