Chapter 11

Sebastien

Réclamez-la. Possédez-la. Possédez-la. Nourrissez vos ancêtres.

The call of the ancestors rang in my mind, telling me to claim her, to own her. To possess her. To feed my ancestors her power.

Nothing in this world could have stopped me from doing just that. The rune had been carved with exacting precision, preparing her body for the final offering. Now it was time for me to take what was rightfully mine.

Making quick work of my clothing, I finally freed my painfully throbbing cock from its confines as I stripped in preparation for the final act, the last step of fully claiming this soul as my own. Roughly brushing aside the strips and flecks of the ritual candle wax, I sprang onto the table, straddling her thighs. The tip of my cock wept pre-cum onto her belly as I gazed down at her laying below me. Her eyes wandered to and fro aimlessly, trying to find something to focus on.

Oh yes, she had truly succumbed to my will.

She was mine to claim.

I leaned forward over her and licked up between her luscious breasts, tasting blood and sweat and pheromones mixed together in an intoxicating cocktail that had me groaning with anticipation. I moved up further, placing my lips a mere breath from her ear.

“Beg, puppet. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to take you and claim your soul,” I breathed. Her needy moan and eager nod made my cock jerk, longing to be buried in her slippery cunt.

“Please, Bash. M… master.” The word — that word — was like cocaine in my blood. My answering growl tore from my throat in the most primal of responses. “Make me yours. I am yours. Use me. Fuck me. Fill me. Please…” She squirmed beneath my thighs, trying to open herself to me. I obliged her, moving one leg then the other in between hers. My length lay against her slick cunt, and the need to plunge into her depths was nearly overwhelming as she began thrusting against me, seeking friction. Even that much contact made my cock twitch with anticipation.

“That’s right, needy little pet. Just like that. Grind on your Master. Show me how ready you are.” The command fell from my lips with ease. This was right. This was everything. This was home.

Her efforts redoubled, and I rocked my hips forward, pressing the underside of my cock against her. Her folds parted like silk, and she gasped as I rubbed directly against her clit.

Bending forward again, still sliding my thick girth across her nub, I placed one hand down beside her head, and the other against her neck. Finding the veins on either side of her throat pulsing beneath my trained fingers, I squeezed just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes shot up to meet my own, and I nodded approvingly.

“Right here, my dark moon. Eyes on me. I want to see your eyes as I sink into you. Don’t you fucking dare look away.” She nodded helplessly, and I shifted my hips subtly. The head of my cock met her sopping entrance. Grasping her neck harder, I thrust forward violently, burying myself to the hilt in her scorching heat. Her eyes went wide, her mouth opening with a moan that only made me harden further inside her. I held her neck captive for a moment more, her pulse pounding beneath my fingertips as her face turned red. Only then did I release her.

Pulling out until just the tip of me remained inside her, I thrust in once more. Her inner walls gripped me like a vice, hot and wet and perfect beyond belief. The ancestors’ power swirled and rose within me as I began pumping faster and deeper, pushing her into the hard wood of the table with each thrust.

Réclamez-la. Possédez-la. Possédez-la. Nourrissez vos ancêtres.

Faster and faster I fucked her, riding the crescendo of magic that swirled around us, invisible to any but me. I sat up, grabbing the backs of her thighs and bending her legs up until her knees touched her breasts. Splayed open for me, she was a sight to behold.

The vessel for my power, and my pleasure.

Gasping for breath, she moaned with pleasure as I slammed into her violently and without mercy. This new position allowed me to watch my cock sink even deeper into her satin core, hitting just the right spot and making her eyes roll back into her head as she shuddered around me, exploding into bliss.

Her entire body writhed uncontrollably, and her cunt spasmed and tightened around my cock as she came hard. Already on the verge myself, I could not hold back any longer as she all but pulled the orgasm from me with her vice-like grip. My head fell back with an animalistic roar for the ancestors to take my offering. I exploded inside of her, thick ropes of hot cum spurting from me and filling her completely, and I lost myself. My vision clouded until all I could see was the woman I had just claimed once and for all.

