Seventeen

Amelia Sanghera

“The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…”

Jim Morrison

November 2nd, afternoon, the Sanghera Estate

Logically I knew that my house was a fair distance from Dommic’s, but as we pulled into the long drive, it felt like it was only a blink. I remembered showering and finishing the Mac before we got ready to leave. I remembered Dommic bending me over the kitchen counter when I’d joked about licking the bowl clean.

But I couldn’t remember the drive.

I’d gone somewhere else during the entire thing, and if the guy had tried to talk to me, I hadn’t heard him. Until right now.

“Amelia.”

Looking over at where Dommic sat behind the wheel, I shook my head, clearing the cobwebs of memory and pain from my mind.

“Sorry. What?”

“Your mind isn’t present, and if you keep that up it’s going to get you hurt.” He frowned at me, stern but free of judgment.

“I know. This is just…” I steadied myself with a breath, glancing at the rows of perfectly manicured trees along the drive. “I don’t suppose you actually hated any of your meals, did you?”

“Not particularly, no. They were just a cancerous cell that needed culling.”

I almost laughed at that. The concept was so far from normal in the human world. But I couldn’t peg him as wrong. There were plenty of people in this world that should just be exterminated.

“Well, I do. I hate these people. For what they did to me, for what they didn’t do. For the way they would pose and praise me in public then turn around and forget I existed in private. I was just a tool to them.” A hard breath shot through my nose in what someone might think was a laugh. “I’m honestly shocked that Camila actually gave birth to me. But I also know it was an extremely professional C-section.”

Dommic held my eyes for a moment before taking the car to the back garage where staff would drop off my folks.

“What are you feeling?”

If anyone else would have asked, I’d have thought it was just a societal reflex, playing at being nice. With Dommic, it was a cool calculation to determine what needed to be done. That was better.

“Ansty. Nervous. A little nauseated.” I looked at the car floor. “Angry. Really fucking angry.”

He pulled into the garage, which was somehow miraculously open, shutting off the engine as he found a spot near the doors inside.

“Anger can be useful. But it can be messy too. You need to find something else, something darker, to keep you focused.”

“Darker?” I raised my brows at him. “Like what?”

“They sold you to me, Amelia. They raised the price because you were a virgin in the only sense they cared about. They didn’t believe you about the assault, and if I can judge this correctly, which I usually can, something tells me Patrick isn’t one to be around when he drinks. Your mother does it sober.”

I’d never allowed myself to really consider the fact that they were abusive. Of course they were. We’re rich. That’s how you got there. By being an evil son of a bitch, or daughter as the case may be.

But yeah, being shoved around was par for the course. Fuck ’em though. I don’t need their bullshit.

“There it is.” Dommic smoothed a hand down my cheek as I looked at him with a curious smirk. “When you’re there, wherever you are in your mind right now, they’re already dead. And you don’t care.”

Sinking into the feeling, he was right. I don’t care about them. Because whatever they’d done, I was still here, and I was still winning. Ending them was just a bonus.

I pulled the halves of my jean jacket into place. “I’m ready.”

“Yes. Yes, you are.” Dommic smoothed a finger down the final girl patch, pointing at the knife the hand held.

Slipping through the door with the hide-a-key I knew was beneath the doormat in case Marta or someone from the kitchen got locked out, I led Dommic up the long staircase from the finished basement laundry.

“How was the garage door open?”

“You’re welcome.” Dommic just smirked.

“You fuck.” I rolled my eyes. “Thanks.”

As we passed through the hallway that led to the kitchen and pantry, Marta appeared, coming from the dining room hall that led back here.

“Amelia?” her eyes went to Dommic. “Mr. Di Nunzio? What are you doing here?”

“Forgot to take care of something.” I walked up, pulling her back down to the hall that led to the garage. “You need to leave.”

“Miss, I’m not due to leave. I’ll be doing no such thing. You know the fit your mother will throw if I’m not back with the wine.”

“Marta,” I held her eyes with an intensity I didn’t know I could muster, “you need to leave. Don’t worry about your things. Just go. And don’t look back.”

Something in the tone of my voice and the darkness that invisibly clung to Dommic as he stood behind me got her attention. With wide eyes, she nodded briskly and took off for the exit.

