8. Is this the spice you want?

8

Is this the spice you want?

Camila

I whine, attempting to take my frustration out on the cop, but Demetri holds my hips in place. "Be a good girl and say you understand."

My pussy weeps desperately from the way his tone drips with authority.

"I do." My words are shaky, my thighs squeezing needily around the waist of the mumbling cop.

But I've blocked him out, his anguished sounds are nothing but background noise. Now, it's just me and Demetri again.

"I love you so much," I exhale, feeling a hand move from my hip to my breast.

With my next moan, I lean back, finding his body already there, his chest pressed to my spine. His hand quickly moves from my breast to the zipper, and with a smooth tug, it comes down. Demetri's touch is on me once again, scorching hot against my skin, exposing me as he pinches my nipple between his fingers. My cry comes out like a song, harmonious and perfectly in tune with the misery of the pig beneath me.

"Please," I beg. "I need you…everywhere."

As if relishing in my torment, Demetri chuckles, his fingers moving south. "Fuck." His words are hushed in my ear, just for me. "You're so wet, Darkling."

I whimper, grinding hungrily, pinning his fingers between my cunt and the cop. "I want you so badly. I need you. Please don't make me wait." Just the thought of it is enough to make me want to explode.

"I told you not to start something you couldn't finish in the closet, didn't I?" he asks through clenched teeth, pinning my wrists behind my back with his free hand, the other continuing its wreckage between my legs.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven," The man prays under his breath, shutting his eyes tightly.

Demetri's fingers rub, never slowing, never stopping, and within minutes, I'm shattering at his command again.

"L-lunatics!" the miserable asshole beneath me spits out halfway through my orgasm.

"Your cock says you like looney tunes." I smirk, feeling a wave of pride from it rising beneath me.

He tries to spit at me, but it lands next to me. Before I even register what's happened, Demetri has already reached over and sent his fist against the cop's face once more. Three teeth fly out, and I hear one bounce down a few steps.

"You keep that filthy cunt away from me, you crazy whore!" His protests only further encourage me, and soon, my grinding is nearly uncomfortable, my arousal wet against the fabric of my jumpsuit and the next orgasm claws at me for release.

"Please, baby," I implore. "I need more, something, anything." I'm practically crying, desperate with need, my body on fire.

Every inch of my flesh is sensitive, heightened by my last orgasm and drenched in visceral anticipation for more. I feel soft lips at the crook of my neck, my gasp loud, but when I turn to look, the mask is fully covering his face again. His hands are steady, working quickly to slip the jumpsuit off my shoulder.

There's no wind, no chill in the air, but it feels like it. My nipples become ten times harder as I help him remove the rest of my clothing.

"Don't fucking touch me!" The guard squirms frantically as I lower onto him once more.

"He's really yappy." I sigh. "It's gonna be impossible to get anything done with all that distraction.

The man shouts as Demetri's hand squeezes his cock underneath me while his other hand holds my ax up to the guard's throat. "If she can't use your dick, then there's not a lot of use left for you. Understood ?"

But he doesn't stop. Instead, it somehow fuels him to scream louder, shouting for help into the stairwell. I grab the ax from Demetri's hand and plunge the wooden butt of it into his mouth.

There's only choking now, spurts of air and wet somethings coming from him. The relief from the noise is immediate, like when you get those ads on your phone for the little green noise. So fucking soothing. I make use of the moment by dropping the ax again and lining his semi-hard cock up with my entrance.

It's unimpressive, but that's not a shocker. I'm spending every day getting railed by Godzilla; it's only natural everything else looks like the insurance gecko in comparison. I drip all over him regardless, though it has nothing to do with the man under me.

Demetri holds me to his body, positioning me just right so the guard's cock slides inside me in one, smooth stroke. We both groan together.

"You're disgusting," I cackle at him. "Getting off to getting raped."

Demetri rolls my hips, the friction delicious as he bounces me up and down the cop's length. "If he didn't want it, I bet his God would have stopped it."

"It's not enough. Please." I sound like I'm crying, and it's because I feel like I'm about to unravel. No part of this half-sized chub is doing anything for me, and every inch of me burns to be satisfied by my man. "I need you." I finally tell him the words I know he has been waiting to hear.

"I'm yours." It's low and soft in my ear—just for me, just for us.

In total contrast, he's hard, flipping me around reverse cowgirl with no regard to the other man inside me. His praying is muted by our heavy breathing, my moaning, and the sound of us colliding together.

Harkins holds me in his arms, and I'm desperate to kiss him, to feel closer in any way possible. I'd devour him if I could, eat him piece by piece if consuming him meant knowing him better. I feel a sudden emptying inside me, but the shock is brief as Demetri moves the man's cock from my cunt to my ass.

