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I need to free her from this nightmare. Freeus.
As the minutes pass, her sobs soften. When she grows still and silent in my arms, I lean down to whisper in her ear. “There was nothing you could do for Atree. She made her own—”
My words are cut short as her lips land against mine. The gesture is so unexpected that I nearly pull back. Instead, I return the kiss, letting my mouth move against hers with intention. My hand reaches up, tilting her chin back and allowing me to deepen our kiss. Rika’s hands grip my shoulders as her kisses become more frenzied. I meet her wild energy, taking her lips eagerly. My arms wrap around her, drawing her close. Her sharp cry of pain saps the heat from my blood.
“What is it?” I ask, concern filling the spaces that were consumed with lust only moments ago.
“It’s nothing,” she breathes, and leans in for another kiss.
“You’re not well.” I carefully push her back and gently press my fingers near the damp area of her sweater. When I draw them back, they’re red with fresh blood.
“Don’t worry about it.” She struggles to pull out of my hold and fails. Yet another sign that something is terribly wrong.
“I am worried. Show me,” I plead, standing in the hot spring and bringing myself to tower above her crouched form. She sighs and looks down at the floor. I hook my fingers beneath the hem of her sweater and begin to lift. My movements are slow, cautious. She winces and I stop. After another deep inhale, she lifts her arms above her head, biting back a strangled cry. The sweater sticks briefly to the spot on her shoulder where old blood has begun to dry. I carefully peel it loose, eliciting another pained sound from her. She has no bra beneath, so as soon as the sweater is over her head, her torso is laid bare before me. Anger and shock swirl in my gut.
There are markings covering much of her body. Thin red lines run across her wrists, elbows, shoulders, waist, and neck. Some of the scars have healed. Others, like the one on her left shoulder, are quite deep.
“What did they do?” I barely recognize the rage in my voice.
Rika shifts uncomfortably on her knees. “It’s called Stringer’s Screams. They use a particularly strong type of web and string you up. The more you fight, the more the web tightens. It’s intended to cut into the flesh, causing extreme pain. I was lucky though. They released me before it severed anything. It looks worse than it is. I’ll heal after I drink.”
“Then why didn’t you drink in the feeding chamber?”
“Another one of my punishments. I was forbidden from joining in today.”
Those fucking monsters. My deepest desire at this moment is to seek out those cold-hearted women and rip them apart limb from limb.
“Drink now,” I command, softly gripping the back of her neck and drawing it toward my throat.
“Everett, don’t—” She struggles against my hold.
“You’re weak right now. How will you protect me if an Eater comes through? How will you keep me alive long enough to fight the sickness? I need you to be healthy and strong. Now drink.”
“But your blood. It’s not. I mean…” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Ever since we ran into Mei in the hallway, your blood’s been tainted with—”
“Fear,” I answer for her. She’s right. Even the few moments of kissing her before hadn’t been enough to wipe clean the pulsating terror that invaded my body when the Eater had been so close. “I can fix that. Lay back.” I reach for the top of her jeans.
“What? No,” she argues. “I have to please you for it to work.”
“Getting you off will fill me with more pleasure than you can possibly fathom.” I press a kiss to her lips, working my way to just beneath her ear. “Let me do this for you.” Her breathing picks up as my mouth explores her neck. Her skin is cool beneath my lips. She nods, giving in, and I grin against her throat.
I lay her back, carefully shimmying her out of her jeans. Her eyes are whisky moons, uncertainty filling them. My hands glide up her inner thighs, spreading them wide. This is the first time I’ve been able to take in her perfect body without being chained to the table or wall. My right hand traces higher to drag my fingers through her wetness. She gasps, back arching as I dip inside her. Despite the chill on her skin, her pussy is warm and wet. I add a second finger, and then a third, my cock hardening with every moan and gasp she releases. How long has it been since someone put her needs first? The thought of how many times she’s been used over the years to suck cocks and fuck at the elders’ behest makes me sick. This life wasn’t chosen, it was forced upon her.
Rika deserves more than that. She deserves pleasure, and I’m going to give it to her in spades. I bend my fingers, stroking until I find that small, rough spot. My wrist curves back and forth and Rika’s body arches.
“Everett,” she cries out, her hands running along her own body. She grips her breasts, kneading at the flesh as my fingers work her.Oh, she thinks this is good? She hasn’t seen anything yet. I lower my mouth to her pussy, breathing in her tangy, sweet scent. Something about the sight of her arousal mixing with my cum from earlier has me feeling fucking feral. My tongue brushes her clit and she practically hits the ceiling. I give it several deep swirls before moving away. Rika squirms beneath my touch. I slide my tongue up her seam, teasing her and avoiding her clit altogether. She bucks and writhes, her body inching lower. She rolls her hips, trying to guide me to where she wants me and I chuckle darkly.
“That’s it, show me what my girl needs.” I nip at her inner thigh, enjoying this flip in power. I’ve been at her mercy since I arrived. Now she’s at mine.
Rika yelps as my teeth graze her milky flesh again. She grinds against my fingers, seeking release. I bend over her pussy again, blowing a soft stream of air over her sensitive flesh. Her hips jut forward seeking my mouth. This is a game I’d like to explore further, but I suppose I’ll toy with her more another day.
She cries out the second I descend. I suck the pulsing nub into my mouth, working it with my lips and tongue. Rika’s breathing becomes erratic as she shoots toward climax. The sounds of her moans have me rock fucking hard and desperate to bury my cock in something.
Rika’s first orgasm crests, and I groan in satisfaction as arousal spills out around my fingers. I’m not claiming to be some sort of god in the sack, but I know my way around a woman’s body. Eating pussy has always been a particular favorite of mine. It’s a hobby that I’ve devoted a lot of time and attention to over the years. I dip my tongue lower, aiming to stimulate another part of her clit. The next orgasm has her legs slamming shut around my face. Her soft thighs quiver and shake as she rides out her orgasm with my fingers and tongue working in unison to give her the maximum amount of pleasure. Her body relaxes, and I gently pry her thighs open wide again.
“Everett...” she pants. “I—”
I don’t know what she was about to say, her words cut short as I feast on her dripping cunt again. Her fingers dig in my hair, tugging painfully. She uses the leverage to grind against my face, directing my tongue exactly where she needs me. The final climax is the most intense. Her whole body locks up, air stopping, moans falling silent as I lick her pussy, drinking her in like she’s the elixir of life itself. A final, guttural groan slips free as her body goes still.
