Page 14 of Beautiful Nightmare
PRINCE
The tiny vibrations of the tattoo machine against my neck are comforting. The needle pulsates against my spine with precision and purpose. And the tongue licking my cock from base to tip is a helpfuldistraction from the image ofherbeing fucked senseless by that vampire fucker.
Dead man walking.
I’m aware he is technically unalive, but I’ll be the one to put the stake through his heart, killing him permanently.
Teeth tease my cock, soft lips following.
Predictable.
Gripping the bright pink, purple, and green hair, I push his mouth farther down. He gags, and I start fucking his face mercilessly. With hard thrusts into the back of his throat, my cock throbs.
A firm hand grips my shoulder. “Sit fucking still,” the artist growls through gritted teeth.
Asshole.
Drool drips down my new friend’s mouth, but I don’t let up, keeping my fingers firmly intertwined in his locks.
“You don’t get to breathe until I come.” A little motivation for him to work harder.
My cock restricts his airway, and subtle wheezing follows from the lack of oxygen, which brings a smile to my face. On the brink of death, choking on me, what a way to die.
His head bobs desperately.
My eyes hood, captivated by the power.
As the needle on my neck releases me from its pleasure, I allow my dick to come.
Ropes coat his throat, followed by more gagging and choking. “You will fucking take it,” I command, holding his head down as I ride the wave of release.
The tent surrounding us startles, rippling fabric followed by the howling of the wind. My arm hairs rise. A storm is coming.
This is all that remains of my gift, my power, the ability to detect when treacherous weather is looming ahead of time.
My balls empty, and my fingers release from the man’s head, allowing him to fall backward with a flushed face.
He coughs, catching his breath with my cum mixed with saliva and tears streaming down his chin and neck.
Shoving my cock back into my trousers, I stand to zip myself up.
The tattoo artist remains sitting, rolling his eyes at me, which I pay no attention to.
“Do you want to see?” he asks. I nod once in response.
I move to the long mirror, and he follows with a smaller one facing my neck.Hereyes reflect back at me. Staring into my soul, burnt into my brain.
Mine.
Satisfied, I step away, taking a wad of cash out of my pocket, and I pay him. I throw a few bills at the poor fuck still on the floor before me.
“Gentlemen,” is all I say before excusing myself.
Stepping outside, the carousel spins and spins, lights flashing off the figurines that children are riding on. A manic operator keeps pushing the large red button as frantic parents scream to get their children off.
The night is ominous.
My eyes shift as a flash of white light shines down upon us, feeding my soul and bringing life back into my veins. Fists clench, my chest tightens, and my muscles tense. Electricity is flowing through me as if I were hit directly by lightning.