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“Then how⁠—“

He doesn’t let me finish. In one blindingly fast movement, he hoists me up by the waist and flips me upside down. I cry out as the room spins around me, completely baffled at what he’s doing until his mouth latches onto my cunt and his erection bats against my cheek.

“Suck my cock,” he orders, the words whispering across my clit. Then he plunges his tongue into my slit, and I have no choice but to obey him. After all, he’s got his strong Hunter’s arms wrapped around my waist, dangling me right in front of his dick. I wrap my lips around his cockhead and suck him into my mouth, moaning as he kisses my pussy with all the intensity he kissed my mouth.

It’s absolutely overwhelming, being like this: upside down, the blood rushing to my head as I struggle to swallow Victor’s cock while he feasts on my pussy, fucking me with his tongue and nudging his nose against my inflamed clit. I cling to his thighs, licking and sucking on him, dragging him deeper into my mouth. I’m suspended in midair, and all I can feel is pleasure.

For a while, there’s only the wet, slurping sound of our mouths, the occasional moan of ecstasy—most of it from me. Victor eats my cunt like it’s his favorite meal, and it’s hard for me to concentrate on his cock. I keep moaning around it, letting it slip out of my mouth to just hang there as he drives his tongue across my slit.

He doesn’t like that, though. He jerks his hips in protest, his cock slapping wetly across my cheek. “Suck,” he orders, right before diving back into my cunt. And I do, as best I can. But being upside down is making me feel dizzy and out of sorts. His mouth is hot and urgent, and I squirm against him, relishing the feel of his weathered skin against mine, the tight, choking clinch of his arms squeezing me at my waist. I swallow him deeper even though I hardly feel like I can breathe.

Victor rewards that with a hungry, animalistic grunt—right before he starts sucking on my clit. Hard.

I shriek, the sound muffled by his cock. At this point, I can’t even do anything but hold his thick erection in my mouth as he worships my clit. My whole body shakes against him, and he tightens his grip, pinning me in place against him. I can’t breathe. My vision is dark and spotted from being upside down. The room seems to spin around, and my legs vibrate wildly on either side of his head. Victor never breaks his rhythm.

When I come, I give up any pretense of sucking his dick. I scream, his cock sliding out of my mouth in the process. With each pulse of my orgasm, I thrash against him, and he keeps eating me, his tongue scooping down into my cunt like he’s trying to lap up every drop of my pleasure.

“I’m going—going to pass out—” The sight of the floor below crowds in on the edge of my vision.

Victor grunts in acknowledgement but doesn’t stop his feasting, and his tongue keeps drawing out another quake of pleasure. I pant out my breaths, dizzy and almost afraid, but at the same time I think if he were to take his mouth away from my cunt I would kill him.

Then he walks forward, still eating me, like he’s trying to get me my second orgasm as quickly as possible. I whimper, hands flailing, completely at his mercy.

He could do anything to me right now, and I think⁠—

I think I would let him.

18

VICTOR

Penelope’s cum tastes like the ocean, which I have swum in only once in my life. That was a magical experience, the feeling of rising and falling on the waves, diving underwater to slice through the murk. But not nearly as magical as devouring an orgasm out of Penelope right after killing two humans.

I throw her on the bed, tossing her as easily as I might a split log. She lands with an oof and looks up at me with a dazed, unfocused expression. Her mouth is swollen and red, her bare chest flushed.

I step up to her, cock bobbing above her face, and she arches her spine to draw me into her mouth again. That wasn’t what I intended—I want to fuck her, want to bury myself inside her pussy until my blood finally calms down. But fuck, her mouth feels too good, as hot and wet as the blood that splattered across my hand earlier. She shifts forward, dropping her head off the side of the bed, and I straddle her face so I can pump my cock in and out of her mouth.

She takes my whole length like that, and I get a view of her trembling tits and spread legs and swollen pussy the whole time. The scent of her lust is overwhelming. That smells as sweet as the taste of her cunt was salty, and the sweetness thickens the harder I thrust down her throat.

I don’t want to spill my seed in her mouth, though. I don’t want to spill it on her tits, either. I want to come inside her womb. Want to fuck a Hunter baby into her belly.

The thought makes my balls tighten up against my body. Fuck, where did that come from?

I drag myself away from her, gasping a little. She stares up at me as one of her hands plays with her breast, her lips parted, eyes glassy.

“Don’t stop,” she pants.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

When she doesn’t move right away, I hoist her up, flip her over, get her in position. She moans, moving with me, although her movements are slow and boneless. I felt how hard she came earlier. I’m going to make her come again, even harder. I’m going to make her come so hard it’ll almost be like killing her.

Penelope displays her cunt for me, her legs spread wide, her spine arched. I crawl onto the bed behind her and line up my throbbing cock with her still-drenched cunt and slide it in with one firm, hard, stabbing stroke. She cries out, jerking back on me, throwing her head back.

“What were you doing?” she pants as I start to thrust into her with the same firm strokes I was using on her sweet mouth. “Outside?”

I grab onto her hips, holding her in place as I fuck her. “What do you think I was doing?”

I’m so sure she knows. This kind of fucking, it only happens after a kill.