The first rumble of his call and she became unhinged.
The idea she’d be forced to endure it alone was too much, but to be made to respond was her breaking point. Nails scratching, she couldn’t reach his face, his hands, so she tore at her own skin. Ripping vivid crimson lines that painted her cold skin in blistering rivulets until he crushed her fingers in his grip. Shrieking her denial, nothing she did would stop this now.
The deep vibration was pressed against her splayed lips, his mouth covering her whole as he sucked and licked in greedy abandon. The first thin trickle of slick to answer him was met with something more a roar of victory, drowning out her desolate cry.
Mouth working, he urged more of the thick lubricant from her body. Growling, calling, forcing her to shudder and buck, to respond as overwrought nerves succumbed despite her horror and hatred. Her shame. Fouled and twisted, it worked its way through her, damning her as the nub of flesh Kahler paid such dedicated attention to swelled under his tongue. As it throbbed and ached when he drifted lower, spearing her with that same slick stiffness.
A mess of syllables flowed from between lips she gnashed raw. Incoherent as she begged, pleaded, and was denied. Raw sounds, miserable and broken, turned airy as her lungs worked like bellows. Sucking air in panting draughts as he worked her body against her with an expertise she couldn’t hold out against.
No matter the way her heart pummeled her ribs, breaths too fast, too shallow to give her a precious sip of oxygen. Her body wasn’t under her control as the sudden rush of heat burst from between her thighs. Crawling up into her middle, pulsing through her limbs as the monster above her forced her to succumb.
Pleasure slid up her spine, crackling with icy dread. The call unceasing as he dragged her unwilling body right where he wanted it. The steady work of his tongue against flushed folds couldn’t be ignored, ripened flesh straining for his touch. He sucked on her clit, pulling the pert nub between his teeth to nibble as his tongue worked it over in wild fits.
Forcing her higher. Shoving her before him up the rocky cliffside to where an oblivion she did not want awaited.
Tears flowed as thick as the sweet river between her thighs. Sobs ragged, they wrenched free of her chest as the bond hummed its contentment. It pushed her to strain up against his mouth, hips rocking in time to the steady pull of his intense suction. Warm bliss threaded through her veins with jagged fingers, crawling under her skin, sparking violent sensation. Made her scream in denial as the first delicate flutter of her sex tried to pull his tongue deeper. Thrust a pleading note into the sound that it was not what it should have been.
It tore through her when it came. Erupting in a series of explosions behind her scrunched eyelids. Vivid crimson, brilliant purple, and sickly green, it twisted through her body as she bucked and writhed by centimeters under his assault. The sounds erupting from her throat were feral. Tones of agony, grief.
It shuddered through her in wave after wave. Crushing her under the weight of bliss as it went on and on. The pain in her stomach amplified with each rapid contraction, burning through the drugged haze like smoke. Bond worming its slimy way deeper, dragging the too much sensations out, it forced her higher as he continued to play her body.
Shattered under the violation, the fresh hell destroying what little was left to her as a broken hum of bliss stumbled over raw lips, Quinn could only stare in a daze as he released her. Rising to his knees, sucking at swollen lips, his hands worked below his waist. Fist a blur, the other squeezing over the thick bulge of the forming knot, Kahler fixed his gaze on the swollen red flesh that he’d used as the means of her destruction.
The angry red of his crown slipped through the honeyed sweetness of her slick, pressed against the empty ache of her before he moved on to play at her clit. Rolled smooth flesh together as Quinn jerked and spasmed.
One last violent call to make her shriek. Make her writhe and fist the sheets as she struggled to present him with what made his eyes come alive with blistering heat.
The first wet splatter against her sex made her groan. The second, third, and fourth were too much. Jangling her nerves, overwrought synapses refusing to fire as she keened and squirmed. Forced down with his knee on her thigh, held still as he painted her thighs and pussy with pearlescent fluid until even he was panting in ragged bursts above her, arm trembling as he held himself aloft.
Quinn struggled for breath as she stared far beyond the ceiling and the sky beyond. Looking deep into the darkness of an abyss.
In a strange symmetry, Kahler fell to the side, mimicking her pose. Hand catching hold of hers, he threaded their fingers together. Ignored her flinching, the quiet whine, and forced her to remain still when she would have slunk away.
Wanting nothing so much as to hide, to crawl into some dark corner and lick her wounds, she was kept prisoner on the bed. The sweat coating her body cooled and chilled, tear soaked strands of her hair plastered to cheeks and brow as she begged for whatever blackness beyond the sex drenched room to take her. Swallow her up, take her down whole.
The creeping chill of numbness seeped over her as Kahler rolled into her side. It banked the pooling heat that still thumped against her lungs. It didn’t let her feel his fingers working their way through her hair, the feathering of kisses he showered her cheek with. There was nothing as he assaulted her lips with yet more, plunging inside of her, forcing her to open wide.
Hollow and yet still aching, she remained pliant under his touch as he purred and soothed. Murmuring words she couldn’t decipher through the gloom.
As always, she was denied the simple luxury of escape.
Shame shot up her spine, twisting around it in an ever tightening spiral. Jagged, piercing, it tried to rip her apart. Squeezing her stomach, threatening to crush the delicate organ as the thick taste of bile coated the back of her throat. Shuddering as Kahler nuzzled the thin band of scarred tissue above her neckline, she wanted to weep in thanks and bitter anguish as he pulled a blanket over her legs. Hiding her away, covering the humiliation that clung to her legs in sticky smears.
Closing her eyes, she shut away the sight of him so near. It required far more effort to pretend she didn’t feel his hand sliding low across the cradle of her hips, clutching the opposite side above the thin blanket. Shoulders so tense they ached with the brittle fragility of her composure, she felt him shift closer. Lips to her crown, he breathed in her scent, his purr a rattling discordance that clattered through her bones.
Entire eons passed behind the closed shutters of her eyes until his breathing grew deep and even. Lashes sliding wide, she took in the dim shadows. Swore to herself that whatever she imagined in the depths of malignant corners and the recesses of opened doors wasn’t there.
With more care than she could remember ever having displayed, she eased out from under Kahler’s weighty arm. Holding his wrist up between finger and thumb as if handling something foul, she worked her way free in what felt like hours.
Not until she stood beside the bed, quieting her panting and chattering teeth, did she dare look at the monster in blissful slumber. Hair in disarray against the pillow she’d abandoned, face serene with a faint smile on his lips. She wanted to scream. To bite and claw and kick.
She wanted to see his blood spill in a river that she could bathe in.
Muffling a jagged gasp with her palm when he twitched, the fine arch of his brows pinching for a stammering heartbeat, Quinn walked backwards with the mired crawl of a snail. Free hand feeling behind her for the chairs she knew were there, heart jammed high in her throat where it thundered and raced, she aimed for the door.
Trembling, icy fingers closed around the handle, turning it by minute degrees as pale grays remained fixed on the slumbering beast. Watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, the shadows crept closer. Seeking, evil claws of midnight curling around her limbs, paralyzing her, holding her in place just as the latch came free with a faint click.
“What’s wrong,” Kahler asked through a muddled vibration, equal measures of possession and protection.
