Page 33 of You Only Die Twice

He cuts me off, his eyes boring into mine. “We’re in Russia, Printsessa. Deep in the snowy tundra. What do you even think is out there for you to eat? Because I can assure you, no animal ventures near my keep. And don’t you even fucking think about rats because this place is immaculate. No vermin would ever dare defile it with their presence.”

“A - a polar bear? A moose? I don’t fucking know. There has to be something. A pet store nearby? I don’t know!”

As if I’m in a morbid version of good cop, bad cop, Jackson eases his way in between us, his movements slow, as if not to further stir up Luka’s wrath. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable. He smiles down at me, and it’s pitying. I detest it.

“I understand. It’s difficult at first, but you’ll get used to -.”

“What?” I interrupt. “I’ll get used to taking a life? Of killing someone so I can live? I’m obviously not like you. I’m not a monster!”

“Oh. Oh, but you will be, Pishcha Dlya Bogov. I can guaran-damn-tee you that you will be. You think I was going to let you kill this snack? She’s one of the girls that works upstairs. She’s far more valuable to me alive than dead, but now, now that you’re becoming defiant, as if you have any say what so fucking ever, she will die. Her death will be on your hands. Know this.”

He pauses for a moment and looks over at Jackson. “Hold her down. I don’t want her interfering.”

“No!” My scream is cut short by Jackson’s grip as he wraps his fingers around my mouth, pulling me into his lap. “Shhhh. The first one is hard. But after that, you get used to it. I promise.”

Tears stream down my face as I look away, not wanting to see what Luka is doing. How was I supposed to know that feeding wouldn’t kill her? No one told me that. They just left me in here with her as if it was some sort of test…. And I obviously failed.

The rattling of chains prick my ears, then the sound of her screaming. I cringe, burying myself in Jackson’s chest. Over and over, her screams pierce my ears. I can’t take this. I can’t do this. Why is he forcing me?

“Why? You fucking want to know why?” There’s no mistaking the burn of anger as Luka lectures me. “Because you have to feed. You won’t die without it, but you’ll slip away from us, caught in a world that’s worse than living. It’s a hellish nightmare that you will never be free from. And Jackson and I will have to experience it with you.”

There it is. The selfishness underneath it all. How very Luka.

Jackson grips my chin and forces my face up to him, his brows drawn together. “It’s not selfish. We can’t survive without you. I can’t speak for Luka, but I would die if you were to leave me. If anything, you’re the one being selfish.”

“Bring her to me.”

The scent of blood slams into me, robbing me of my breath. My mouth waters as I study every individual note. It’s coppery with an underlying crispness. Like fall apples on a cold day. It smells of bonfires and pep rallies, bringing back memories I must have suppressed. I finally look over at Luka, his pale skin covered in droplets of blood.

My stomach clenches as I stare at him, both loving and hating him in that instant. He is, in fact, the devil and has no problem dragging me down to hell with him. He beckons me, his fingers curling up as he motions for me to come to him. Jackson leans down, his breath stirring my hair.

“Either you go to him, or I will make you go. I can assure you, you will prefer going under your own power.”

Sliding off Jackson’s lap, I inch my way forward, still refusing to look up. The blood is coming from somewhere, and I know its origin. I can still hear her screams, though they are muffled now as if she’s gagged or something. Desperation drives me forward, the need to feed. She’s already injured. What’s the harm in enjoying what’s being offered?

As soon as I’m close enough, Luka yanks me down, forcing my mouth onto his body where the blood converges, groaning as I lap at him. The taste explodes on my tongue, and my licks are hurried, frantic as I take in every drop. Once Luka’s clean, he forces me onto my back, laying me against his chest.

The girl hangs above me, hooks in her back, suspending her from the ceiling. It’s from the wounds that the blood drips down, sliding over her skin, painting her crimson before dropping down onto me. I want to scream. I want to apologize, to beg her for forgiveness, but all of that is shoved out of my mind as Luka grips me tight and surges deep inside me, filling my ass with his girth.

I do scream then, but it’s not from the terror at watching the life leech from the girl’s eyes. It’s from being so utterly filled. My pussy clenches as he pounds into me, forcing his cock past the tight ring of my ass. As with the last time they took me, I can feel the tearing, the ripping of my skin as he owns me, but I’m beyond caring. It feels amazing, like I’m being broken apart all over again.

Jackson saunters forward, his stride lazy as he walks nearer, ignoring the blood as it drips onto my lips. He settles in between my thighs and pushes them backward, nearly folding me in half.

My eyes shutter closed as the angle squeezes me about Luka, making him feel almost double the size. Groaning, I let him pummel me, trusting in their strength, in the fact that I can heal. I can enjoy them ripping me apart because it doesn’t mean forever.

Jackson slaps my pussy with his cock, and I spasm, needing him in me, filling the empty space. He reaches forward, his fingers forcing themselves past my clamped lips, prying my teeth apart, even as he surges forward.

Blood drips onto my tongue, filling a frenzy in me that only they can satisfy. I no longer hear the pained cries of the woman. Instead, it’s my own grunts and groans as the two slide in and out of me in a delicious tug of war. Jackson keeps my mouth open, refusing to allow me to deny the gift they’re bestowing on me.

With them forcing me, it doesn’t feel as bad. I’m not the one feeding on her. They’re making me do it. This small lie helps the bitterness of her blood as it slides down my throat, filling my stomach. My body clenches as my orgasm hovers, just out of reach. Though they’re both fucking, me, it’s as if they’ve angled themselves to where they get the most pleasure while teasing me with the hopes of completion.

They both cry out, their cocks swelling impossibly large. With both of them stuffed deep inside me, I’m unable to hold back anymore, but instead of the orgasm crashing through me, it’s barely there, not even enough to take the edge off. If anything, it makes me crave that release even more.

Instead of seeing to my needs and pleasure, they yank out, spilling their seed on the ground, leaving me there with the young girl as she begins to cry even less. She doesn’t have much longer, but still, her life-giving blood flows to the ground, intermingling with their cum.

Unable to stop myself, I lap it up, cum and blood intermingled. It’s an ambrosial concoction I never even dreamed I could want. Before, when we were both still human, Jackson’s cum tasted better than average but still contained notes of bitterness. Now, it’s like spun sugar, cotton candy settling on my tongue like snowflakes before melting away. Adding in the blood sets everything off with its acidic flavors, keeping the cum from being too overwhelming.

They leave me there, debased as I continue to lap. But this is what I wanted, right? To be their little cumslut? They’re still seeing to my needs, just in the most humiliating way possible.