My entire body shook, trembling not only with the force of the orgasm that had just ripped through me, but from the feeding of the ancestors. They took her power, pulled through the intimate, violent acts of connection and dominance and freely offered submission we had just engaged in. I vibrated as I sat there, cock still buried in her cunt, working as the physical embodiment of the conduit between the ancestors and the offering I had laid before them. I could still feel the power being drawn out of her through me.

Votre offre est acceptée. C’est fait.

It was complete. The ancestors had fed on her power, had accepted my offering, and it was done.

The voices of the ancients thrumming through my veins, through my very essence, receded, giving me a calm mind and clear thought once again. I looked down at Luna’s naked form, pulling my cock from her slowly.

She squirmed as my seed spilled from her swollen pussy lips. Taking the knife in hand, I loomed over her, her eyes unable to focus on me as she slowly blinked. Her pupils were blown wide from the sheer amount of pain and pleasure that had racked her body. The blade, still red with her blood, glimmered in the low candlelit room.

“Eyes, my dark moon,” I commanded. Her eyes popped open, focusing on my own, if only just. Her body trembled as she saw the blade, but I shushed her. “You were exquisite. My perfect little puppet for me to control, my perfect living doll. And you taste… delectable.” I trailed off on a hedonistic inhale, the coppery scent of her dried blood on the knife making my cock stir with arousal again. Flicking my tongue over the sharp knife’s edge, I let the metallic taste burst over my tongue. Her gasp below me let me know that my eyes had gone black with lust and power once again.

The power of a lost soul was truly unparalleled.

Removing myself from her body, still laying limp and nearly lifeless on the table and smelling of blood, sweat, and sex, I put away my tools of sadism. I made quick work of it, turning to help her to a sitting position with more care than I had wanted to. I wanted to keep her in this rag-doll like state, a willing and yet fear-stricken vessel for the power the ancestors craved so desperately. But that was not to be. Not today, at least.

Fingers grasping her chin forcefully until she winced, I demanded her attention.

“Do you understand now, my dark moon?” I hissed at her.

“Understand what, Master?” Fuck me. Those words had my cock more than stirring. I needed to possess her fully, and not just for one night. But I would be patient.

“Do you understand the power of the voodoo doll?” Her eyes flickered up to mine, the dilation of her pupils slowly receding. She shook, an aftershock of the power she had given to the ancestors, and to me.

“I do. I really do.”?

“And do you still wish to have a doll to use for yourself? To exact your vengeance on those who have wronged you?” I asked, rubbing the pad of my thumb over the cracks on her lips, chapped from her screams and the lack of hydration.

Her eyes focused, narrowing in on mine with a purpose and a drive I had not seen from her in all the days since she had first stumbled into my shop.

“More than anything.” Her seething dedication to her plan was not lost on me. That was the power of a lost soul.

“Good. Then a doll of your own you shall have. Wait right there.” I turned from the table, leaving her sitting there in her disheveled and filthy nudity, covered in sweat and my cum still dripping from between her thighs, in order to craft a doll for her to use.

A few minutes later, a wave of my hand, a whispered incantation, and a bit of theatrical sleight of hand resulted in a small burst of flame over the doll, and it was ready.

“Out of curiosity, Luna, what is it you plan to do with this doll? Have you decided who you will choose to exact your revenge on? The unfaithful ex-boyfriend? Or perhaps the best friend who never truly saw you as an equal?” I taunted, curious as to her plan.

“I can only choose one?” she asked, on the barest hint of a whisper.

“Only one, ma chère .” I handed her the doll, her small hand wrapping around the rough burlap with a quizzical look on her face.

“I would need two to…” she trailed off, a brilliant blush marring her face as she stopped herself from uttering her actual plan.

“What is your plan, ma chère ? Be honest. Let me help you.”?

“You can’t help me with this.” She insisted.

“You won’t know unless you tell me your plan. I can do far more powerful things than you can imagine.”

“They need to pay. Both of them.”

“On that, we agree. But what is your plan ?” I hid my sudden spike of excitement and anticipation as I eagerly awaited her response.

She looked down at the doll, her fist wrapping around it so tightly I feared it would rip beneath the strength of her grasp.

