Page 35 of Jagged Souls
Let me go!
My lungs burn as my panic eats up all the oxygen.
I need to know who is behind me.
Who the fuck is behind me!
The blindness is terrifying me.
The uncertainty.
The unknown.
I jerk on a soundless scream as something hot and hard pushes against my pussy. The claws wrapped around my head dig into me, like five sharp knives waiting to skin my face off.
Threatened into submission, I force myself to still. Tears can be healed in a day. Internal bleeding, damaged organs, dislocated shoulders, and bruises – they can all be fixed by a good healer in no time at all.
But anything severed like a face skinned off? That’ll take time to regrow (unless it’s healed over by magic, in which case it’ll be permanent), and as a witch, if I get sick enough or suffer enough trauma without receiving immediate care, my magic will break loose from its tight controls and kill me.
So now I’m too tense, my body rigid against the cock pushing against my pussy. It makes it hurt more. I want to scream, but my lungs are on fire too. I’m going to pass out. I’m going to die in here.
My life starts to flash before my –
The hand on my face lifts free.
I suck in a harsh breath as I fall back, the cuts on my stomach making it impossible for me to hold myself upright. The werewolf is now grabbing both of my legs. My mind and vision spins as oxygen rushes back through my body. I blink hard against the light.
Just as my eyes start to focus though, I close them on a soul-wrenching scream.
The werewolf yanks me down with both his hands at the same time as he thrusts up. The small nub on the end of his dick enters me swiftly, but the rest of his bulbous monster cock is stopped by my pelvic bone. I feel like I have been hit by a wooden baseball bat, with a splinter having snapped off and stabbed me.
Growling, he lifts me off him. He releases my right leg and places a claw at the entrance of my pussy.
I might be struggling to think through the pain and fear coursing through me, but I still understand what he’s about to do.
My eyes snap open –
Only to immediately shut again as he cuts an incision between my ass and pussy.
I convulse in pain.
He lines his monster cock up with the cut.
Grabs my leg.
My stomach churns.
He yanks me down.
Thrusts up.
His nub enters me easily. The head of his cock stretches the slice he has made, ripping it like he’s tearing a piece of paper in half. Or perhaps a bit of cardboard, something with a little more resistance. Leaving more jagged edges and bits of flesh dangling down the sides.
He grunts as he yanks me down some more, tearing that line even further. Pain sears through me like nothing before. My entire world focuses on the agony of my pussy being torn to my ass. Not just one small horizontal tear, but the entire wall separating the two is being ripped apart to make room for his penis.
He yanks me further down his cock. Each thrust of his hips feels like a pole has been lined up with my vagina and then hit with a mallet. It slams into me, piercing into my cervix, then out through my womb before tearing through my colon.
I can feel him thrusting into my intestines, moving them around to make space. He’s finally in balls deep, and when he pulls out, the flared head of his cock takes some of my intestines with him.