“Lock the door behind the others. I’ll send them out.” I tossed her the key.

She fumbled the catch, grabbing the thing off the floor, and sprinted away.

“Where will your parents be?” He scanned the halls.

“They’ll be at dinner. Let me get the other servants.”

I walked to the pantry door. Beside it was an intercom system that connected the staff members as they worked throughout the estate. Pushing the call button for the kitchen, I hoped for a quick response.

“Hello.” It was Francis, the cook.

“Francis. Hey.” I softened my tone to a sultry low rumble. “I need you to bring everyone, all the staff, to the hall down to laundry. K?”

“Amelia?” His voice was the picture of curiosity. “What are you doing back?”

“I’m settling some debts. Bring everyone, or,” I palmed the switchblade in my coat pocket, “risk being in my way.”

Francis knew what I was like when I was in “one of my moods,” mother’s term, and like everyone else who worked here, he was less than loyal to the Sangheras.

“Oh, fine.”

Within a few moments, the few remaining staff, including the handful from the kitchen and the two butlers, filtered down the hall.

“Great. Glad you’re all here. Get out.”

“Amelia, you can’t be ser—“

But I cut off Francis’s words with a quick flip of my blade, opening it up and smiling at him. His eyes went wide and for a moment, I could see him weigh the options. Like they all did however, Francis made the smart choice and took off running for the way out.

As the extra witnesses left the scene of my future crime, I took a deep breath, grinning as I walked toward the dining room.

“Alone at last.”

Dommic chuckled behind me, a steady but silent presence at my back that let me drive this particular car.

Sure enough, Camila and Patrick were seated at opposite ends of the long as fuck dining table, and my mother had begun to hold her wine glass out, complaining about where her refill was. I noticed a large bottle of my father’s brandy on the sideboard, and I stole it off, walking over to pour a bit into her glass without saying a word.

The bitch didn’t even pay attention to what was poured, quickly sloshing it to her lips and taking a swig. Burning liquor smacked her across the face, and she swiveled back to scream at the offender.

“How dare you—“ Her eyes widened like saucers in her botox-ridden face. “Amelia?”

“Camila.”

I took the full, lead crystal bottle of brandy and smashed it upside her head. She flew off the chair, blood gushing from her scalp as she screamed. Patience never had been my strong suit.

“What the fuck?!” Patrick snapped to attention, his stare pulled up from the stock reports he was reading, as his wife bellowed like a dying cow.

“Dommic, honey, would you quiet that?”

He smiled at me, fangs appearing behind his human lips, and he disappeared and reappeared standing behind my father. Holding his hand back to strike, claws pushed free from his fingertips and raked over Patrick’s back.

Daddy Dear fell to the ground, hollering as his blood splattered over the hilarious sweater vest Dommic had chosen to wear.

“What’s wrong with you?” Camila screamed at me, wobbling on the floor as she tried to get up. “You’ve finally lost it!”

I sighed, taking a swig from the brandy before tossing it to the ground. “Yes. I’m afraid I have.”

Moans of pain spilled from Camila’s lips as she dragged herself away. Even if she wasn’t bleeding from the head, she’d probably have a hell of a time standing. I could smell the alcohol on her from here, which was a bonus because she’d bleed out faster.

Walking up slowly, knowing Dommic had my father under control, I tipped my head to the side as I watched Camila. She was frail and plastic, parts reshaped and stitched back together more times than she could count. And she was wearing that torso brace of hers.

She’d had more liposuction done. Perfect.

I waited until she was on all fours, and then swung the toe of my boot into her ribs. Camila screamed, curling into a ball as she clutched her stomach. Lowering into a crouch, I pushed her shoulder with the butt of my knife, rolling her onto her back.

The cream track suit she wore was stained red on the shoulders, a new spot forming on her side.

“So…”

I dug the blunt handle into the blood leaking from the lipo incisions. Sure they were small but they still hurt.

“I’m going to give you two choices. One, say you’re a worthless piece of shit who’s never loved anyone but herself and has been the worst mother on the planet, and I’ll kill you now. Two.”

She tried to move away. I grabbed a handful of her blond dye job and yanked her back.

“You run and try to hide somewhere in this house thinking it’ll buy you more time. But I find you and kill you anyway. So, what’s it going to be?”

