Fifteen

Amelia Sanghera

“It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.”

Bret Easton Ellis

November 2nd, morning, Dommic’s sanctum

When I woke up I wasn’t quite sure what time it was. I had to guess that it was sometime the following morning because I was sure I at least slept that long, if not longer.

Sitting up on something like a bed, but clearly what was mostly a collection of blankets and padding on the floor, I looked around the room for any sign of Dommic. I was getting a bit tired of waking up alone, and now that his little game was over, I had shit I wanted to do.

The room was mostly dark. There was just a single round window in the pointed wall of this attic room and the light of the monitors that watched the house. As I scanned the space, I looked to the ritual circle. The candles and herbs that had ringed it were gone, as was the remains of the body.

While Dommic had eaten most of my old enemy, there had been scraps. They were nowhere to be found, and even the bit of blood that had spilled onto the floorboards appeared to be absent.

Harper’s blood, at least. Mine, well, I could see the remains of that fun still painting the floor a few feet away.

In fact, I could look down and see the remains covering my skin. I was filthy, sticky, and drying blood splattered over my entire being from head to toe. There was some in my hair, and as I lifted a leg to inspect how I was doing down there, I found black and red smeared across the inside of my thighs.

I wanted a shower, though a part of me didn’t mind being coated in our extracurricular activity. Testing my body, I pushed up off my elbows to sit up fully. I expected searing pain from the various slashes and bites and absolutely wrecked pussy, but there was none.

Examining my skin, I was all but healed. There were just a few faint lines that crossed my skin from Dommic’s claws, and if anything, my core was just hungry for more of that exquisite anguish.

“Well, that’s new.”

“You drank my essence.”

Dommic’s voice sounded from the darkness corner of the room, and I jumped in place, my heartbeat immediately set to racing.

“Fuck, dude. Don’t do that.”

Slinking from the black around him like a terror in the night, Dommic crawled toward me, his black, pupil-less eyes reaching into my soul.

“Your healing.” He nodded at my body. “It’s because you drank my blood.”

My mind spun. I really had done that, hadn’t I. It was a strange, welcome memory of the insane taste flooding my mouth. I had wanted, still wanted, to suck that delectable treat off his tongue till there was no more to give. Fuck, that tongue. Unholy, indeed.

“Well,” Dommic was at me in a blink, nuzzling into my neck and practically smothering me with touches and nips, “ugh, umm… Fuck, I’m trying to thank you, but when you do that—”

His tongue lightly dragged over the place where he bit my neck, and wetness pooled between my legs.

“Yeah, that.” I shifted, meeting his eyes. “I can’t think straight. What…What is this? I’m locked into the deal I know. Bargain with the devil, and all. But you need to give me more details.”

Dommic smirked, that evil grin baring his numerous sharp fangs, and I held my tongue between my teeth as I stared at them.

“Very well. You’re mine.”

“I got that part. What else? What—What are you?”

He chuckled low, slinking behind me and hovering his lips over the skin behind my ear. “I’m darkness, the consumer of evil souls. I’m the Boogeyman. the reason all little girls and boys and children of the world are supposed to behave. Because if you don’t, I’ll find you and eat you up.”

His tongue swiped across my skin, sending goosebumps prickling over me, and then it wrapped around my neck, squeezing.

I didn’t fight, on the contrary. The constriction fueled that wretched desire pumping in my veins, and my eyes fluttered closed as I scissored my legs.

“I have been for as long as tales about me have been told. I wasn’t always this, but I have been for at least… over six hundred years.”

Dommic released my throat only to slide that tongue down my chest and past my hips to the top of my slit. His clawed hands gripped my arms above the elbows, pinning me to him as he tongued my pussy. My head fell back on his chest, and I could still look up and see his face. He was that tall.

“Well, that puts,” Dommic flicked his tongue, and a moan tore through me, “my twenty-five to shame.”

He worked my clit as he locked me in place. Moving was restricted to my legs, and I squeezed them together as he slipped inside. I was still wearing his release from last night, dried blood mingling with it, but all it seemed to do was spur him on, and Dommic twisted and snaked his demonic tongue over my thighs as it swirled inside me.

