Page 95 of Madness Behind the Mask
“Now how do you think I should clean the rest of you?” he asksas myblack curls,blood and skin on one end,float down to the tub.
The memory of how he cleaned me with the bottleassaults me,and I stare up at him pleadingly, having slid down the wall a bit from the pain.
“I know…” he says, holding his hand out to the open door. There is no mercy in his eyes, no love, and I wonder if he’s just doing what I deserve.
I failed him as a wife.
He must’ve suffered so much watching me with Aleric.
This is nothing less than what I deserve for being such a whore. No longer fighting him, I open my heart to him.I’ll let him do whatever he needs to to work through his own pain.
I’ll love him even when he doesn’t love me.
A glowing pink vial flies into his hand, and heuncorks it before I can get a good look at it. My pulse spikes as I wonder if it’s some sort of acid to burn Aleric’s touch off me, but he drinks it instead of pouring it on me.
Wary confusion hits me for just a moment, but then my eyes bug wide as his cock transforms rightin front ofmy face. It elongates and thickensuntil it’s girthier and longer than my forearm from fist to elbow. Thick ridges run all the way down its length, and at the upper side of its base is a fleshy hook about the size of his thumb. It pulses as I watchit.
I spit my panties out now that he’s no longer holding his palm against me. “That won’t fit,” I rasp.
My eyes widen as another vial flies into his hand. He chugs this one too, then tosses them both at the sink on the other side of the room, the glass shattering across the floor.
He grunts as a second penisgrows out right above his balls, this one shorter and thinner than the other but not by much. There’s an extra flap at the base of it about the width of a tongue, and my pussy clenches at the idea of it working like one.
But even still, I shake my head because there is no fucking way one of them will fit, let alone both of them at once.
“You can’t…”
“Ican. Because his stench is all over you, and I’m going to make sure you don’t evenrememberwhat he feels like.”
He wraps my fingers round the larger dick, needing to use both of my hands so I can actually reach all the way around him. I whimper in anticipated pain even as I start to salivate and my pussy starts to throb.
“David took your mouth’s virginity from me, and Antonio damn well took your pussy’s. But I’m going to take your ass’ first, Sau. I’m going to break it in until you can’t stand.”
My breath hitches as my eyes stay on his two new throbbing cocks. “Are you going to hurt me?” I ask, my heart twisting. I’ll let him do whatever he wants, whatever he needs to to get this filth off me, but… But I want… I can’t find the words to say even to myself, my lack of experience making me unable to untangle all the feelings inside me.
I lift my eyes to him when he doesn’t immediately answer.
His jaw clenches as he glares at me. His face is twisted in jealous anger, and when he grabs me to yank me up andturn me around so I face the wall over the foot of the tub, my pulse spikes with fear. But a vial of pale-blue liquid appears wordlessly at my lips, and I drink it down quickly. It tastes like cum with a hint of chocolate.
I groan instantly, my body shuddering and developing a sheen of sweat as heat floods through my insides. My stomach grows, making space, and I gasp as he grabs my hips and hauls me backwards.
His hand between my shoulder blades shoves me down, bending me at the waist.He slides one cock between my ass cheeks, not going in, and the other between my pussy lips.
“Who has this pussy been fucked by, you dirty fucking whore?”
I flinch, my pulse pounding, surging shame all the way through me. “Please,” I whisper.Please don’t make me say it.
“Who have you let fuck your pussy?” he snaps.
“I didn’t let any–”
His hand slams down on my ass, and I grit my teeth from the pain as it resonates up and down my legs.
“Who. Have. You. Let –” He hits me with every word.
“Antonio!” I cry out, my shoulders shaking as I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering how the werewolf fucked the hole he’d made in my pussy.
“Who else?” he seethes, two simple words that are weighed down with the shame of all my sins.