I released her hair and as soon as I did, she found the strength to scramble across the floor and rush out the door. I didn’t bother intervening. I knew where she would go.

“Two it is.”

I directed my attention to Patrick, who was being thoroughly entertained by Dommic, his claws peeling away a strip of flesh from his forearm before plopping it between his teeth as dear ol’ dad screamed.

“Well, Dad,” I knelt down next to him, putting the tip of my blade in his wound and pressing down ever so slightly to hear those pretty sounds get louder, “how about we let Camila make a choice for both of you for a change.”

I nodded at Dommic to get him to his feet. “Go on. Run. See if you can outlast your wife.”

He didn’t hesitate, taking off into the house as fast as he could.

“Hunting really is the best part,” Dommic whispered as he slunk up behind me, nuzzling into my neck.

“I’m really starting to see that.”

I tilted my head to the side, opening up my neck for him. His fangs grazed my skin, and the tingling sensation caused goosebumps to skitter across my shoulders and arms. Turning around to face him, I put on a little pout.

“Could you please make sure their phones are gone? No landline to worry about.”

Dommic grinned, turning to smoke in my arms before disappearing. I waited a few minutes, and then my monster man returned, the phones impaled on his claws.

“Perfect.”

“I’ve also taken care of the exits for you, which they didn’t try for by the way. Both of them just fled into the mansion. Stupid humans.”

I laughed, holding my hand out as I approached the main stairs. “Haven’t you seen a horror movie? They never leave, which would be the smart thing to do. They hide.”

“Hmm. And where do they go in these movies?” He cocked a brow as I climbed the stairs with him, hanging a left at the top to find my mother’s bedroom.

“The basement usually. And they’re called slashers, in this case.” I held up the knife, making like Psycho.

“We’re not going to the basement.” His steps didn’t falter as I led him down to the last room at the end of the hall.

“No. Because another favorite,” Reaching a few feet from the door, I nodded at the blood on the handle, “is the closet.”

Dommic smiled, licking his lips. “How’d you know she would go there?”

“I’ve seen her take junk food in there and mow down when she didn’t think anyone was watching. It’s always where she pops her Xanax and talks to her boyfriends.”

“Boyfriends?” He raised a brow.

“She paid in internships for most of them. Hungry young professionals looking to get an in with the old man.”

“And your father approved? Not that I care all that much.”

“He has his own fuckmates. Though those ones he definitely paid for in money. Or drugs.”

Dommic seemed to sniff the air, his eyes going wholly black and radiating with shadow.

“He has a taste for pain, too. Has he killed any of them?”

I should be mortified, but I wasn’t. It had been a nagging wonder at the back of my mind for years. Dommic’s impressive otherworldly senses just confirmed what I’d already suspected.

“I can’t say for sure, but yeah. I think so. There was a fucking circus of cleaners in here one day, and a particular favorite of his was never seen again.”

“Hmm. If he were like me the clean up wouldn’t have been so much of a problem. It does explain that delicious evil I could smell on him however.”

I rolled my eyes with a smile. “Well, let’s not make you late for supper then. Shall we?”

The feral glee I saw on his face was too much for the human side of him to contain and flickers of his monstrous side rippled across him. I loved it, and now I knew why. It was like looking in a mirror. The monster I’d trapped inside me for so long was breaking free and enjoying the view.

We stalked into the bedroom, and the trails of blood became thicker and more obvious. I could easily follow them to the closet doors, and I threw them open. The pristine all white room, lined with racks and racks of designer clothing and shelves for shoes and purses, was about to get a paint job.

As it was, a thin line led near the back.

“Quite the closet.” Dommic rolled his eyes with a scoff, and I giggled at him.

“Mother Dearest,” I picked up the walking stick Camila had purchased when she wanted to pretend she was “outdoorsy,” “come out, come out. It’ll be quicker if you do. I promise.”

Nothing.

“Fine. Have it your way. Like you always do.”

Circling the room from left to right, I poked the stick to the clothes, jabbing it to find something solid. A first try revealed a thick coat that she’d shoved to the back. When I pushed into a corner near the shoes, I hit something meaty, but when I reached in, it was the fucking boxing manikin she’d bought.

