Page 45 of Eternal Sacrifice
“Blood now.” He covered my mouth with his palm, forcing my jaws open before slicing himself on my fangs. “Sex when it hits.”
Justice smeared his hand across my face, allowing my fangs to dig ditches into his flesh to allow the blood to trickle down my throat. It hit me instantly, taking control of my body as heat rushed me as if I was standing in a pit of Hellfire. My blood worked to cancel the toxicity of the blood, but Justice provided a never-ending supply.
It was as if I traveled outside my body, yet capable of feeling every inch of Justice’s cock as he slid it back inside me. His hand still covered the lower half of my face, no longer moving but muffling my incoherent moans. I saw my body reacting to his touch, curving and bending toward him. So desperate and hungry for just a mere touch.
He removed his hand from my mouth, leaving a smeared print of green and gold-tinted blood. He leaned down to lick the mess from my face, ingesting the poison to accompany me for the ride. I watched his hips snap as if invisibly spurred, setting into a disjointed rhythm that kept me guessing.
“There you are, Fox.”Justice’s voice seemed to sound next to me rather than above me, where his body physically was.
I turned away from the sight of Justice fucking my body to the sound of his voice.
Justice appeared as a shimmering glow, barely visible save for the outline of his features in an opaque white. I swung my vision back to his corporeal form, watching the way he pounded into me while able to feel the impact.
“This is bizarre,”I said, hearing my voice as if I had spoken aloud in this in-between space.
“This probably isn’t even happening, Fox. It’s more likely we passed out from the toxins, and all of this is a hallucination.”
“How are we hallucinating together?”
“I dunno, Fox.”I felt the lighthearted dismissal of his concern. It didn’t matter to Justice if this was tangible or not. All that mattered was what we discovered here.
I moved toward Justice’s spirit self, casting one more glance back at our physical bodies, which may or may not actually be fucking hard enough to make the light crystal chandelier above the bed shake. I would own him body and spirit.
Justice may have had a similar thought, or he was part of my crafted fantasy and knew exactly what I wanted from him. His spiritual form moved toward me. What felt like real lips caressed against mine in an exploratory way. Justice was hesitant, taking things slow in this new form. Everywhere our souls touched, it felt like the liquid fire of his blood.
At that moment, I only wanted the flames to consume me. I would happily allow myself to be devoured.
“Make sure you watch us, pet,”Justice said before I turned to face our bodies. It was the most bizarre but erotic thing I had ever encountered.
I could still feel every thrust of Justice’s physical cock, but then an eruption of liquid fire filled the space between my thighs as Justice pushed his soul cock into me from behind. The shock and sharp sensation pulled an orgasm through me. My soul form screamed into the room while my physical body tried to match my tone.
Both Justice’s continued their thrusts, undisturbed by our orgasms.
My orgasms?
I wasn’t sure what to think or how to think. Or even which of the words I needed to use to get the thought out in the way I intended.
My mind was officially scrambled.
I let go of any remnants of hesitancy and expectations and allowed myself to drift along with the sensations. Hard thrusts. Loving, sweet caresses brought back the feeling of liquid fire. I was burning up inside my skin and feeling the weightlessness of having no form. Justice’s cock slammed into me. Two of the same cocks, with matching disjointed thrusts.
It was too much. It was everything I never knew I needed.
I heard the sound of my voice screaming, and I couldn’t tell how many of me there were any more. I saw neither black nor white as I plummeted from my climax into a well of complete nothing. Neither space nor time existed, and I was both there and inside myself on the floor, gasping for air as Justice groaned.
His body pressed into my chest from above as his cock pulsed and twitched inside me. Small grunts puffed out with his labored breaths, and his hips rocked. “I would die happy if I died from fucking you. And I think I nearly did.”
I laughed weakly, the air in my lungs wanting to stay inside me for a few more minutes. Every bone in my body felt like it had been crushed under the wheels of a truck and then grown back with magic. The ache inside them felt foreign, like they weren’t my bones to ache.
“I’m not sure I would survive a second round of that,” I managed, eventually.
“Give it some time, Fox.”
Jasper
“Okay,letmetryit.” Mor was sitting on the floor, talking to Justice with that damn book in front of them.
I headed over, looming above Justice, waiting until he looked up at me. “I thought you were going to lock that thing up?”
