29. Alec

29

ALEC

The cathedral gleamed in the silent night, empty aside from me and Nora. Her body slumped in my arms as I carried her past the pews and to a stone slab at the centre.

My cock was so fucking hard. The chemical I’d used was harmless to her body but it had knocked her out completely. Catching her unaware in the library had aroused me in a way that was perverted but satisfying.

I laid her down on the stone.

I’d spent the entire day torturing the creature. And between those sessions, I’d thought about her. Touching her, fucking her, breeding her.

I needed her more than anything else. And what better way to worship my own twisted salvation than on a cathedral’s altar?

The vision had been so clear I was almost certain it was divine inspiration.

I drew a knife and cut her clothing from her strip by strip. I groaned as I unveiled her, drinking her in. I used the chains I’d brought with me to bind her to the stone. I tightened them until I was satisfied she would go nowhere. I lit several candles, setting them around her as if to worship her.

I did worship her.

My gaze swept over the curves of her breasts. Her dark hair splayed out against the stone. Her legs were parted, and I could see the blood there. It was her time of the month and all I could think about was feasting from her cunt. I wanted her blood to cover me. To nourish my depraved, twisted desires.

Once all the candles were lit, I ran my gloved fingers over her flesh. Her cunt glistened in the warm light, shadows flickering as I leaned down and pressed the tip of my tongue against her nipple.

She let out the softest moan. My cock strained against my pants as I moved to the bottom of the altar to her parted thigh. I pressed my nose to her cunt, swiped up a streak of blood with my tongue, the metallic taste of her binding her to me.

“Fuck,” I shuddered.

Reverence.

I’d never been religious. A church was nothing but a building to me until this very moment. She had turned it into a house of worship and I was the worst sinner of all, begging for a drop of her.

Wax slid down the sides of the candles, pooling at the bottom. I lifted one and tilted it, dripping the hot liquid onto her stomach. It hardened as it cooled, her breath quickening as she began to stir.

“You torture me,” I whispered to her.

I quickly reached into my pocket and withdrew my knife again. I held the blade's edge to her throat as her eyes flew open. Her irises reminded me of an Angel Amber Kiss Pansy in this light. Like the petals, there were hints of gold. Liquid honey that was so hot, I could feel my soul being seared.

“Don’t move,” I whispered. “You’re on an altar and I’m going to praise you like a dying man.”

Or a dying monster.

Her lips parted on a sharp breath as I reached for the candle, grabbing the base. I dropped wax over her breasts and she gasped, followed by a groan.

“It hurts but then it feels pleasant,” she rasped. “Alec, we need to?—”

“Shhh. Be silent. How would I explain this to anyone?”

Her lips tugged into a smile.

She’s as twisted as me.

I created a trail between her breasts. I set the knife on the stone ledge as I continued to turn her body into a piece of art. I pooled enough wax to sit two candles atop her ribs, the flames sending more slow drips down to her body.

I lost track of time as I placed more candles on her body. She was so still, her breaths shallow as she closed her eyes. Occasionally she would moan or bite her lip as the pain came and went.

I placed the last candle over her breast. Hovering over her, I kissed her deeply, our tongues marrying as I reached down and slowly unbuttoned my pants.

She was breathless as I broke our kiss. I moved down to the other end of her body, taking in the sight of her. The raw glory of my offering to the gods, the fates, the sciences—whomever would behold her the same way I did right now.

“Belladonna,” I murmured. I leaned forward and kissed up her calf, up her inner thigh. The scent of her blood called to me.

Feral lust crept to the surface, shredding me apart. I could feel my humanity being stripped away as something fought to the surface, emerging like a dark shadow.

I was starved. I jerked forward, pressing my mouth against her cunt and lapping at her clit. She stifled a cry as I moved my tongue lower, hot blood gushing over my tongue as I slid it inside of her.

Deeper. Harder.

I didn’t question the surge of power I felt. All I needed right now was to fuck her and breed her until the sun rose. The thought of a priest finding wax, blood, and my semen on his holy altar turned me on more than it should have.

My tongue grew longer, thicker. Her blood wet my beard. What is happening to me? I pushed it inside of her, listening to her fight her own voice as I began to fuck her.

Pain seized me and I drew back, confused. “ What ?” I rasped as I felt a bone snap. I was changing .

But then there was a flood of darkness, like I was fading. Falling into her, losing myself to a force I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t escape.

You can watch this time. We’ll fuck her together.