Twenty-Two

Dommic Di Nunzio

“Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Some see an innocent victim. Others will see evil incarnate getting exactly what's deserved.”

Emily Thorne

November 2nd, 2017, the Witching Hour- Completion

Amelia’s knife had slowly and thoroughly severed the column of the priest’s throat down to the bone, and as the last of him left the earth, she screamed out into the circle. I’d felt it’s enchantment enough times to tell when an dark soul offering was accepted by wherever I sent it, and this time was no different, except of course for the fact that now she could feel it too.

Flames from the tall, black pillar candle whooshed into the air, carrying with it the fires of damnation. The Father was far from the righteous man he believed, and it was only nothingness and the empty void that awaited him.

Looking back over her shoulder, blood covering her from face to knees, Amelia chuckled through the realization. He was dead, and his tainted essence was forsaken to the abyss.

“He’s gone.” She spun on the corpse, sliding off and crawling toward me. “He’s gone. And I’m not afraid of him anymore.”

I reached for her, pulling Amelia’s mouth to mine and worshiping the bloody mess she’d wrought. Lapping up the blood coating her lips and neck, I wrapped my tongue around her throat, diving it down between her breasts where more delicious crimson had dripped.

“Finish it, Dommic. Eat that fucking piece of shit, so I never have to look at his stupid face again.”

Ever so reluctantly pulling myself back from her, I moved past her on the floor, allowing my tongue to drag through the puddles that welled beneath the body’s carved flesh. The evil in the priest had been enormous, and I swelled as I began to devour it.

Amelia’s fingers found my wings, stroking down their length, careening me into blind fury. The frenzy building behind in my veins howled, and like a rabid beast, I tore into the corpse before me with mad abandon. Tearing his leg from the torso, enjoying the sickening noise of ripping flesh, and unhinging my jaws to swallow it down into the pit of darkness within me, I went wild with hunger.

Abyssal rage pumped through me with the possessive fury I’d barely been able to keep at bay when the priest still lived and spewed his bullshit about my little doll. She was mine. Mine! The entirety of his existence would be wiped from the universe and beyond for daring to come between me and my possession.

More of the horrid tearing as I rended his remaining limbs from his heinous body. Arms and fingers crunched beneath the power of my jaws, and I sucked them down like I might never be full.

Jamming my claws between the ribs, I cracked open the chest and stuffed handfuls of entrails into my gaping maw. His useless heart was a quick one-two bite as I tore it from its fleshy scaffolding. Reaching for his skull as I swallowed down his lungs, I sunk my claws into the bone, opening it like a coconut.

I was all crunching and cracking and slurping.

Each bite was soaked with the warped aura that had steadily built up as the Father committed his atrocities. Sinew to tendons to muscles to gray matter, every bit of him was marinated in the odious, crooked stench of his vile spirit.

And I swallowed every last bite with a ravenous hunger until there was nothing left but stains.

Amelia’s hands still held the edges of my wings as I spun to face her, blood running from my chin down my chest. She stared in wonder, flicking her gaze to the empty spot where the body had once been and then back to me. Mine.

“You belong to me. You are mine.”

Dropping to my hands and knees, I stalked over her, forcing Amelia to lie back on the floor.

“I will keep you forever. You are a part of this twisted existence now.”

She stared up from the floor, the depths of her dark eyes expansive as she connected to the chasms of black behind the world. Amelia saw behind the veil of the world, the gossamer curtain that only barely dulled the horrid machinations of man, and she didn’t flinch.

“I’m yours, monster man. I’m the last one standing at the end of our little slasher flick.” Amelia shifted enough on her elbows to place her treasured jacket outside the ritual circle, readying herself for me. “I’m your Final Girl.”

Like an explosion, I struck down with a bite, piercing through the healed skin of her previous mark, and drank. We were so much a part of each other the taste of my little doll's blood was fathoms from human anymore. I could sense how the tether between us circled in on itself like a snake eating its own tail, a magnificent feedback loop of darkness and torment.

