Page 244 of Coal Hearts

So aware of everything.

Every slide and slip. Every ripple and flutter. Every grunt and gasp.

No thoughts. No ethics. Nothing to ruin the absolute perfection of this moment.

So many layers of freedom.

So many levels of release.

Ah fuck.

That word triggered another release.

One that’d haunted me since the moment I’d first punctured Ily’s virgin skin.

Blinding, brutalizing pleasure shot down my spine and curdled between my legs. Tighter, stronger, it festered in my belly, snarling to obliterate.

I held off for as long as I could.

I rode Ily for as long as possible.

I never wanted to leave this nirvana.

But as Ily struggled and her voice once again slipped into a language I couldn’t understand, I was no longer the Master but at my monster’s mercy.

My shoulders rolled. My breath caught. My entire body quaked with sweet, savage agony. I roared as my balls tightened, cock thickened, and jets of crippling, consuming rhapsody shot out of me.

Ily cried out as I spilled inside her.

Her eyes closed as I jerked and shivered in the throes of the best fucking orgasm of my life.

I couldn’t breathe as I kept twitching, totally consumed with how liberating it was to come with blood on my tongue and truth in my twisted heart.

All other climaxes paled.

None of them ever granted me such transcendent peace.

As the last pulse of my pleasure subsided and I focused slowly on the room full of a thousand dead creatures, I froze, just for a second.

A familiar second.

One where my tongue turned sour, just waiting for nausea to pounce.

I tensed against the noxious sickness that always made me pay.

But...nothing.

Blissful, wonderful nothing.

For the first time in my godforsaken life, my stomach growled for a different reason. Not to throw up the awful things I’d done but to fucking celebrate.

Hunger shakes caught me unaware.

My body chose that exact moment to make me stumble beneath starvation.

With a grunt, I withdrew from Ily and tripped away from the cross.

Keeping her eyes on the floor, she drew her free leg to her other, contorting her body to an uncomfortable angle as she crossed her ankles and snapped her thighs together.