Page 27 of Song of Tenebrae

I shut the door, locking us both inside, and lean back against the small sink. It’s so small in here that our chests brush with each breath. “So, piss.” I nod at the toilet.

“Don’t,” her eyes beg me and my cock hardens. “I will piss myself before I piss in front of you.”

“Either way you’re pissing in front of me, no?” I raise a brow.

“Fuck you,” she growls and pulls down her pants to sit on the toilet, “this is so demeaning.”

Her face is now level with my cock and it reminds me of the time in Dominica when I forced her to her knees and made her fuck me with her mouth. I yank down the front of my shorts and grab the hair on top of her head. She gasps as I take a step closer, pulling her head back.

“Tell me no.”

Her mouth opens probably to do just that and I force myself inside it. I’m prepared for teeth but in true Demon form, she surprises me by taking me to the back of her throat, and all while she pisses. The feel of her heat and her soft moans around my length aren’t helping with stamina, it’s just been too long. Both of my hands slip into her hair and I fuck her mouth brutally as she continues her stream of piss. The sound of liquid hitting the metal bowl should be a turn off, but I’ve never been turned off by bodily fluids.

She struggles to breathe and as her throat works around my cock, I cum down it, spilling myself and forcing her to take every drop. She does too because she’s a fucking glutton for my type of punishment. I pull out of her and watch as her eyes water, her cheeks a nice rosy color.

“I need to wipe my pussy,” she growls, suddenly angry.

“No need,” I bend down until our lips are mere centimeters apart and reach between her legs. I swipe my fingers through her folds and bring the glistening digits between us. Her eyes widen with surprise as I pop them into my mouth, tasting her arousal and urine.

“Raiden,” her voice is husky with disbelief.

I grab her around the waist and hoist her up, moving us around to switch positions. I plop her ass on the counter and drop to my knees as I spread her legs apart. She’s wet, practically dripping, and I can smell her urine clearly. None of it is a turn off and that’s probably because it all fucking belongs to me.

“Let’s clean you up,” my voice is low and raspy.

“Fuck, Raiden, this is weir-” her words end on a scream as I lean forward and suck her into my mouth, running my tongue through her center.

Her taste floods my mouth, it’s familiar yet foreign at the same time, and yet so fucking tantalizing. But all mine. She’s the only female I will ever drop to my knees for and I doubt I will ever tell her that. I continue to lap her up, cleaning her thoroughly, and then bite down on that hardened little nub, making her scream out again. Both hands land on my head and she drags me in closer, grinding into my face.

She tightens around my tongue as I shove it inside of her and then begins to convulse.

“Raiden,” she pants, “Raiden, shit, fuck you, Raiden.”

Her words are a jumbled mess as she comes all over my face, the fluid dripping down my chin, and I bite down onto her, making her squeal.

I stand up and with my shorts still around my thighs, I yank her center against my hard cock. “Soon, little Demon,” I press my wet face into her neck as she begins to move her wet pussy against my cock, “soon I will be tearing this pussy apart, or did you forget?”

She whimpers with my words and I know she remembers all too well how far I stretched her. The pain and pleasure mixed perfectly together and her cries were more of pain than pleasure. I want to push inside her right now, just to refresh my memory, but I won’t. I step back and haul up my shorts, lifting her from the counter. I shove her back onto the toilet and bend to wash her come off my face.

“Don’t touch me again,” she growls and I roll my eyes at her through the small mirror.

“You really have forgotten,” I grin, “you belong to me, Demon. Or should I re-carve that pentagram into your skin?”

I open the door and walk out, leaving her shocked and angry behind me.

Incognitus

He comes out of the washroom with evidence of her release nestled into his beard. How can he let himself look so weak? He’s supposed to be a leader and here he is falling to his knees for a woman. Not just any woman, a fucking stripping whore.

I keep myself hidden as he sits back in his seat, a small smile playing around his glistening mouth. It’s fucking gross and I can practically smell her from here. He sits there looking so fucking content and I have to swallow down the growl that threatens to break free. He’s no longer suitable to lead. I need to relay this back to the Elders. Raiden James has been compromised by diseased, loose pussy. Although, I can feel the appeal as well. I wouldn’t mind slipping inside her.

No!

I try to envision a blackened void, something a therapist told me long ago, and then slowly fill it with the things that matter. The only problem is, my void remains just that, and sitting dead center and alone is my desire for revenge.

The washroom door opens once more and I watch as a pissed off Tempest struts back to her seat. She’s always walking like she’s on stage, even when she’s drunk, and I can’t help but notice the sway of her hips and the bounce of her tits.

No.

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