Page 26 of Your Soul Is Ours

I lay the knives down on the wood top. Lowering my head, I catch her lips with mine, lightly at first, before I deepen the kiss.I pull away from her perfect mouth, running my tongue over her lip. “Do you trust me?” I ask.

“Yes.”

That's all I need. I remove the sweater from her body and pull the capris off, so she’s standing with only panties on in front of me. She shivers and her nipples harden. Bringing my mouth to her nipple, I suck on the flesh and swirl my tongue around the hard point. My hands grip her hips and I pick her up, placing her on top of the wooden bench. She gasps, and I hold her by her neck, pushing her down flat.

My hands run over her smooth skin, hooking her legs over my shoulders as I look down at her. My perfect sweet Marla, ready to prove her love to me, ready to show me she is truly mine. I grasp my favourite knife, the one I’ve used to give people the sweet kiss of death. I trail the tip of the blade over her skin. The cold metal makes her quiver as I cut her panties from her body, and her breath hitches. “You are so fucking perfect, you were made for me.”

With knife in hand, I move my head down, keeping her legs on my shoulders. I inhale her sweet scent, surprised that I can see her slit glisten. She’s turned on by this, which makes me harder than I’ve been in a very long time. I place my tongue on her, tasting her and exploring her wetness slowly, my tongue sweeping over her clit. She tenses, but I pull away. She isn’t going to come until she’s marked with my initials.

I put down that knife and pick up the new one, drawing a line down the centre of her, running the tip over the skin between her tits. As it lowers, she tries to clench her thighs tighter, looking for any friction she can find. I hang onto the blade and slide the handle over her slit. She cries out as I tease her with the cold metal. I slide it into her wetness, and slowly, I fuck her with the handle. Mixing the things I love together makes me drunk with lust.

She whimpers as I pull it out of her. “Please, can I come?” She begs me like the good fucking girl she is.

“No, my dove, what should you beg for? To prove to me how much you love me?”

“Mark me, I’ll be yours for eternity. Forever.” Marla’s chest quickens with the breaths she takes. The words are music to my ears. She lets out a soft sigh as I lower her legs from my shoulders and turn her on the wooden top. I hastily discard my shirt and climb onto the table, positioning myself with one knee beside her and the other wedged between her legs. I watch her hips grind against my jeans, her heat soaking me.

Above her heart, I etch an S in her skin. The blood beads and flows over her perfect flesh. I move closer and my tongue swipes over my work. Her back arches under me and I continue with the Y, my initials carved into her forever. Her essence is now a part that will live in me for the end of time. I continue to clean her.

I pull my knee away and play with her until she explodes over my hand.

“Yes, fuck yes.”

“Mine, forever.”

“Yours. But what about me? You aren’t mine.” She pouts, her hooded eyes drunk with blood and lust.

I lean back on my heels. I didn’t think about this part. I never thought she would want to mark me. As I lay down, the roughness of the wood catches me off guard, but I splay my legs around Marla. She gets up and crawls over me, grabbing the knife as she straddles me. A mixture of fear and anticipation runs through me. She lowers her mouth to mine, kissing me, her tongue intertwining with mine before she pulls back. Blood runs down over her chest and I bring my fingers up to wipe it away, but she pushes my hand away.

She runs the blade over me the same way I did to her. The hard metal runs endorphins through me at a fast pace. My dickis impossibly hard. She examines my chest, looking for a piece of empty skin. There isn’t a lot, but she finds the untouched tiny piece over my heart. The prick of the tip of the knife turns into a sting as she drags the blade down, breaking the skin. She doesn’t stop until she’s done.

“M.L.,” she breathes before lowering her face to my chest. Her tongue dances over my skin, cleaning my blood off and trailing to my neck, tasting me everywhere. “Mine,” she breathes into my ear before trailing my jaw with kisses. I reach up and hold her hips as she rolls them onto my hardness. Marla leans back to undo my belt, unzipping my jeans. She rips them down and my cock slaps against my stomach.

“Fuck me, Marla. I’m yours.” As her eyes burn into mine, she moves slightly and I can feel her heat over the head of my dick. Slowly, inch by inch, she moves down, taking my full hard cock inside of her tight, perfect cunt. She rides me. After a few minutes, she leans down into the crook of my neck. I place one hand on her hip and fuck up into her as hard as I can. “Fuck yes, come all over my cock.” Her walls clench over me and wetness gushes as she comes.

“Get up,” I whisper. She does exactly what I say. When she is standing, I place my hand on the back of her neck, holding her down against the workbench. I hook one of her legs up with my hand so I can fuck her. As I hold her as tight as I can, she crumbles under me, coming undone as I thrust into her. My orgasm quickly approaches, and I pull out.

Lifting my grip on her neck, I push her to her knees. I stroke my dick over her face, and watch as her pouty lips open. I jerk myself harder as I fill her mouth with ropes of my come.

My hand finds the workbench to hold on to. The room spins slightly as I breathe. I hold out my hand, and when she takes it, I pull her up to me, wrapping my arms around her as I kiss her.

“I love you,” I say as I pick up her clothes and hand them to her. I do up my pants and move the knives to the small room to clean up.

“I love you, Sebastian.” The amount of love I have for her would alarm her, but everything I’ve ever wanted with her is falling into place, just like I knew it would.

Seventeen

Cavum Terra

“Berimund, things are worse.” I look at Giso and roll my eyes, the knowledge is nothing new for me. I knew before we started implementing these new ideas that it would be a terrible thing.

“What have you tried?”

“We’ve briefed the souls, they don’t generally believe us. When they do believe us, things get chaotic,” Tanca says.

As I walk to the edge of our land, I look over the property. Shadow demons run wildly through the red and orange haze. Fear is in the air, and when I look further into the bare trees, the branches are grotesque and sharp, darkness envelopes everything. Just as I had suspected, it would make everything worse if we gave the new souls a briefing. Telling someone who killed themselves that they now belong in a world where they can never outrun the demons from their minds, the things that have tormented them for their entire existence on Earth will now rip them to shreds forever. The others are idiots to think that this knowledge would have been powerful.

“The darkness has turned into blackness. It seeps through the forests and the entire realm is filled with fear. The chaos is too much. You were right from the start.” Giso sighs as she walks to the edge with me.

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