I was nearly half way around the room when a tiny squeak sounded behind me, and I spun to face it.

“There you are.”

Leveling the end of the cane with where I imagined her throat to be, I shoved hard. Camila fell to the floor in a spasm of coughing as I’d landed the blow right on her trachea.

“I told you I’d find you.” I crouched next to her, and when she looked up through teary eyes, I punched her across the jaw.

Her head snapped to the side, and she cursed through her damaged throat.

“You d-dumb b-bitch! I-I never want-ted you!” The words were scratchy and sporadic as she tried to breathe, eventually settling. “Children make you weak. They steal your beauty. Look at you! Fucking whore. We should have sold you to sex traffickers when your father was first approached! But no. He wanted to see if he could get a better price.”

And there it was. The truth I’d always known was behind her Stepford presentation.

Flipping the switchblade around in my grip, I stabbed down through her neck. A wet tearing sound burst up from the injury. Blood splattered over my face and hand as her eyes gaped. She sputtered around the gush filling her mouth, choking on it. I pulled my knife back, letting the crimson ooze out of her.

“You’ve always been a vapid, shallow shell, Camila. Obsessed with your looks, your status. It got you real far, didn’t it?”

Holding the blade to my lips, I dragged my tongue through her blood. The iron taste filled my mouth, seeking out the bit of Dommic that was now always running through my veins.

I swallowed, hovering just above her ear. “I want you to know that he’s going to eat you. There will be nothing left. Nothing to bury or fuss over. Yeah, Dommic eats fucks like you. You sold me to a monster, Camila. And now you’re getting more than you bargained for.”

She shook on the ground, flopping like a fish out of water before she suddenly went still. Her eyes glassed over, and that odd film of gray washed over them, signaling her soul’s departure, if she fucking had one.

I stood up, turning to face Dommic, who looked on with pride glowing in his pupil-less eyes.

“I hope hell is a bunch of bullshit. Because then she’s just gone, and not even the devil has to deal with her.”

When I’d finished watching Dommic use his weird black magic to whisk the body away to his mansion, he stood with me at the door for a moment before we went to find my father.

“Where do you think he’ll hide?” His monster form was in full swing now, and his clawed grip circled around my waist as he licked the blood from my lips.

“Another slasher movie staple.” I leaned back as he held me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding against his huge cock. “Just wait.”

“For?” Dommic lowered his mouth to my neck, scraping his fangs against his mark, and I quivered.

Gripping his horns, I rubbed up and down across that impressive length as Dommic walked us to the wall, pinning me there. His hands and tail roamed over me, hungry and demanding. I love how he manhandled me, and took what he wanted when he wanted it. Because behind it, I could feel the connection between us.

We were going to turn the streets red with our hunger for vengeance and pain.

“He’ll get curious. He’ll want to see if he can sneak by and get out.”

“That continues to be stupid.”

I chuckled. “You’re not wrong.”

We left my parent’s room, heading down the hall slowly, silently. From the other end, where his study sat, I heard the door creak, and I pulled Dommic into the shadows. He cloaked us further with his smoky essence. As Patrick neared the top of the stairs, I smiled at Dommic with a nod, jumping out from hiding.

“Here’s Johnny, bitch!”

My father’s eyes blew wider than I’d ever seen them, raking over the blood on my clothes before stumbling backward. He scrambled up and ran back down the hall. Mad laughter tore from me like an explosion. After everything, he was a fucking coward.

“Hahaha! You can’t run, Patrick!” He picked the first door he got to and leaped inside the room, slamming the door behind him. “Oh, that’s the dumbest thing you’ve done yet!”

“Isn’t that?” Dommic smirked at me.

“My room.”

I stalked toward the door, trying the handle. He’d locked it, but I had an excellent master key.

“Dommic, be a dear, won’t you?”

With a flick of his hand, the door crashed inward, and I heard Patrick scream. Pushing inside quickly, I found him trying to open my window and climb down the building.

“Don’t you remember, Patrick?” I dashed to him, grabbing his hair and smashing his head against the wall. “You bolted that thing ages ago. No sneaking out that way.”

I let him fall to the ground, blood bubbling up and dripping down his forehead. Patrick crawled on the floor, dragging himself to my old vanity where he might find a weapon.