“Are…are you a demon? F-from h-hell?”

“If there is a hell, it is me, and I am it. There is a light, a holy presence, within this universe. And he’s a pompous twat who doesn’t know how to keep his toys in check. I do.”

Everything was slick, slippery flesh on flesh. His dark saliva smeared across my breasts as the curves on my legs lapped up the mess covering me. I felt his erection press into my back as he held me to his chest, and Dommic rocked his hips, rubbing it against me.

An orgasm clenched at the base of my spine, and the stinging desire for release made my clit throb. Dommic swirled his tongue faster, and it stroked my G-spot as it massaged across the very tip of my slit.

“Do…you…do you have to eat them? Oh, fuck.” I was right on the edge, arching my cunt up into his tongue. “To survive?”

“Yes.”

“Why me?”

“You know that as much as I do. Because it’s you. You’re mine. You were always meant to be mine.”

It was way beyond the realm of normal or even just a little weird. This was all way past any of that.

But compared to the brutality I’ve experienced from people who don't care about anything or anyone, even their children, Dommic’s obsession felt amazing.

I couldn’t deny the incredible pull I felt toward him from the beginning or the way my body responds to him like it was destined. Dommic had also allowed me to prove my strength, navigating his fucking horror mansion and coming out on top. He helped me get the vengeance I’ve been craving on that bitch Harper.

He was right. I was his, and it was time to fully enjoy that.

“Dommic,” his efforts picked up as he sensed my release on the brink, “you still hungry?”

His eyes bored into me as I looked up at him. The heat from that fucking knot of his threatened to scorch my skin, and he grinned around his fangs as his tongue fucked me harder.

“Always.”

Dommic’s pace soared, and he plowed me through an orgasm so intense that my cum squirted around the dextrous muscle and soaked the blankets beneath me. I was abruptly shoved forward onto my knees, and Dommic pulled my hand between my legs to grip his shaft.

I felt his tail wrapped around the base where he was thickest, squeezing hard. I hardly believed he could take it. Still, Dommic pressed my hand tighter, and I slid the other one to him so that I could surround his unbelievable girth.

He fucked into my hands, more of his tail coiling around my fingers and forcing them tighter. As his hips pumped, his tongue found my slit once more, enjoying the cum still clinging to me, and then it slithered up to my asshole.

I clenched against the alien sensation before the warmth melted into me, and I moaned low. The talons of his wings briefly entered my view before they scraped down my back, sending my blood dripping down my ass. He was getting all the tastes today.

It was so much, so wicked and depraved, and fuck, it was wonderful. I came again as he tongued the tight ring of muscles, driving himself furiously between my restrained hands.

Then, his cock swelled, thickening to its fullest as his release rushed forward. Slipping from my hands, Dommic pulled his tongue back as he slapped his erection against my ass. I angled to look past my shoulder, enraptured by the way he stroked himself, his tail choking the base of his knot as it glowed whitehot.

With a loud grunt, he came across my tight hole and slit, his boiling cum painting me in fragrant black ropes. It was almost painful, just a bit, as Dommic’s spend shot out for several moments, frosting me like a goddamn cake.

As he finished, Dommic crept around to my face, pulling me up to crash his lips against mine. He explored my mouth thoroughly with his fantastic tongue before releasing me with a smile.

“Good. I know just the place to get a hot meal.” I kissed him again, biting his bottom lip and pulling back so that it snapped out of my teeth with a pop. “It looks like you’ve got yourself a delivery girl. As long as you're okay with letting me choose the first few entrees.”

Dommic tilted his head, taking in my naked body. “I couldn’t ask for a better partnership.”

“No, you really can’t. But first,” I nodded at the shredded wedding gown still heaped on the floor nearby, “give me my clothes. That fucking dress is so five minutes ago.”

“Of course, little doll. Denim suits you much better. Though,” he smoothed a hand down my cheek, but then swiftly tangled his hand in my hair and yanked, “I must ask. Where are we going?”

I smiled soft and slow, the black in my heart overcoming everything else. “Well, I’ve got some unfinished business. I’m about to be San Domingo’s worst fucking nightmare.”