Page 16 of Iblis' Affliction
“Ur-ghur!” Talha heaved again, suffocating under the sticky weight of his assaulter, but Slater only grinned in reply.
The medical afterglow muffled Talha’s thoughts and fuzzed the blood-curdling rage tightening his chest, but all his being itched to hit Slater’s smug face.
How dare he? Who does he think he is to defile me like this?
“Yes, look at me…” Slater exhaled; his face distorted with painful pleasure before he pulled out from Talha’s body with a wet, dirty sound. Shoving Talha’s legs aside, Slater shuffled up the rough ground on his knees, until his hips leveled with Talha’s face. Hand fisting in his prisoner’s hair, Slater yanked his head up.
Disrespected, drugged, raped; a supernova of boiling agony combusting in Talha’s chest. His wounded pride shredded his soul, demanding revenge. Eyes fixed on his rapist, Talha watched Slater’s palm clasp his leaking cock and give it a few strokes. Slater’s face contorted, unshaved chin moved to his naked shoulder. His teeth bared in a painful grimace a second before warm jizz hit Talha’s face.
A sticky mess dribbling down his brow and cheek settled a tremor of frenzy into his fingertips. Fists clenched, Talha threw himself forward, but the ropes, biting into his wrists, hurled him back.
Face softening, releasing the tension, Slater looked into his eyes, then grinned.
“Sorry, Master, I made a mess…” Sarcasm broke into his voice. Giving his softening cock a few more strokes, he squeezed the last drops out then licked his fingers. “I would ask you to clean me up with your tongue, but for that, I would have to ungag you…” Expression puzzled, Slater added, “Too bad I can’t do that, yet…”
A gentle palm brushed Talha’s damp hair away from his forehead, skidded down the sweaty cheek, then clasped the back of his neck, lifting his head. Resting his elbow against the ground, Slater tucked one leg under his ass, the other pressed against Talha’s side. He leaned closer. Their noses bumped, and the sweet smell of nougat invaded Talha’s lungs. Unable to tell what kind of a game the ripper played, Talha froze as Slater’s tongue pressed to his eye, smearing the sticky mess all over his cheek.
“Ugh…” Talha scowled. Glaring at Slater, he mentally drilled a silent order into his head.Release me right now, you fucking Mutt, or I’ll kill you!
Hurt, thirsty, insulted, a storm of emotions brewed, threatening to form into something he might come to regret. Never in his life had he been this furious.
But Slater didn’t seem to notice. Warm and wet, his tongue kept flicking over Talha’s face removing the last drops of his passion.
The nasty noise of grinding teeth rattled in Talha’s head as he drew back and granted Slater with a headbutt. The juicy sound of bone crashing against the cheek brought him a slight relief.
Slater’s head whacked to the side. Surprise bled through his features, and a blizzard of confusion swirled behind his eyes. Rubbing his cheek, Slater recoiled leaving Talha’s wet body unprotected from the drafts that sneaked from every corner.
“Oh, Master is mad.” Slater poked his reddening cheek with a finger, then cocked his head listening to the pain. Aggression, coming from Slater’s naked body in heavy waves, bounced against Talha’s skin.
“Doesn’t Slater excite you anymore?” Slater’s cheek twitched, shoulders tensed, eyes narrowed, and he glanced down, confirming his words. “You can’t even get hard… Master doesn’t want Slater anymore, does he? Well then… can’t be helped.” Retreating, he grabbed the black backpack, undid a zipper, and shoved his hand inside. “Maybe Master wants Hanim? Sorry, I wasn’t able to bring her whole.”
Fingers fisted in the blood-tangled hair, he extracted Camilla’s head.
BA-DUMP.Saliva flooded Talha’s mouth.
BA-DUMP.He blinked, then again, but the illusion didn’t dissolve.
BA-DUMP.The Christmas tree… The armless, headless Venus pierced by long spears… Zaal’s baked head… And the image of Hell on Earth, Slater had created in his home, slammed back into his mind making him want to puke.
Heart choking with a maddening rush of blood, he stared at the unfocused, muddy eyes and gaping mouth frozen in a horrified grimace. A chemical mix of cortisol and adrenaline, flooding his system, cleared his head. Once again, he glanced up at the ropes binding his wrists, and then back at the severed head in Slater’s hands. Sticky, cold fear crawled up his spine and into his consciousness, wetting his palms with perspiration.Holy shit, Slater… What have you done..?
“Do you want to kiss her?” Slater hissed, leaping forward. Camilla’s head bouncing in his fist, he shoved it forward, almost imprinting it into Talha’s face.
A mere inch apart with the dead head, Talha could see every pore on her skin, as the putrid stench washed over him. Pulling the restraints, he instinctively recoiled.
“No? Maybe you want to fuck her mouth?”
Hand darting down, Slater imprinted Camilla’s face into Talha’s groin, forcing the older man to twist and wriggle in an attempt to get away.
What the fuck?A bloody wave slammed against Talha’s ears, drowning everything in a drawn-out, roaring noise. He yelled, ‘enough!’, but only a muffled groan escaped his throat.
“No? Did you grow tired of her already?” A vicious smile molded Slater’s face into a demonic mask. “Or now that she is broken, you don’t want her either?”
The smile, growing darker and wider, washed Talha in cold sweat. Releasing Camilla’s hair, the reaper placed the head on the floor a few inches from Talha’s face.
“You’re so cruel, Master,” Slater said, then shifted down, taking a position between his tied legs.
Talha watched Slater’s palms land on either of his shins and caress his skin, but he didn’t sense his touch. He concentrated, trying to feel the warmth of Slater’s fingers, but his nerves remained silent. In confusion, he tried tomove his toes but failed. The chilly breath of a new fear raised small hairs at Talha’s nape.How long have I been here?
