Page 98 of The Cannibal

I pulled her head into it, withholding any movement of my hips so I could see her.

Her eyes clenched shut, taking whatever I gave her.

“Open your eyes,” I gasped, “I want to see the tears.”

Her tongue blocked the back of her throat to prevent choking, and her glassy eyes stared up at me. Just the visual of my cock slipping past her lips, her hands up on my thighs as I used her mouth . . .

That was it, I wasn’t lasting.

I came all too quickly, holding her head fully on it as I spilled into her mouth.

“Good girl,” I groaned, waiting for the pulses to stop releasing completely.

Who needed stress management when you had this little slice of heaven.

I pulled out; one of my spines on the underside caught her bottom lip.

She flinched, and I released the grip on her hair. She spit onto the ground, the cum mixing with droplets of black.

“Alina . . .” I cleared my throat.

She looked up at me, a cut down the middle of her lower lip.

“I’m sorry⁠—”

She grabbed my leg and sank her fangs into my thigh.

The outburst was enough to knock me back, the trousers bleeding black when she released me.

“Are you insane?” I hissed at her.

When I tried to get up . . . I couldn’t.

The feeling in my leg was going quickly. When I tried to hobble up, she crawled forward. I used my good leg to kick myself backward until my back hit a tree trunk.

The whites of her eyes were black, her icy irises so much more intense. A light clicking chittered through the air, getting more and more intense as she stared. Her mouth was open, panting, letting the blood drip out.

She crawled to me, placing one hand on each thigh.

God, this woman.

I couldn’t even hide that my cock was quickly hardening again.

Her lips came close to mine, her blood and mine mixing in her mouth as it dripped on my vest. The chittering in her chest softened, so tenderly. She brushed her bottom lip across mine, then I opened my mouth for her as she captured it in a benevolent kiss.

Was this what it was like to see a God? To experience something so profound you dedicate your earthly life to it? Or perhaps to scare you so terribly that you believed you’d seen the opposite, yet still choose to worship it all the same.

Alina straddled my lap, and I was ready for her. Just the soft gasp against my mouth when she used my cock made me want to never leave.

My hands covered her waist as she sat down, thrusting her hips as her kiss deepened. Between her tongue and the force, I thought she might begin to eat me next.

With a settled grip on her hips, I rocked her back and forth.

I bent my good leg, using the slight leverage to bounce her so her legs wouldn’t tire.

Being buried in her was almost distraction enough from the fact my other leg was paralyzed. I think the fear was doing it for me the most. Though there was less of the initial concern, since I could feel the sensation returning, the sting of the bite mark already more present.

“You are so . . .” I breathed between kisses, “fucking . . .” I flinched when she took my bottom lip between her teeth, “terrifying,” I mumbled, as she sucked on it.