“They don’t deserve to live,” she hissed through clenched teeth. The sheer power of her malice and anger filled the room, making the air heavy with her fury.

Any question I’d had of her intentions went out the window. I never could have guessed this. She wanted to cause them harm. My violent little moon. Could she be any more perfect?

My fingers touched her chin, lifting lightly until her anger-filled eyes found mine.

“Say it. Tell me your plans, ma chère, ” I whispered, my voice low, hoping that my excitement at the prospect of bloodshed was not overly apparent.

“They should never be allowed to hurt anyone ever again.” Her eyes darkened, pupils dilating as she spoke. She was succumbing to it, to the will of the ancestors. Just the touch of them, through my conduit, had been enough to awaken the dark part of herself she had buried for who knew how long.

“And how do you plan to teach them this lesson, little moon?” I urged her, eager and desperate to hear her speak the truth of her violent desires.

“They’ll never learn; I know that now. So there is only one thing left to do. They won’t live long enough to hurt another soul.” Her eyes narrowed, never wavering from my gaze. Her intention was as clear as pure diamond.

“You will kill them both? Can you do it, ma chère ? Can you bring yourself to take another life, let alone two?”?

Doubt clouded those brilliantly dark brown eyes, insecurity shining through as she lowered her gaze.

“I don’t think I can.”

“What is it you need?”

“I need help.” She replied, biting her bottom lip nervously.

“How?”?

Her eyes darted back and forth for a moment while she considered her options. With a sudden soft gasp, she found my gaze again.

“I don’t need a voodoo doll.”?

“What?” I was no longer following her.

“I need your voodoo doll.”

“It doesn’t work that way, ma chère . A doll is made to only work for one soul, bound by hair and the recipient’s lifeblood,” I explained carefully.

“No. I need you to use your voodoo doll.”?

“My voodoo doll is attuned to you, ma chère . It will not work on them,” I explained slowly, unsure what she was missing here.

“Exactly. It doesn’t work on them. But it works on me.” The corners of her lips slipped up into a most sinister grin, making me crave her all over again.

“You wish for me to use it on you, and … then what?” I asked carefully, curious as to her answer.

“And then you will help me exact my vengeance.”?

“You wish for me to control you? To force you into killing them?”

“Exactly.”

“Are you sure that is what you want?” I could not coerce her. This had to be entirely of her own free will.

“Did I stutter?” Her head cocked to one side, her grin matching even my own menacing stare.

That was all I needed.

“Very well, ma chère . I shall grant your wish. Now, let’s make a plan to right the wrongs those two have committed.”

Over the course of the next hour, we planned.

That was putting it mildly.

We schemed and conspired, plotting out the vengeance my little lost soul needed more than she needed her very next breath.

“Thank you, Bash. Thank you,” she praised me, righting the oversized shirt I had given her to cover her form more fully. Personally, I was a fan of how poorly it covered her thick, luscious thighs, which were now covered in my marks.

Mine.

“Think nothing of it, ma chère . Now remember, when this is all over tomorrow, you will come straight back here, and I will help you handle the messy parts.”

“Messy parts?” she asked.

“Yes, my innocent little moon. There is a good deal of logistics to consider when it comes to murder. Disposing of the bodies, for one.”?

“I hadn’t considered—” she began, but I cut her off, yanking her body to me, my lips finding hers, delving deep with my tongue until I could not tell whose air I was breathing: hers or my own.

“Let me handle it, chère . Trust me.” She nodded her head once before turning towards the back of the shop, heading for home. I watched her leave, unable to keep a smile off of my face.

“You know this is going to end badly, right?” Toulouse called from between my feet.

“And why do you say that, Toulouse?”?

“Because it always ends badly, Bash. Every time you’ve tried to claim an innocent, it turns to violence and bloodshed. And look at what’s happening again.”?

“You’re forgetting one key component, my furry friend.”

“And what’s that?”

“The ancestors have already accepted her. And that’s where I went wrong with Carlotta. So my plan has already succeeded. This little twist of brutality is only a plus.”

“You’ve turned her to violence, Bash.”

“Correction: I’ve turned her into my violent little doll. And neither myself, nor the ancestors, could be more pleased.”