It glides in, drenched in my sticky arousal as I lower all the way down. I moan approval, Harkins making magic with his fingers as he rubs circles around my clit, keeping every nerve ending on fire, never letting my pleasure flicker out. There's no burn, no stretch. I'm so used to far wider things in there these days, but still, it's a satisfying sensation.

I lick my lips under my mask, knowing the best is yet to come. The head of Demetri's fat cock pressing against my swollen cunt is only a warning. I instinctively squirm back, the only ounce of fear I've yet to feel all night.

His hand moves to the back of my neck, holding me in place and keeping me from inching away. He chuckles, "Where do you think you're going?"

He pushes that monster inside me, and finally, there's the familiar burn I'd been starving for. His head isn't even all the way in yet, but I can feel it struggling to squeeze inside with another man's cock buried deep in my ass. "Shit," I hiss, clawing at whatever I can beneath me.

"Stay right here." Demetri hums in my ear, and with a firm grip on my hips, he slams his cock inside me.

My head goes numb, rays of lightning striking in my vision, my body shaking at just the feel of him sheathing himself inside me. He's always so goddamn thick, so fucking hard, just so much . "I can feel you everywhere." It comes out between pants.

"Good. I'm going to carve my name into your soul." He slides his hand over the side of my head, raking his fingers through my hair. "I want to be so far inside you that I change your composition. I love you, Darkling."

His voice is shaky, breaking and raspy.

"W-what's wrong?" It's not like him, and I'm immediately alarmed.

My hips slow, but he doesn't stop thrusting.

Instead, he shakes his head. "I've been trying to find it for weeks now."

"Find what?" I'm confused, trying to stay focused on what he's saying, but every time Demetri's cock ends up fully inside me, I forget the last sentence.

"The right time, I think? The right place? The perfect moment." He laughs in disbelief. "I've been a nervous wreck trying to figure out how to make it magical, make it just right for you, because it's what you deserve." He pulls back almost the full length of his cock, my mouth watering in anticipation for how good it'll feel when he plunges inside me again. "But every moment with you is magic. From the most mundane nights, when we're driving in your car with The Used on repeat, to right here right now, with your pussy stretched over my cock and your ass filled with half-dead dick." It twitches inside me at being summoned, but aside from that small sign of life, it seems our guy is less than participating.

"I don't know what you're saying." I reach for him, a silent plea to fill me back up again.

"Marry me." He slides the mask up his forehead before he pulls the ring out of his pocket.

Every ounce of oxygen leaves my lungs.

Two little words.

My whole world spins under me.

"Be with me, in the deranged and in the sane. We do it together. To the end."

Spending the rest of my life with Demetri Harkins is the easiest decision I could ever make. "Yes," I whisper, sliding my mask up, "to the end, beloved." Our teeth clash from the force of our kiss.

He buries his cock to the hilt, my moans echoing down the stairs with every slam of his hips. My core tightens, the need growing so suddenly, I'm unprepared when it erupts. I tremble in his hold, clenching as I choke both of their dicks between my thighs.

Demetri grunts through his climax, burying his head in my breasts as he spills every drop of cum deep inside me before moving again. He's still hard, still going, the heat of the moment and every heightened emotion driving us both mad with desire.

"I need more lube," I tell him. "Slice his throat." But then I feel a burn at my scalp and my head is pulled back. Before I can acknowledge the pain of the pig yanking my hair, he's already released me. No—his hand is still very much in my hair, it's just no longer attached to his body. His scream is feral, the blood spraying out around the ax still buried into the floor where it severed his arm.

"Ahh!"

His eyes go wide, a horrified expression staining his face, the color draining from it fast.

Demetri lifts the ax off the floor, the blood gushing at a much faster pace as it pools beneath the guard. Officer Dumbass isn't able to do more than let out a few strained moans; he's out in less than thirty seconds. Live amputation is nothing like the movies.

Lava pools at my core. Demetri is still fucking me, still sliding in and out of me with no concern for the convulsing body beneath us. The cop's dying cock pulses in my ass, and I'm close. We breathe in sync, Demetri whispering sweet words of his admiration for me while coaxing me into my millionth orgasm.

The guard is dead-dead within a few minutes, and it distracts me more than it should.

I sigh, my orgasm slipping from my reach.

"Is he soft?" Demetri asks.

"No." But I can't mask my disappointment.

His eyebrows pull together in the middle, the little fold I love so much making itself known. "Then what's wrong?"

