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“You like that?” I rasp.
“Fuck,” she replies, her voice quivering with need. “You have no idea how much I like it.”
“Then show me,” I demand, setting a hellish rhythm with my thrusts. I’m fucking her hard and deep and she’s so tight, she feels like an inferno. I scrape my taloned fingers across her flesh and she whimpers as she shudders from head to toe, a small orgasm washing over her.
“I feel you inside me. I feel you swelling when you take me. Throbbing when you pierce me.” She punctuates every sentence with a sharp thrust of her hips.
“I want you to feel me,” I growl back. “I want you to feel my claws on your skin. I want you to feel the points of my needle nails as they break through your barriers.”
“Yes,” she hisses through gritted teeth.
I drag my sharpened nails across her breasts, leaving behind red marks that raise in anger. They’re not deep enough to bleed, and even though I know that I’m only hurting her in a superficial way, I know that it’ll be real. I know that she’s feeling what I’m doing at a visceral level.
I slide my right hand between her and my body, around my cock so I’m gripping the base and watching as she bounces on it. My thimbles break the skin so that pinpricks of my blood mingle with hers. It’s almost my undoing. I use my left hand to take her chin and turn her to face me.
“Come on, little girl.” I jerk my hips, driving deep into her. “Shake for me. Fuck my cock with your tight little cunt. Make yourself come around me while I make you bleed.”
I grab her breasts as hard as I can, the metal tips sinking through her flesh like a hot knife through butter, my tongue laving at the blood that immediately begins to flow from her wounds. She tilts her head back and screams as the walls of her pussy convulse around me and it’s too much.
I let go of my control, thrusting up into her, taking her weight on my shoulders. I dig my claws into her hips and roll my pelvis so that I grind against her clit piercing. My cum shoots out of me, and every pulse of my cock makes her cunt clench and her body spasm in response. Her cunt splinters around me, and I drive up into her one more time, feeling her pussy pulse in orgasm around my dick.
I refuse to let her collapse when she’s done.
“No,” I groan and take a handful of hair. I pull her head back and press my mouth against her neck.
“What?” She seems confused, so I thrust up and grind my groin against her clit as I bite down and feel her flesh give way to my teeth.
“Oh god, oh god,” she pants and her eyes roll back in her head as I begin to suck. My cock is still hard, I still need more.
She stiffens and I know she’s on the edge again.
“Come again, princess,” I order roughly, flicking at the needles that still remain in her breasts. “Come for me.”
She screams as she comes, her pussy clenching down on my cock as if it’s trying to keep me inside her for good. I thrust two more times and then I’m coming again too. I empty myself inside her, my hips jolting against hers as I force her to take every last drop this time. I grip her hips hard enough to leave bruises as well as the cuts, but I don’t care. I’m barely able to keep my hands off her. I reach up and tug on the needles and her scream is muffled against my shoulder. The sight of her beautiful skin threaded with my needles as she throws her head back in ecstasy is too much.
I’ll never tire of this,I think as I close my eyes and imagine her pregnant and bleeding for me.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I rasp. I really fucking love her pussy. And I hate myself for it. I fill her with everything I have, then slump back against the bed and breathe hard.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out, just as a fist hammering on the door startles both of us.
“If you two fuck birds have quite finished,” Honeymonster calls through the door. “We’re due in hell.”
I lift Kayla off my lap and mourn the loss of her slick heat when my cock slides out of her. She winces when I put her on her feet, and satisfaction blooms from my chest. I told her I’d make her sore.
“What happens now?” she asks, nodding to the needles in her breasts.
“I remove them, and then we get cleaned up,” I tell her, pulling off the thimble-claws and dropping them into the tin. Everything in there can be sterilised or replaced later.
“Will it hurt?” she asks eagerly, making me laugh.
“We don’t have time, little princess. But if you ever want to experience this again, just come see me.”
I’ll find a way to have her again. My body aches with my need for this girl again already.
“I’d like that,” she says softly.
“Good,” I say, swiftly removing the remaining needles from her breasts and labia without an ounce of care. Kayla closes her eyes and moans, testing my resolve to get out of here and to therapy.