“Oh, were you working on your look? Allow me to help with that.”

Stepping around him and pushing my hands behind the large mirror that topped the vanity, I tipped the thing over on him, crashing makeup, stupid trinkets, and a large pane of glass over his back. The shattering sound screamed through the room as he was thrust to the floor.

Using the toe of my boot to roll him out from under the mess, Patrick stared up at me, expression crazed and wild with confusion.

“Why-Why are you doing this?”

I crouched next to him. “Hmm, let me see. Sold me, to that handsome piece of monster over there, in fact.”

Patrick looked over at Dommic, and terror filled his face, a stain quickly spreading down the front of his pants.

“Ha! I’d tell you to get your prostate checked, but we both know you aren’t leaving this room.”

Standing and pacing around him, I continued. “Where was I? Oh, right. Sold me. Had one of your quack doctors check my pussy every damn week, sometimes more, to make sure I was still your valuable virgin bride. Sent me to a mental institution for ‘delusional behavior’ when I told you I was assaulted by two guys from school as well as Father Trubiano. Regularly took out your stress on me when you’d had too much to drink. Subjected me to Mother. Did I forget anything?”

I stopped circling him, the broken mirror crunching beneath my feet, and looked down at him.

His face was an interesting play of realization, but there was something else. A minute relief. That I hadn’t mentioned something?

“What did I miss, Patrick?” I knelt between his feet, kicking them apart to give me more room.

He just stared up at me, fearful but silent.

“Now, now.” I held the tip of his shoe to steady his foot and stabbed through the hollow at the back of his ankle, slicing his tendon as he bellowed. “Secrets are mean. What should be on that list, Patrick?”

“The hospital!”

He tried to sit up and grab for his ankle, I punched him in the jaw, tossing him back down. I gestured at his arms for Dommic, and he quickly obliged, holding him down.

“What about it?” I repeated my severing on his other ankle, blood pouring into the pale pink carpet in a shock of contrasting color.

“Fuck! You fucking bitch!”

This time, Dommic stabbed down through his cheek with his claw, puncturing it cleanly.

“Watch your tongue. I’ve had quite enough of you both speaking to Amelia like that. One more outburst from you, and I’ll tear your tongue out and make you eat it.”

Horror doubled down in Patrick’s expression, and I smiled with my tongue to my teeth at my sweet monster man.

“Hospital?” I asked innocently.

“I told,” Patrick coughed around the blood in his mouth, “I told them to keep you quiet. I didn’t—Ugh! I wouldn’t hear your nonsense about the assault. It…”

Dommic glared at him, heightening the threat by digging his claws into Patrick’s forearms.

“It didn’t matter! San Domingo has always been like that!” He spat blood onto his chest. “You were still a virgin, so you needed to shut up about it!”

I bluescreened like a fucking broken PC for a moment, processing the information. When I came back online, I looked down at Patrick, my mouth open in a scoff.

“You believed me.”

Crawling up his body, I palmed my knife, flicking it open. I got to his chest, holding the switchblade with the point to his eye.

“You knew I was raped, and you just wanted to shut me up about it? Is that right?”

He shivered, unspeaking, so I slashed the knife through his face.

“Is it?! You had them fucking drug me until I was incoherent because you just didn’t want to hear it?! You lost me two years of my life, high and braindead and miserable, and you knew I was telling the truth?!”

True terror bloomed through his face as I lost what remained of my sanity at the moment.

“Please! Please, I’ll g-give you wh-whatever you want!”

I raised the blade over my shoulder, staring him dead in the eye, emotionless.

“I want my body back.”

Slashing the blade across his chest, Patrick screamed.

“I don’t want to feel weak anymore.”

I sat up taller, running another slash across the opposite side of his face.

“I want to watch as Dommic chows down on your heart.”

Stabbing down, I sunk the blade deep into his chest, sawing the long, thin blade through the muscle before tearing it free. Blood-curdling screams bloomed through the room like a rose in summer. The sound shook the walls of the empty house in the middle of a huge plot of private land.

Grabbing Dommic’s hand, I pulled it to Patrick’s chest. Using his grip, I sunk his claws into Patrick’s sternum and made him reach in for his ribs.

