I do the same to the other thigh, just a small nick in her flesh before licking the ruby-red droplets up until I reach her delicate slit. “Mercy does not exist here. This is the House of the Four Horsemen. But we please as well as we punish.”
I flip the blade into my palm and squeeze. Blood drips down my wrist as I slice into my own flesh. I press the steel hilt to her pussy. “I’m twice the girth of this handle. Let’s see how well you take this first.”
Her eyes widen as she gasps. “You’re going to stickthatinside me? Please, my lord. I cannot be defiled this way.”
I caress her belly as I insert the tip of the hilt between her folds. “I have forged this blade myself. It’s been cleansed in fire and soaked in moon water. And now it’s covered in my blood. An oath… and an old forgotten promise. Let me show you your own need.”
Her eyes roll back as I thrust it in farther. Her hips jerk, rolling up in response. “What is happening… why does that feel…”
I inch it in more, twisting it gently as her juices leak out. “Tell me how it feels. Beg me to stop if you must. But don’t fucking lie to me.”
Imogen pants as beads of sweat gather around her belly button. Her legs shake violently as she fights against every primal urge that claims her. She’s unraveling. Breaking.Opening.
“Tell me. I command it,” I repeat. Her awakening is stirring the killer in me. But it’s not her death that I want. It’s her submission.
She pulls at her chains as she writhes on the bed. “It feels… like I don’t want you to stop.” She turns her head in shame, tears of defeat and acceptance stream down her cheeks.
I thrust the hilt all the way in and watch in delight as her hips rise off the bed. Her mouth gapes open, forming a perfect O shape. And when I tap on that sweet, sacred spot deep inside her, a strangled cry unfurls from her throat.
His hand is covered in blood. I don’t know why he wouldn’t bother to sheathe the blade first. Although, deep down I know he’s a glutton for punishment as well. He craves the violence, the chaos, the absolute destruction of anything pure. But gods help me, for I am on fire, alight with need for the awakening that is rising in my core.
I gawk at his long hard cock, mesmerized by the jewelry that adorns it. I am gripped by a strange desire to run my tongue over each rung. And with each thrust of the hilt, I imagine those steel bars rubbing against my tender flesh.
I’ve only seen a man’s cock once before this night. I had the misfortune of stumbling upon a drunken soldier in the field just past our farm. He was relieving himself out in the open. I should’ve turned away, but I froze, fascinated by the shape ofhim. He smiled when he caught my gaze, continuing to piss on the dandelions while he stroked his shaft up and down.
And yet still I watched. It was only when he offered to slip it inside me that I shrieked and sprinted back to the house. I was frightened but also ashamed of wondering what it would’ve been like if I’d let him.
Death slaps my hip, leaving a bloody handprint on me. “Stop it, Imogen. I’ve been told that you like to escape into your mind. I won’t allow it.” He grinds the hilt in circles. The vibration invokes waves of spasms from deep inside and up to my nub. I cannot stifle the moan that flies past my lips. “That’s better. Right here is where you belong.”
The pressure builds, and I know that my release is coming. I clench around the handle of the blade and cry out. Tears stream down my cheeks as he presses against my belly, forcing me to let go of my iron grip. “Uhhh.”
His lip quivers. “Fuck… you are so perfect. So delicate. I want you so badly, but I must wait for the others.”
My stomach flips. I cannot imagine all four of them. Each one by themself has been brutal. I turn my head, ashamed to look upon my own body any further. “This is unholy.”
Death pulls the hilt halfway out, stilling it. He glares down at me with a look of disgust. “Is it? You must like unholy acts then. Or are you lying again? Because from where I sit, your cunt is so fucking wet with your own arousal, I won’t believe anything you say to the contrary.”
My pussy tingles from his teasing. I’m so close… “Please. I beg you.”
He leans over me and plants a soft kiss upon my lips. His tongue dips inside my mouth, and I can’t help but devour it. He tastes like honey and salt. I whimper as our tongues collide and swirl as one, our breaths hot and heavy.
“I’ve grown tired of your words. Show me how you want this,” he demands.
I glance between his face and the knife between my legs. “I don’t understand what you want me to do.”
He takes one of my nipples between his teeth and bites down. I yelp as a sharp pain shoots through my breast. But then a wave of euphoria flickers through me as his fiery tongue laps at the bite mark.
“I want you to fuck the hilt while I hold it steady. Roll your hips up and down, claim it like it has always been. Claim the part of you that you have forgotten and now try to deny.” He sits back on his heels, his gaze flickering with amusement.
I feel my cheeks heat. It’s one thing to have things done to me, but to participate? I am truly going to hell. But he won’t allow me to get out of this. He will continue to torment and torture me until I obey.
I grab onto the chains that bind me, using them as an anchor to lift my hips. My pussy swallows the hilt of the blade. Up and down I thrust and thrust until something comes over me, and I’m like a wild animal starving for food. I moan through clenched teeth as I take it all the way inside, clenching around it as I slide back down. “Oh, fuck,” I whine.
Death presses his thumb against my nub. “That’s it. Now you are being reborn.” He slides his finger past my pussy and rubs my taint. “Mmm, I love watching you fuck my knife like this in the flesh, and no longer just in my dreams.”
My orgasm bursts around it. I scream out and flail back and forth, riding every wave of pleasure that tears through me. I shut my eyes so tight, white stars appear on the backs of my closed lids.
“Gods, what have you done to me?” I say on a shallow breath.
