Page 69 of Fear No Hell

Lila licks along the skin just above my knee where the fabric of my prosthetic sleeve ends.

Slowly, she moves upward, her tongue brushing along the inside of my thigh.

The wet brushes of her tongue are broken by soft kisses as she makes her way up my leg, each lick and kiss accompanied by a soft hum until she reaches where my cum is drying near my groin. Without any hesitation, she laps it up.

“Jesus fuck,” I hiss at the sight of her tongue slipping along the crease of my pelvis before she licks the full length of my dick. At my words, she shoots me a mind-scrambling smirk then lowers her full lips around me.

I groan, my body bucking as she sucks me towards the back of her throat.

In the two weeks since the afternoon we got home from my mom’s, she’s sucked me off at least once a day.

Half the time, it’s when I’m waking up, only to find my very own fantasy tucked between my legs, her mouth wrapped around my cock, hums of pleasure vibrating through me.

My heart gives one last whimper of concern that she might not actually be with it enough to give consent, given how intensely torturing Arthur always hits her.

Add in her newly reptilian eyes, and I’m really fucking worried.

I shove at the haze taking over my mind and lift a hand to her head, gently rubbing a lock of her black hair between my fingers.

“Lila—” It comes out as more of a moan than I mean it to.

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me deep into her mouth then draws upward.

I swear I see a light at the end of the tunnel as she lavishes attention at the head before her mouth pops free.

“I know I don’t have to.” She licks desperately at the tip of my dick.

“But I want to clean you up before I fuck you.”

When she started speaking, I had one working brain cell left to comprehend what she was saying. That announcement hanging in the air between us, the rational side of me gives one last indignant squawk, and I blurt out ineloquently, “Here?”

“Yes, here.”

“You’re sure?” I don’t know what I’m asking whether she’s sure about: licking me clean, fucking me, a combination of the two, or some unknown fourth option. All I know is that I need her to know she’s doing this. To choose it.

To choose me.

“My sweet Sam,” she purrs, my name a soothing balm over my uncertainty. “I know what I’m doing. I want this. I want you.” She presses her hand to where my heart beats out an aggressive rhythm against my ribcage. “Do you want—”

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Any nervousness I might have had about losing this last vestige of my virginity vanishes in the face of my goddess in front of me.

Dropping my hands to her waist, I tug her up my body until she’s straddling my hips again and press my lips hungrily to hers.

After I pull away, I add, “I need you, sweetness, all of you. Any of you. Whatever you’re willing to share with me. I’m yours.”

When the last word leaves my mouth, an inferno blazes to life in my chest. A black shadow blooms underneath it.

And when the fire in my blood spreads, the inky tendrils follow it until they force the blue hue of my veins away and fill them with darkness.

A strong tug starts in my bones, one that pulls me towards Lila, demanding I get closer to her, become a part of her, so we can never be separated.

With a hand still tangled in my hair, Lila shifts back and drags me upward. “Hold yourself up,” she orders.

I obey immediately, my hands dropping behind me to support my weight. The sticky feeling of the blood coating the floor oozes through my fingertips, seeps over my hand until it’s covering my black-veined flesh.

“Keep them planted there. You’re not to move until I tell you to.”

She rests herself over my lap, so close I can feel her wetness against me. And then she stays there.

“Please.” My begging is loud, too loud for the small space.

“Tell me what you want, pet.”

“I want to be inside you. Now. Please, sweetness, I need it.” Now that I know she wants this, consents to this, it’s like a switch has flipped inside me.

All of the depravity, the insane, incessant need to be closer to Lila, to come inside her while she screams my name, to be entirely, irrevocably hers, has bubbled to the surface. “I need to fuck you.”

“For a sweet, little virgin, you have a filthy mouth.” One hand closes around my length, sliding it between her lips until I’m positioned just outside her entrance. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.” The word transforms into a garbled, unintelligible scream I didn’t know I could make when Lila, at long last, drops onto my cock. “I’m yours. Fuck, I’ve always been yours.”

Uneven breaths saw in and out of her mouth as she looks down at where I’m less than halfway inside her.

There’s a moment—a brief second—when I can’t see all of her face, don’t know if she’s panicking.

Alarm shivers through me, and I open my mouth to say something.

Before I can say anything, her head pops up.