Dommic took the hint, letting me feel him as he tore the asshole’s heart free. The entire time, Patrick screamed and shook until shock took over his body, and blood gushed from his chest and mouth. Gouts of it flowed hard, soaking me and the floor beneath him.

As Dommic pulled the chunk of muscle from my dead father’s body, I let go of his hand, watching as he put it to his mouth and took a bite. Blood dripped down his chin, and I could feel the warmth of it coating my hand and wrist, and everywhere else it had washed over me.

Powerful rage, power in its raw state, pounded through my veins, and I wanted more. I wanted to feel my body explode beneath Dommic as he ravaged me, blood covering us.

Leaping over the body, I seated myself on Dommic’s lap. He grinned, that odd, smokey aura circling his black eyes. He slid a hand under my ass to lift me up onto the nearby bed, lying me back across the edge. I remembered how he’d eaten me out here, our first meeting.

“Little doll.” He shoved my legs apart, hiking my skirt up and revealing my bare pussy before holding the heart over it. “My unhinged little killer.”

I smirked, hungry, desperate for more.

Dommic’s long tongue began to snake from his mouth as blood dripped onto my slit. He squeezed, squirting more of the stuff over me, and then swallowed the heart down in a single gulp between his wide jaws.

Lowering his tongue between my legs, Dommic lapped up the slippery liquid before plunging his tongue deep into my cunt. I cried out as he twirled it inside me, finding every sensitive nerve and working it hard.

He fucked me with it until I came in a flood of wetness, and Dommic lowered his mouth to my pussy to drink everything up, blood and arousal.

Yanking his tongue back, Dommic pulled me to my feet and tore my jacket off, tossing it on the bed. His tongue danced over the blood coating my skin, and then he reached around and pulled the split neck of my tank around my breast.

His claw pierced the side of my breast as he squeezed, and I yelped before it quickly turned into a moan. Crimson slid down my side, and Dommic wrapped his other hand around my throat. He was so much taller in this form, and he could easily hold my neck as he leaned me forward, and his tail snaked around between my legs, collecting wetness before it thrust into me.

Dommic’s hard, muscular tail fucked me as thoroughly as his tongue, and then that slippery wonder was toying with my asshole as I cried out. Evil laughter boomed behind me as he choked tighter, fucking me with his tongue and tail, but I was desperate for that knotted cock.

“My dirty fucking slut. You like that?” Dommic swirled his tongue around the tight ring of muscle, driving his tail as deep into my pussy. “You like being defiled by your monster covered in blood, you fucked up little doll?”

I screamed against his fist as he stole my air, writhing on him as my pussy clamped down around him. I was already coming again, and the coppery smell of our slasher fest bloomed in my nose as I struggled to suck in air.

Dommic opened his grip just enough to let me continue. “Yes. Fucking destroy me, Monster Man. I want it all.”

“That’s my good little whore.” His tongue moved to my slit, sliding in along with his tail, and I shattered, stuffed full and throbbing. “You’re going to show me how much my filthy cunt can take.”

He rammed into me, fucking me with abandon as his tongue and tail took turns thrusting into me. I felt Dommic’s wings come down around us as my eyes pinched shut so hard it ached. They enclosed us, the tip of one digging into my hip to anchor me on my knees while the other shoved my head down to the bed.

Slipping from me for a moment, I whimpered as I was suddenly empty, but I felt his fangs on my lips, tasting the cum and blood, the rough edges of his horns dragging down my legs.

“I’ve always wanted to try this.”

I was about to ask what he meant when the blunt if pointed, end of his horn nudged at my entrance. Oh, holy fuck. Really? Oh, goddamn me to hell.

It pressed in, and Dommic fucked me with his horn as the other scratched across my thigh. The sensations were pinpricks of pain followed by seething pleasure as the edges rubbed across my walls. I had a feeling he could kill me if he moved in the wrong way, and being right near death was intoxicating.

Even better, I heard Dommic moan low, like his horns were as sensitive as his cock. Oh, that’s great.

He pulled back, that evil laugh dancing behind me again.

“Stroke.” His tail pulled my bloody hand between my legs, and I found his horn slick with my cum and rubbed up and down the ridged length.