Amelia moaned beneath me, her hands flying to my neck, as I lost myself to the flavor of that glorious crimson flowing into my mouth. When I pulled back to tear the clothes from her, I noticed the onyx swirls mingling through it and grinned, my fangs pulsing in time with the throb in my glowing knot. Reaching under the fabric of her shirt, I stabbed my claws through the fabric, ripping the thing to shreds.

My little doll's perfect breasts shimmered in the candlelight, the simple beads on either side of her nipples reflecting the monstrous flames. I lowered my mouth to them, raking my teeth across her skin. Thin lines etched through Amelia’s flesh, and she arched up into me, scissoring her legs.

"Break open for the darkness, little doll. My unholy bride." I stretched my tongue over her breasts, flicking her nipples with hard slaps. "I want you screaming."

Her hands found my wings as the taloned tips dug into the floor, squeezing and digging her nails into the sensitive flesh. I bellowed, the flames of the candles surging, and then I circled her throat with my tongue, cutting off her air. Quick as a lightning crack, I yanked Amelia toward my dripping cock with my tail before ramming the prehensile appendage deep into her pussy. Coating my tail in her cum, I fucked in hard strokes before sliding it back and finding her ass with the blunt tip. Driving it inside in one rough trust, my arousal ached in my knot as it cast its fiery orange glow over Amelia’s slit.

"Fuck!" My little doll arched hard off the floor, clamping her legs together as I used her ass. “Dommic, fucking hell!”

Grabbing her knees and forcing her wide with my claws, I speared my cock up to the knot in her wet cunt. She screamed once more, her grip on my wings tightening, and I groaned as the pain licked up my spine. As I pumped mercilessly, Amelia pulled back her hand to lick my blood from her palm before turning to my wing and dragging her tongue over the strangely sensitive part of me.

I shuddered despite myself, and the well of pleasure that rolled over me like a steam train had me losing my goddamned mind. Moaning as I rutted into Amelia, I pressed my knot to her entrance, desperate to fill her completely. My spine seared with fire as my orgasm built.

Then I met my little terror's eyes.

We were riding the same wave of ecstasy. I knew it, and there was so much more.

I pistoned into her holes, demanding both of them in every way as I alternated my attacks. Amelia’s pussy was a vice of raw delight as she rocked against me, working her clit againt the scorching skin of my swollen knot. I was unbelievably full of seed, just waiting to flood into her like with all the wrath of the beyond.

Instinctively, I leaned my wing toward her mouth, and she sucked hard. The stinging pull paired with swirling strokes up and down it’s length, and she may as well have been taking my cock for how intoxicating it felt.

She worked me to the edge of euphoria and beyond, her small body yielding to mine as only hers could. My cock buldged behind pubic bone as my essence allowed her to take me completely in this particularly enlarged form.

Eternities, I'd already seen eternities, and I'd yet to find anything with or from anyone that matched what I was getting, feeling, from Amelia. The squeeze of her cunt, that tight little body that would always be mine, suffused into a grip that she had on my very soul.

And up until this moment, I never believed I had one.

Planting my left hand on the floor, I took Amelia’s hip with the other, ramming her down over and over as I thrust forward. The wound on her neck bathed my tongue in wonder as she continued to drink. We were a bloody, unholy tangle of death and pleasure, and I never wanted it to end.

"You're staying with me. Forever. Nothing and no one will take you from me. I will disembowel this entire fucking universe if it stands between us."

Amelia's moans bubbled up behind the grip I had on her throat, and she released my wing to cry out as the cresting sensations overwhelmed her. My perfect match was destroyed beneath me, and I pummeled into her with more than I had until my knot broke through the resistance and slammed into her tight pussy.

She was as full as she’d ever been, the entire width of my impossibly swollen knot and my thick tail jammed into her ass. The tension around my cock as she stretched was bliss, and I dug my claws into her hip as I reached with my thumb to stroke her clit.

Amelia bucked hard, forcing me to bottom out as I claimed her. I coiled my cock, circling in wide loops until I found that stop at the top of her walls. Rattling my erection as hard and fast as I could, I buzzed inside her, stimulating the nerves within her better than any human could as I continued to pump myself in and out.

Her ass clamped around me as her cunt squirted release against my knot. The blazing inferno ricocheting through my shaft as it pulsed was its hottest yet, and the thrum of energy traveled down my erection in rhythmic waves.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

“That’s right. Take my fucking cock like a good little whore. My bloody, little whore.”

