Page 5 of His to Ruin
“You can run, my nightmare, but I will always catch you,” his voice calls out through the deep silence of the night. I can’t tell which direction it came from. He seems to be everywhere and nowhere.
The darkness around me is oppressive. I squint, trying to make out the uneven terrain in front of me. It doesn’t work. A rock seems to come out of nowhere, tripping me before I can lift my leg high enough to vault over it. I go crashing to the ground, my arms instantly throbbing as they pound against the cold, hard dirt. I cry out in pain, the sound reverberating off the trees around me.
I’m still waiting for the sound of the beast closing in on me. But I’m met with only silence. There’s not a sound other thanmy own labored breathing.Maybe I lost him?Slowly, I take stock of my body. Rolling onto my back, I push myself up to a sitting position. The palms of my hands ache from scraping against the rocks and sticks on the ground. The left knee of my corduroys is ripped and blood has already begun to pool along my pale skin where a rock must have torn at my flesh. With a groan, I push myself to stand, hobbling unsteadily on my feet.
My heartbeat has slowed to a steady thumping and I’m finally able to suck in a deep breath. I look around, trying to figure out where I am and how to get back home. A whisper of something tickles the tender skin of the inside of my wrist causing me to jump and flick my arm. When I look down, there’s nothing there—just shadows and darkness. It must have been the wind or something.
The moon hangs full and heavy in the sky above, providing me enough light to pick my way through the dense trees toward what I hope is the path. I take another step and feel something tighten around my ankle. I jump backward, attempting to free myself from the slithering coil currently constricting around my leg, but it’s no use, whatever it is won’t let me go. I can’t see anything wrapping around me. I can feel it though, the intense feeling of something coiling tightly around my ankle and refusing to let me go. The same feeling of thick smoke begins twisting around my wrist. I shout and try to pull away but every time I fight, the shadows wrap themselves tighter around my limbs. It’s no use–as the darkness finds its way to each of my four limbs, twisting and twirling around me, pulling tightly; I realize there’s no escape. I’m trapped.
I’m abruptly ripped across the ground as the shadows pull me by my limbs. My back hits against the trunk of a large tree with a thump. The wind is immediately knocked from my lungs as I’m held helplessly against the rough bark. I struggle against the binds of smoke that hold me captive but theycontinue to tighten against my flesh. The shadows creep higher and higher up my immobilized legs, swirling and slithering up my thighs. I squirm as they caress the length of my cock through the confines of my pants. Finding my sensitive crown they stroke me almost lovingly, causing my dick to twitch. The movement seems to encourage whatever it is that has me in its grasp. The shadows stroke up and down my swiftly stiffening length. Despite the cool fall air, sweat beads along my brow.
The snap of a twig has my attention shifting to the woods ahead of me. From between the trunks of two ancient-looking trees, a figure approaches. He’s cloaked in darkness but I can feel his eyes watching me, his heated gaze threatening to incinerate me as the shadows continue to stroke and tease at my stiff cock. His movements are slow and deliberate as he closes the space between us until he’s barely an arm's length away. I let my eyes travel down his large form. He stands tall and broad with shoulders that are unbelievably muscular even through the material of the hoodie he’s wearing. His arms are long, hanging below his waist. His hands are exposed, the skin an inhuman purple hue. But what really grabs my attention are the wisps of swirling smoke that seem to be emanating from the very tips of his fingers. They’re the same shadows that are currently wrapped around me and stroking my very hard cock.
“Caught you, Little Nightmare,” his deep voice rumbles through the silence of the empty woods.
Glancing between his thighs, I notice his own pants tenting as he watches me roll my hips, seeking more friction. Clearly, I’m impacting him just as much as he is me. The low warning growl that emanates from his chest as he catches me staring at the very thick length hardening behind his zipper sends shivers down my spine.
“Your pleasure is almost as intoxicating as your fear,human,” he coos as his fingers twist, causing the shadows to wrap around me in a firmer grip. The sensation is too much and I can’t help the needy groan that slips from between my lips.