“That’s my good fucking slut. Ugh, yeeesss.” His tail smacked my hand away, and the wing that held my head to the bed flexed. “Now this.”

I pulled my hand up, smoothing down the leathery surface of his wing. He shuddered around me, his tongue finding my cunt again, and I bucked into it as I ran my fingers over his gray wing, staining it with red smudges.

Dommic stood straight, his long tongue stretching to stay inside me, and then his tail was in my ass as the head of his erection forced its way into my already full pussy. It was an unbelievable stretch, and I brought the edge of his wing to my mouth, biting down until I tasted his black blood.

He roared behind me, shoving his cock all the way in, and I screamed. But the magic was already working, and his blood fueled me, opening me up for him all the better. Dommic didn’t pull his wing back either, and as I sucked, I stroked my hand down it, loving how it twitched.

Rough, desperate thrusts rocked me as Dommic claimed my ass with his tail and my pussy with both his tongue and his cock, that glowing knot of his pressing against my clit. His deathly sweet blood flowed into me, and I felt my body holding off the damage of his claws and taloned wing as they pierced my skin as it stretched for him.

I was a ravenous, mewling mess as I drank and fucked back against him. I was so close again, my orgasm burning in my clit and ready to break free. Dommic’s dick buzzed inside me, coiling together with his tongue like a twisted lollipop.

Tumbling over the cliff, I climaxed hard, and then Dommic pulled his tail free, rubbing it against my clit before shoving it in with his tongue and cock. I screamed out, blood dripping from my mouth as the stretch nearly broke me in half.

But I did it, my cunt impossibly full as Dommic pistoned his hips into me. The vibration of his shaft as it coiled and swirled with his tongue provided a blissful massaging sensation as his devil-like tail contrasted them with brutal, deliberate thrusts.

“Fuck!” I lapped up more of Dommic’s blood, but then he snatched his wings away to pin my head to the bed. “Ugh!”

My body was slippery and soaked as Dommic’s blood lingered on my chin while my parents’ decorated my chest and legs. Every extremity of his took what it wanted from my pussy, and I barely stand the overwhelming pleasure and pain.

“Look at that beautiful body of yours breaking around me. Such a good fucking whore.”

Cum flooded me as I came again and again. My father’s body cooled on the floor, I was covered in his heart’s blood, and my mother was dead and gone. It was exquisite.

Two monsters fucking into oblivion.

Dommic’s thrusts became relentless, driving me to a new level of sensation as I shattered further. I could feel him filling me to the brink, and his assaulting hips drove his tongue-circled cock deep as he used his tail in alternating strokes.

“Take it all, little doll. Your body is mine to use.” As his wing held my head down, Dommic circled my throat with his grip once more. “Break. I want to feel you quiver.”

Somehow he found more speed, and I came again, harder than I ever had before. Dommic roared, the rumbling of his deafening call matching the vibration of his cock. It drove me past all limits, and then he swelled before his orgasm tore through both of us like a rocket.

Warmth seared into me as he emptied himself inside me. His shaft pulsed as he shot that delicious onyx cum deep into my core. It overflowed, dripping down my legs as his thrusts stilled.

After the long release, Dommic pulled himself free, dragging his tongue up my slit before smearing his cum across my lips as he lifted his wings. Our tastes swirled together, and I drank down our evil as I caught my breath.

When I could, I stood up from the bed, admiring the deep red staining every surface of the stupid pink room.

“Perfection.” Dommic held my chin, his stare raking over the blood and sex covering me.

“Can you get that,” I pointed to Patrick’s body, “back to the house?”

“Of course.” He flicked his hand, and the body shimmered away. “We should, unfortunately, get cleaned up if we’re going for the boys next.”

“Hmm. You’re probably right.” I pouted playfully. “But I like dressing nice for you.”

“And you’ll do it again soon, little doll.”

“True.” I looked at the bit of blood staining the collar and wrists of my jacket. “Looks like I’ll be carrying some of it with me anyway.”

“Is that wise?” Dommic smirked as he cocked a brow at me.

“Late Halloween party. Fake blood is all the rage.” I smiled.

“Well, look at that. Your human traditions have a purpose, after all.”

I walked closer, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifted me up. “Take me home, monster man. I want to start phase two.”