He's moving in and out of me still, and the feeling grows again, inevitable with the way he feels. "I think the buildup was too much." I shake my head, "Like when you eat somewhere for the first time and the food is amazing, so you go back and you take your friends to show them, and you try to replicate everything so it comes out exactly the same." I probably sound insane. "And it does, it does end up the same, but it just…doesn't live up to your expectations?"

He nods understandingly. "You overhyped the dead cock."

"I overhyped the dead cock," I agree.

He smirks that dimpled smirk, pulling himself out from me. It's sudden, hollow without him, and I'm aching again to be filled. "No," I whisper. "What are you doing?"

The grin on his face spreads, threatening sweet chaos. "Lay back," he commands, lowering my mask down my face and doing the same to his. He flips the LED light on, the glowing Xs bright in the dark stairwell.

I obey, lowering back onto my elbows, using the recently deceased below me as a cushion. My heart is a jackhammer in my chest, anticipation building inside me, so much adrenaline building that my thighs shake.

"His hands are nice." Harkins is looming over me once more, holding the dismembered arm.

Blood drips slowly from the cut just above the elbow.

Suddenly, I'm on fire; I feel like I could come from just the suggestion alone. Every inch of me throbs, aches, begs to be touched, filled and defiled by him.

These moments can't be recreated, because it's he who holds the power, not me. He decides to use me in whatever way he deems fit, with whatever he feels necessary. Demetri folds one finger down at a time, carving the shape of a fist into the man's hand, before they spread open again. The look on his face is dangerous, but it only sends hot lava rushing between my legs.

I close my eyes and drop my head back. "I don't think so, Darkling. Open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you with a dead man's fist."

I'm a puddle, I'm goo, I don't know what I am, but I'm a blob of fluid slime and there's no way to contain all the wet that is me.

Splash, splash.

"Fuck." I tremble waiting for the inevitable.

Demetri's touch is gentle at first, his fingers circling my clit before I feel a strange object at my cunt. It's not warm anymore, not like live people, so it feels more like toy than man, but it's not quite cold yet either. My thighs attempt to close, but his hands are there, gripping at my thighs with a burning pressure, keeping me spread open.

"It's my turn to play now, so be a good girl and stay still ." Authority drips from his tone, and I have no option but to melt, splaying my legs apart for him.

It's wild how all it takes is severing a few arteries to make someone's fingers feel less human. I can't tell how many are inside me, flat and extended as Demetri slowly moves them inside me. "Oh, God," I whine, my hips bucking in need with his movements.

It doesn't take long; I'm sopping wet and practically foaming at the mouth, rabid and ready for my next orgasm. Pleas for more somehow fall from my lips instead. I feel a stretch, another finger, maybe two, but all I can see is the focus on Demetri's face and his elbow moving the limb.

"Always so greedy when my cock isn't there to satisfy you." His tone is dark and full of amusement.

"Please." My beg is a squeak, every nerve in my body coiling tighter and tighter with the burn of the stretch.

It intensifies, feeling like it'll tear me apart, consuming all of me when there's somehow even more stretching me from within. I cry, a guttural sob leaving my chest as Harkins' face disappears between my legs. "I can't." I shake my head side to side, unsure of what it is I can't do, because I know damn well I can take a whole hand. I've done it before, and I'll do it again.

A short huff of amused breath is hot between my legs. "You already are, and you're taking it so well." His tongue is there, like liquid magma at my sex, lapping up every ounce of my arousal.

He licks at my clit, tormenting me with slow circles before sucking it into his mouth again. It's disorienting, the fullness inside me, the way it's both satisfying and painful all at once, the way my own pussy pulls the hand back in every time he tries to pull it out.

"Let's see how far it goes." His words are nearly unintelligible with his head buried in my pussy, but I assume that's what he says, because his elbow moves faster.

I see dots, my vision just bright bursts of color as pleasure takes over my entire body, every inch of my skin, every hair on my neck. All of it is sensitive, burning, ready to burst. It only takes one more stroke, one more circle of his tongue, and I come undone.

"Unravel for me," he demands, but I'm already there.

Breaking apart like an atom under fission, every cell in my body ruptures at his touch. There's no sounds, no smells, no lights or colors, only the earth-shattering bliss that rips away my own body's ability to take a breath.

It's never ending, and Demetri is unrelenting in the way he deals out pleasure, never stopping or slowing, despite the way I shake. It never winds down, never eases, one wave of climax after the other until there's nothing I can do but spill.

I spill oceans of passion from between my legs, down my thighs and onto him. It's only then he begins to slow, satisfaction painting his face like a warrior who just won a battle.

"That's my girl."