Page 102 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Eight

The Last One Standing

O nce Ava was out of the Mistress’s lair, the door disappeared, leaving a solid wall behind her. Whether the manor was haunted or she was hallucinating, the experience had forever changed her.

Whispers guided her down the long corridors, until she came to a dead-end. A crazed woman pounded on the other side of a glass mirror, screaming for attention, as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Ava approached warily, staring at her blood-streaked skin. She licked her full lips and placed her palm against the cool glass, as the woman on the other side did the same, connecting in a bleak moment. They sized each other up, daring the other to make the next move.

She’d experienced rebirth, baptized in the blood of her first kill. Vince would be proud.

“Couldn’t you have tried a little harder to ruin your outfit and makeup?” Her attendant huffed, as he appeared behind her. “Is any of this yours?”

Ava shook her head as did the woman in the mirror, but there was no attendant by her side.

The other Ava swallowed and looked at the man in terror.

It was then she realized that was the part of herself, who’d died during the baptism—the embodiment of her fear and the voice inside her head who cautioned her.

She was forever silenced, damned by her embrace of darkness.

A figure stepped up behind the woman in the mirror, as Ava calmly watched.

She made no expression or sudden movement to warn her of his approach.

Her reflection screamed, as he jerked her braid and drew a blade across her neck.

Her hands flew to the wound to apply pressure, but it was too deep, and arterial blood sprayed out of the mirror and over Ava, showering her in warm blood.

She’d never forgotten the tinny scent or feel of blood as it drained from her body.

She watched, unable to tear her eyes away as the ambiguous figure pushed her forward into the glass with a thud, leaving red streaks and fucked her, as he pulled her hair, lifting her head for Ava to see.

No one heard the silent scream from her slacked mouth, as her eyes stared into nothingness.

He pulled out and splashed his cum across her back before dropping her lifeless body to the floor.

Ava couldn’t commiserate with her and only made a half-hearted attempt to save Taylor. She would forevermore chase that pinnacle where euphoria and release met. Like fucking, it was now a craving. She watched as he grasped mirrored Ava’s ankles and dragged her away.

“Come, miss,” the attendant said.

She glanced at his blackened nails on her elbow. When she returned her attention to the mirror, the other Ava was no longer there. She stood blinking at her reflection and the attendant standing beside her.

The attendant led her back to the room with the clothing racks. He helped undo the corset laces and turned on the warm water for her to shower. He stepped out, leaving her alone.

Ava glanced at her feet and watched the blood-stained water swirl down the drain. She didn’t find peace as adrenaline continued pumping through her veins. There was no chance to return to a normal life after the event.

It was impossible to resist the urge any longer and reached between her legs.

She tweaked her throbbing clit, letting pleasure roll through her.

Her breathing quickened, as she dipped two fingers into her wet pussy.

She imagined fucking Vince, as he held the bloody knife, that drained Taylor’s corpse, to her throat.

In the throes of passion, the blade would kiss her.

She wrapped her free hand around her throat, applying enough pressure it became difficult to swallow, as she circled her clit and found release. The warm spray washed the juices running down her thighs. A renewed sense of hunger awakened her thirst to win, regardless of the consequences.

Unaware that a figure slipped into the shower, Ava shampooed her long blue hair. Her hips swayed to a song in her head. The brief reprise was a welcome break from the carnage they’d experienced earlier.

A hand slipped over her mouth, while his arm wrapped around her waist. She struggled against the man, as his grip tightened.

“Be a good little slut and be quiet,” he growled.

Her body relaxed in recognition. When she tried to turn around, he slammed her against the tiled wall.

“Stay where you are.”

He adjusted her stance and slapped her ass.

“How did you find me?”

“I’ve been here the entire time, little mouse. I put all of this together for you.”

The tip of his hot cock found her entrance and he thrust powerfully, making her squeal.

“That’s right, little piglet. Maisy also squealed, as she was being slaughtered. I was the one who cut open her belly and yanked out her intestines, while she was still alive.”

She moaned as his hips moved with a punishing pace. Yet it wasn’t enough. Would anything satisfy her hunger anymore? Ava should wretch and scream. She should claw at his arms and beg to be let go. But they both knew she wouldn’t.

“As I robbed the twin’s apartment, I heard them fucking. I walked into the room and fucked Troy’s ass, while he fucked his sister’s pussy. We pulled out and nutted on her chest together.”

Her body clenched around his cock, proving his prowess excited her, when she should have been scandalized. His hand moved to her throat, completely covering her body with his.

“Did you enjoy meeting the mistress?” he asked. “She’s mine. I created her. I will elevate you to even greater heights as my consort.

“What about the others?” she asked.

“Those imbeciles? Kobe killed Ben. I tore his body apart, but I kept one part of him for you.”

He held up a rigid, black phallus. As she opened her mouth in shock, he shoved it in, deep right to the back of her throat. She fought to breathe, choking around it.

“Just another few seconds.”

And he counted.

“Five.”

Her soul was engulfed in flames.

“Four.”

The realization that she felt no guilt, even in this moment made her heady.

“Three.”

She was a pawn.

“Two.”

Her vision began to fade as unconsciousness threatened to take her.

“One.”

She coughed and sputtered as she gulped precious oxygen.

“Good, little mouse. Now we’ll fuck you right.”

He spread her cheeks and pressed the frozen flesh against her unprepared hole. She reared up, as he pushed the phallus inside of her, filling her up completely. This wasn’t how she’d imagined her first threesome, as both cocks rubbed against the small strip of flesh within her.

“How does it feel to be fucked by the cock of a dead man?”

“Vin,” she whined.

He left the penis in her ass and pulled out, spinning her around.

“That’s not my real name,” he said with a wicked grin.

Vince changed before her very eyes. Black horns grew from his temples and his skin became dark, while flaming sigils etched into his skin. He grabbed her and forced her onto his enormous cock, eliciting wails, as she was stretched in a completely new way.

She screamed as his claws dug into her skin, setting her on fire. He spoke in a language she didn’t understand. He pulled the dark cock out of her ass and shoved it in her mouth, gagging her. The force with which he pistoned in and out of her, made her feel as though her bones would shatter.

Tears flooded her face as her sobs were muffled.

“There is no greater gift than being fucked by a demon and receiving my seed.”

He pulled a dagger from nowhere and plunged it into her heart, as his warmth shot into her womb. She choked on the dick stuck in her throat, as her life flowed down the drain.

Ava was not the last one standing after all.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “For eternity…”

There were no winners, as The Society claimed her soul.