Heart in my throat, I ask, “Is she alive?”
“She is unharmed. I think it’s best to keep her in the cavern, then we talk.”
“W-what’s happening? I feel like I’m going crazy.”
I look down at my hands, and they are coated in purple goo. The veins on my wrists aren’t bluish green, but they are a horrid black.
“What did you put inside me, Datu?”
“It is best you forget for now, my sweet dreamer.”
I blink hard, but never open my eyes again. It’s not because I don’t want to.
I just can’t.
Datu
I am not a liar. Not at all.
Although I tend to sweep many things—sometimes too many—under the metaphorical rug. I criticize Xiaoyu for her avoidant attitude, fully aware I am a hypocrite.
I have put Xiaoyu to sleep while I see to the other human female. Her name is Sunshine Savino. One of the many girls promised to Esoterra. The guardian who had been tasked to feed her carries her away. She doesn’t need to be so close to us anymore. A proper provider will come for her soon. One who isn’t infected like Lakan.
The best thing about the guardians is they do not need instructions. They know what I need them to do, and it’s to keep her far, far away from Xiaoyu.
I’ve said many things about following the natural order of things, and as the god of void…of chaos, it is simply in my nature to wreak havoc even when it isn’t my desire. Like fate, this state of mind removes accountability and personal agency. It’s not a thing I am capable of feeling. I can thrive in its absence.
Cleaning Xiaoyu’s body is a thing I take pleasure in doing. After washing her, my fingers slip into her mouth. It’s hot, moist inside. The mixed smoothness of the roof of her mouth, and the sharpness of her teeth is a danger I want to revel in.
My cock drops from the trap once more and I squeeze it around the base. It’s a terrible feeling being so wanton, so reckless for a female. Awoman. Using my fingers inside her mouth, I part her lips, spread her mouth wide to slip myself inside.
My skin is ablaze as soon as my head hits her tongue. Her teeth scrape over the bells, creating friction I cannot fathom. Being inside her mouth is not the same as being in her pussy. In the latter, I am risen. Ascended.
In her mouth? I am in agony. The throbbing of my cock is something that cannot be ignored. My hips buck, pushing myself deeper into the hellscape. Her mouth distends to accommodate me. Back arching, I grab her hair and inch deeper until her eyes flutter open.
“Sssshhh, go back to sleep. Let me enjoy you.”
I hate the fact that I love it more when her eyes are wide open like this. Shock, confusion, fear filling in the gaps of her memory. She places her hand on my thigh, but it’s not to stop me. Her eyes water the more I thrust.
Slowly, her eyes beg.
It just fuels something else inside me. There’s no certainty where my equivalent of hell is, but I know I am not beyond falling from grace. Her nails dig deep into me, and my head tilts back. Sweet, ruinous torture. I keep her still as I descend further into damnation.
“Your mouth…”
There’s a sharp slicing sound and when I look down, Xiaoyu has a knife in her hand. She has stabbed it onto the side of my thigh, and before I can pull away, she bites down on me.
Hard. Mercilessly like I am a silly little root crop.
She’s feral as she thrashes her head around with my cock in her mouth. The pain is still comatose—I am too bewildered for it to register.
God’s balls! With a furious snarl, I buckle and pry her jaw open. With great effort, she does. There’s cum and saliva dripping from her mouth before spittle projectiles toward my face. It lands with a loud smack.
I pull away, wiping it from my face, but she’s quick as she removes the dagger to stab me repeatedly. It is unhinged how she lances every part of my body she can reach. Least to say, I am taken aback.
My sweet, mild-mannered dreamer stalks like a ravenous predator. She slashes the knife in front of me, quick and unpracticed.
“Who the fuck are you?” She growls through gnashed teeth.
