“Just kill me, I deserve death, I do—I do.” The way he whines is pathetic, but I will admit that I enjoy this far too much. Xera commented that I would become addicted, and warned if I became a serial killer she’d have to report me to the authorities.
I think my humor is rubbing off on her.
“I have a different view on death these days, I’m afraid. Death is peaceful, quiet and warm. You deserve the complete opposite of that, Lars.” I set down the plate into his lap, and he begins to squirm. It can fall to the ground and mix with his blood and piss, regardless, he’ll eat it.
After grabbing the free chair in the corner of the room, I come to sit in front of him. The plate only shifted a little, and I pick up, spread his legs and situate my knees between them so we are extra close.
“I want to see?—”
My backhand silences him before he can continue.
“You will never speak her name, do you hear me?” Popping my thumb against my palm, I run my tongue along the top set of my teeth. “We’ve kept your tongue in so feeding you won’t be a bitch, but don’t think I won’t. I’ll have tubes running up your ass to feed you for all I care. Do you understand?”
His shoulders drop as tears begin to fill his eyes.
“You cry like what we are doing to you is unfair…” I take the heart from the plate, and grip it, before putting it directly in his face. “What you did to my girl is unforgivable. The things you’re going to go through won’t be enough, so…” When he lifts his head, his expression is a storm—defeat wrestling with anger, each emotion battling for dominance, but neither winning. “Every time I come to take you apart, it will be worse than the last. So, consider this your introduction to my torture.”
Leaning forward quickly, I grab his short brown hair and yank his head back. He gasps, and in that moment, I begin shoving the organ into his mouth. “Take a bite, Lars, or I will force it all down and make sure you survive.”
He screams, and I push harder. It’s a natural reaction to attempt to close your mouth, so as he does he bites into the hard muscle of his own mother’s heart.
“That’s it…” I croon. “Taste your mother, and know I killed her because ofyou. For taking what was mine!” My rage filters through my words as he gags and heaves. As his lips close, I know he has taken off a piece. Before he can open to try and spit it out, I drop the organ and slap my hand over his mouth.
“Swallow!” I stand, kicking my chair back as I loom over him. “Swallow, you filthy fuckingdog. Eat that shit, because this will be your meal for the next few days. So get used to it.”
As he squirms under me, I can feel my cock hardening in my pants. Itisn’t from this, and while I am enjoying myself, it’s because a certain someone has woken up.
“Where did you go…”I’ve never attempted to tune into my shadow’s hearing. It’s difficult to see through their eyes unless they are in darkness. However, I’ve been testing out listening and while it is distorted, likely due to our distance, I can make out the words.
“You are with Lars, aren’t you?”I do hate her saying his name, which has me growling in frustration and accidentally tearing out the Hybrid’s hair in my grip.
“Did you direct your shadow to put your cock in me when I woke, because—”Her damn moan vibrates my brain and I release a frustrated sigh.“Oh fuck, Kai?—”
“We are going to need to hurry this along.” I refocus in on Lars who, not surprisingly, has thrown up. I’ve kept his mouth closed but it is seeping not only through the thin space between his lips but also his nose. “I need to get back to my woman, but first, let’s bring her a gift—hmm?”
I had to direct my shadows to stop fucking her or else I was going to come in my damn pants. While I could have thrown that in his face, he passed out not too long after swallowing a few more bites of his mother. I didn’t leave my little demon hanging on the precipice, I had three of my shadows tongue-fucking her holes until she came.
Oh, what a symphony that was to listen to.
Pulling up into the driveway of the cabin, I slide out of the car and make my way inside. The door’s unlocked, and I’m graced with the most perfect view of my little demon. She’s completely naked, leaning over the kitchen island, tossing a grape into her mouth.
The sound of nails pulling at fabric has me turning my attention to see Mister stretching out on the back of the couch. His bright yellow eyes catching mine before he jumps down and circles toward me.
“I do hope you brought me back something.”He steps between my ankles, rubbing against me as though some normal feline.
Rolling my eyes, I look up to catch Xera peeking over her shoulder at me. Although it’s hidden, I can see the very edge of her lip curled up in a smile. Her long black hair is down, pulled over the opposite side of her. As I trail down to her ass, her tail is curling up. It’s like it reacts to my gaze, just like when I stare at her nipples and they get hard.
“I stopped to get you some of those treats you like.” I shake the bag in my hand and continue through the living room toward the kitchen.
“So domesticated of you,” Xera purrs. “And me?”
“Yes, as if I could ever forget.” As I get to her side, I place the bag onto the counter and immediately grab around her waist. “Fucking my shadows while I’m out torturing, how dare you,” I tease.
I’ve said it before, but I’d chase her smile to the ends of the world if I had to.
Humming as she moves her arms over my shoulders, her fingers coming to lace through my growing hair. I’ve got my shaved side back, but it’s going to take time to get it to the length I once had it. She loves it, so I promised to never cut it again.
“You left me with three of them, what was I supposed to do? Plus, not my fault they were all hard.” She yelps as I grab under her ass and hoist her onto the counter.