“Please,” I beg, but for what, I’m not even sure.
He takes another step closer and another, only stopping when he’s so close that I’m able to feel the heat radiating off his body. The hard length of his cock juts into my stomach as his shadows hold me captive. He hovers over me and when I dare glance up, his tongue darts from between his mouth. It’s unreasonably long, black as midnight, and forked at the end like a serpent. It’s very clear that whatever has caught me in their grasp is definitely not something of this world. His demon tongue runs the length of my neck, lapping up all the sweat that has formed there. It’s sinful the way his long length caresses the tender skin behind my ear. I moan louder this time, unable to stop myself from giving in to the pleasure he’s pulling from my body.
“So fucking needy, human,” he purrs as more shadows erupt from his fingers.
Finding their way to my pants, they swiftly pop the button and lower the zipper. I gasp as the cool autumn air whispers against the patch of pale hair that trails its way down to my cock. I pull against the binds that hold me, desperate to participate in whatever this is but I’m held back. I’m immobilized and completely at the mercy of the monster from my nightmares who seems determined to drag every ounce of pleasure and fear from my body as possible.
“Use your words, Little Nightmare, what do you want?” my monster demands as his shadows relax, allowing me to slump slightly in their hold. “Do you want me to make you come? Are you such a needy little slut that you’d let the shadows of a demon fuck you out in the open where anyone could see us?”
I whine and mewl. He’s right, I am desperate for him. And yet, I’m too afraid to voice that need out loud and give in to the complete hellish pleasure he’s offering me. His hand strikes as fast as lightning, thick purple fingers tipped in black dig into the flesh of my cheeks. He tsks and shakes his head, the motion making the hood over his head shift slightly. I glance a peek of his face from under the hood. He’s truly a monster with black eyes devoid of any white, endless orbs of darkness. Fear and need war through my system and I can’t decide which is stronger.
“If you won’t use your mouth to speak, then maybe we will have to find another use for it.”
4
KALLUM
He trembles so beautifully.
Looking up at me with his pale throat bared to my predatory nature, lips parted in something between terror and lust, he’s too delicious not to enjoy. It’s intoxicating. He fights against my shadows, but weakly, as though his body already knows what this mind may refuse to accept—he belongs to me.
Shadows coil around his limbs, flexing, shifting, teasing. They know my desire before I speak it, caressing him in ways that make him pant. So sensitive,my Little Nightmare. His hardened length jerks beneath the ministrations of my shadows. A wicked smile curls my lips as I grip his jaw, tilting his face even higher toward the sky. Those wide, panicked eyes drink me in, trying to make sense of what stands before him.
He swallows hard. I feel it beneath my fingertips.
“Cat got your tongue?” My voice is velvet and razor wire, meant to wrap around his throat and squeeze. “Or do I have to take it from you?”
A shudder racks his frame, and fuck, I feel it everywhere.My cock aches, pulsing against the seam of my jeans as I drink in the delicious little tremors rolling through him. I could snap him in half. Rip him apart. Make him beg for mercy or ruin him so thoroughly he forgets what the world even means.
But no. Breaking him would be too easy. No, I want something better. I want to watch him break himself for me.
My shadows slither up his sides, tracing the sharp angles of his ribs through his thin shirt, reminding him that even when I’m not touching him, I am. My power seeps into his skin, molding around his frame. He whimpers as they tighten around his waist and legs but release his wrists, securing him, yet keeping him open for me.
“Please,” his voice a desperate cry.
“I love it when you beg.”
His jaw clenches. He wants to resist, to keep himself from falling any further, but the fight is slipping from him. I can see it—the way his lashes flutter, the way his cock strains against the open seam of his pants, red and leaking. I haven’t pulled his length from his pants, he hasn’t earned my skilled touch, not yet at least. He’s drowning in me, and he doesn’t even know how to swim.