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He thrust it inside me, pounding it into my tight hole. I placed my feet on the chair and did the best that I could to thrust myself deeper and deeper onto it whenever I could. I loved the way it felt inside me, the fucking girth.
When he pulled it out of me, I whimpered. “N-N-No.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I have another for you.”
He set the dildo on the metal tray and grabbed a third dildo. After opening my speculum to the widest setting ever, he set the twelve inch dildo at my entrance and slammed it into me. My body jerked back and forth, another orgasm ripping through me.
“I’ve never had a patient quite like you,” he murmured, thrusting it in and out. “You can take any size that I give you, and you still want more. It doesn’t matter how big, how thick. All your sloppy little pussy wants is to be filled with cock.”
“M-M-More!” I cried. “I want to come again.”
“No more for you,” he said, pulling the dildo from me and leaving me completely empty.
The speculum still spread my pussy apart, and I clenched around it as hard as I could. “Please, give me more or let me out! I can’t handle the torture of being locked up like this any longer. I need to come.”
“You already have,” he hummed. “Many times.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I completely understand, Tamara. You’re a hungry whore for cock.” He stepped closer to me and drew his fingers up my inner thigh, chuckling low. “Did you think that this was all to please you? You’re just my test subject. Nothing more.”
“Let me out!” I cried. “Please!”
“We’re going to fill your cunt with cum that has been harvested from other patients,” he murmured, uncovering a gallon jug of white liquid on the metal cart. “And we’ll see how your slutty little pussy reacts to it. I’d bet your hungry cervix will swallow it right up.”
The Graveyard
CONTENT WARNING: SKELETON
Istood before the iron arbor gate at the entrance of the Black Bones Cemetery. A gray fog laid over the gravestones, the light from the full moon illuminating the heavy clouds. I sucked in a breath and stepped into the realm of corpses.
For only one night a year, Death could walk in the world unnoticed, his black cloak and scythe almost common amongst the children trick-or-treating and adults heading to Halloween parties. He didn’t need a disguise, not that he could even wear one anymore.
We could go anywhere in the world, but tonight he had asked me to meet him here.
Thousands of years had passed since he took his rightful place as the King of Death, the King of Darkness, of Hell itself. Thousands of years since the love of my life had been forced to leave me. Each year, we had one night together. One night that I would forever cherish.
“The goddess of life,” cold lips murmured against my neck from behind, the roll of his tongue so familiar. He brushed his boney fingers up my arms, sending shivers down my spine. “Just as beautiful as I remember.”
I twirled around to see the man–the god–dressed in a black cloak behind me, wielding a scythe, the metal blade glinting under the moonlight. “The King of Death,” I hummed, brushing my fingers across his tattered black hood to try to see his face.
Darkness swarmed around inside, his body nothing more than bones and mist.
“Do you want to know why I chose this graveyard this year?” he asked me.
“Why?”
He took my hand and led me to the rows of stones, then stopped at a small one that barely reached my mid-shin. A man who was just as weak as he was poor, the grave of a human whom I had found solace in this past year.
His name, Fredrico, was carved into the gravestone.
“Do you remember him?” he murmured against my neck.
“I could never forget the men and women that you take from me,” I whispered, running my fingers across the carvings in the stone, the rock grainy against my fingertips. “The souls of my creations that you steal daily.”
“But Fredrico is special,” Death said.
“He was never as special as you,” I whispered. “Nobody could be.”