Her scarlet eyes are glowing, the vertical pupil down the center massive.

“Oh gods.” She lifts up slowly and drops back down, taking a bit more of me this time.

A broken, hungry sound breaks free of her.

“I’ve waited for this for so long.” Another shift up.

Another slide back down. She does this over and over again until her pelvis is flush with mine, the entirety of my dick buried inside her.

She’s tight—so fucking tight—and like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Her mouth is incredible, but her pussy… fuck’s sake, I’ve never been so glad I waited for 28 years for this exact woman. My virginity, my heart, my life, my very fucking soul. They’re all hers. They always have been.

“Holy fuck, sweetness, you feel so good.” My hands are exactly where she told me to put them, no matter how hard it is to keep them there.

I want to feel her flesh, the sinewy tension of each shift of her muscles, the pounding of blood through her veins, as she rides me.

I exhale deeply in an effort to center myself.

My goddess told me to stay put. I’m not fucking moving unless she tells me to.

For a second, I think I have my shit together, but that’s before. Before Lila’s tattoos start glowing so brightly they light up every inch of the basement. Before she starts moving in a slow, measured rhythm.

Before she gasps.

The hungry sound marks a shift, her movements turning desperate as she rides me hard and fast, taking me so deep inside her I can’t remember what it was like before.

Our skin slapping together, the filthy sound of me sliding in and out of her, her guttural cries, my whimpers…

All of it turns me inside out so badly I find myself trying frantically to remember the names of all 206 bones in the adult human body, so I don’t come before Lila does.

It's not working.

I thrust up, each move punctuated by a pained grunt as she bears down on me. “Oh god, fuck, Lila, I can’t-I need-I don’t think I can hold back, baby, fuck, please.”

“Sweet pet, you can move now.”

With a snarl and a grace I’ve never possessed before, I roll us, bracing my hands on either side of her head, one leg partially extended to stabilize myself, and drive deep into her with a roar that shakes the room around us.

Her hands drop to my back, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist, as I set a punishing pace, fucking deep into her. Despite the aggressiveness of my movements, the words pouring from my mouth, completely bypassing the filter between my thoughts and my speech, are worshipful. Pleading.

"Jesus Christ, sweetness, you’re fucking everything to me. I can’t imagine my goddamn life without you. I need you with me forever, here with me. Please.”

Her gaze molten, she digs her claws deep into my back. Liquid slides down my skin as blood pours out of the marks to join the gore on the floor around us. I know it should hurt, but it doesn’t, not when I’m balls deep inside her cunt.

“You’ll never leave me, will you, pet?” It’s a demand framed as a question.

“Fucking never.” Shivers are racing down my spine, wrapping around my chest. My balls draw up close to my body.

I bare my teeth, forcing out the words I need her to hear before pleasure rips away my ability to speak.

“I’ll be with you until they bury me in the cold, goddamn ground, and, even then, that won’t keep me away from you.

I’m your’s, Lila, always fucking yours.” I lift a bloodstained hand from the ground and place it over her heart.

Its beat is rampant under my palm, an exact match to the one raging in my own chest.

“Come for me, pet,” she commands, her legs tightening around my waist, holding me inside her, so I can only do what she allows.

My cock jerks inside her. I’m seconds away from coming, no matter how hard I try to stop it.

I’ll lick her until she screams afterwards, but it’s too late for me to stop.

I’ll make it up to her, though. I’ll never leave her fucking unsatisfied, I think as I plunge into her, thrusting without elegance, needing only to give her what she’s demanding of me.

An electric pulse rages through me, my muscles locking into place as I look down at her and manage to grit out, “I fucking love you, Lila, forever and goddamn always. My soul is yours. Until the end of goddamn time.”

Something bright sparks in my chest, a gentle humming that reaches for Lila the second I promise everything to her.

“Then give me your cum, my good boy. Give it to me right fucking now,” she snarls. “Fill me up so you can be mine the same way I’m yours. Forever. I bind myself to you for eternity.”

My chest goes tight. The humming inside me reaches a fever pitch before it becomes a steady burning line connecting Lila to me, an explosion of love, desire, and pleasure.

And then I’m shattering into a million tiny, little pieces, fucking my cum deep inside her with a broken cry, as blackness sweeps in from the corners of the room, and the shadows take me.