A chorus of our depraved sounds, the slapping of blood-soaked bodies as we fucked with abandon, filled the ritual circle, and the dark magic pulsed higher. The smell of grave dirt and pomegranates melted through the air, joining with the hot, sticky sweet scent of our arousal.

"Everything is yours, Dommic! Fucking hell!"

“That you are, little doll. You’re fucking hell.” I rolled my hips in a wide circle. “I am hell incarnate, the vile end for all tarnished souls. And your sweet pussy is worshiping me as the only God it needs.”

Amelia's eyes rolled back and her stuffed holes clenched around me, her pussy fluttering, and my obsidian blood smoothed down her lips to trail down her chest. "My body, my soul, my fucking heart. It’s all fucking yours."

I thrust hard, bouncing her through another climax as I fisted her neck tighter with my tongue.

"Forever! Say it!"

She struggled to find the air to speak until it finally tore from her as another crescendo of pleasure erupted through her ruined body, a picture of destruction—blood and sex and oblivion.

"Forever!"

I plowed all the harder, coming just as undone within her perfect body, and my release obliterated me. Torrents of cum filled Amelia’s pulsing cunt as the dam broke free, and the universe disappeared.

"And everything of mine is yours. Soul to heart to hellfire. Through the blood and delicious pain and back again."

Emptying the entirety of my boiling spend into her, I let go of my connection to the world, anchoring myself only to the feeling of Amelia’s body shattering around me as it took in my darkness completely.

La petite mort, the Little Death.

In every sense of the word, Amelia had given herself utterly to the one and only Demon of Retribution & Death that had ever been and would ever be. And I had irrevocably given myself to her.

Rest came soon after the Completion of Amelia’s grand works, and I took her to one of the spare rooms that actually contained a bed. When we’d both regained enough of our strength to speak, Amelia turned to me as she lay on my chest, reaching up to trace over the inverted cross on my forehead.

“Did you do this? Did someone else?”

I smirked with a scoff. “On the contrary. I came into the world with it. Whatever coallesced me has a sadistic sense of humor.”

Amelia smiled gently, still exhausted. As was I, if I allowed myself to admit it.

“So, I know I’m not totally human any more,” she lowered her head to my chest, her eyes closing, “with no fun superpowers, but I’ll really get to stay with you? Forever?”

“Yes.” I twirled the long hair on her shoulder through my claws. “You’re tethered to me, sustained by the power in the blood. And I won’t have you anywhere else but here.”

With a short kick of tension, Amelia sucked in a breath, and I could sense her unease.

I sighed. “What? Just out with it.”

“Get fucked, monster man. Now, I’m definitely not saying anything.” She shimmied her shoulders, and I could practically see the pout on her lips. Good enough to smack right off.

With a quick flick, I smacked her ass with my tail.

“Ouch!” She flinched, smacking my pec playfully. “Fine. Fine. Why me? I’m not anything special. Most of my life, I’ve just been a fucked up kid with severe PTSD.”

I lifted her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “You are not a child. Nor are you common. You are a match for my soul, Amelia Sanghera. A violent little wonder contained in the most perfect body ever created. So don’t tell me that bullshit. Why are you so ready to throw in your hand with a monster?”

“Well, we are already married.” She grinned like the devious brat she was. “But I guess I see it too, and I’m not just talking about the monster cock. Though that is perfection.”

I chuckled, amusement lighting up my nerves and forcing a grin.

“You saw me. You helped me in your own super fucked up way. And even through all this,” she gestured between us, “your obsession is still the most anyone has ever cared for me.”

“I don’t just care for you, Amelia.” I firmly held her chin. “I own you, I am bound to you, and I’ve claimed your soul as mine.”

She pulled my forehead to hers by my horn. “Good. Cuz I don’t do breakups. You’re stuck with me. Consider yourself claimed right back.”

I let dark hunger flow from the shadowy aura around my eyes, extending my tongue to swipe gently over her lips.

“Well, look at that. Final survivor, final bride.” I pressed my lips to hers before nipping at her full bottom lip. “You really are the Final Girl.”