Page 97 of Stone: The Precursor

“Say it. Tell me the truth, tell me what you really came out here for.”

“For you.”

“For this.” I rock her hip on my cock. “This is what you want? What you need? My cock? Admit you came here to get fucked like animal, by an animal. Like a bitch in heat.” I rock her again, rubbing her pussy along the ridge of my cock. Her thin tights make me feel her warmth through my pants.

Camryn tilts her head back, exposing her throat, licks her lips, and swallows. The muscles in her throat undulate. A trail of drying blood snakes down her throat.From my cut.That knowledge is “I—I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

“I don’t want you thinking a fucking thing right now except how it feels. Feed that animal inside you. Let her out. Let her claw and cry. That’s what belongs out here. Animals.” I yank down the zipper on her hoodie, revealing her black T-shirt underneath. I slide my knife underneath, making sure she feels the cold metal against her skin. She sucks in a breath.

“What are you doing?” She squeaks, quaking. I hold her thigh steady, increasing the pressure on her hip until she stops moving.

“Showing you.”

“Showing me what?”

“That I’m not the man who does pretty. I’m going to destroy you, Countess. I’m going to enjoy the way you beg for it.”

“Beg for what?” She stutters, confused.

“Your beautiful ruin.” I let her go to stand on her own two feet. The cut on her neck calls to me, like a lodestone. My knife penetrated the epidermis, dermis, and possibly a part of the fatty hypodermis layer. The blood drips down between her breasts, a delicious canvas. I lick at her nipples, tasting her sweat, the blood, and the perfume oil she covers her smooth skin with.“Just remember, you chose this. You chose to come into my lair and see the monster that I am.”

I cup her pussy over her tights, rubbing her through the clothing. She tries to kick me away. Stop. I pull down her tights until they’re at knee level and then slice through the crotch, tearing them down and away. Each leg slouches down to her ankles. The blood moves lower, rivulets slidinginto her belly button. Mixing with her sweat, not as thick, moves faster, staining her panties, soaking into the fabric. I cut the elastic as her waist flung them away. I want to see her mess coating her pussy. Like lava, it moves, sinuously sliding into her short pubic hair and then between those soft, tender lips. The ones devoured before. The ones I want to slide my knife between.

I lower to my knees and kiss her mound, pushing her thighs open. I lick her tattoo, my mark, the one I inked into her skin. I want all my designs covering her body. I want her to be a walking testament to my etchings. Every inch of her skin painted by me.

“Stone. Please. I want to see.”

“No. Feel.”

Standing again, I slide my knife in, gathering the lubrication I need. I slide it down her chest, between her breasts, until I reach her soft lips. Blood coats them. I insert the handle of my knife just inside her pussy, coating the leather hilt in her juices.

“What is that?”

“My knife.”

She tenses. “And you’re going to take it. Come on me like the little delinquent you are. You like to break the rules, so I’m going to break the rules too, Countess. I’m going offend the fuck out you and you’re going to allow it because you can pretend like you like it sweet, but tonight you’re going to sin, and I’m going to help you.”

Bumps her clit with it and then pushes it inside her a little, using the handle as a dildo. “You will come with my knife insideyou, Countess. I want you to make it slick and smell like your pussy.”

I circle her clit with the leather, ridged and rough from countless killings, molded perfectly to my palm. I like my fingers inside her body. I slowly push it in. I hold the blade, and when I wrap my hands around it, the sharpness nicks my finger, and I lift my hand, covered in my blood. The urge is too strong not to cave, and I wipe it on her pussy, and watch as my blood coats her clit and outer lips. The dark red color is beautiful. The metallic smell mixes with the tang of her arousal.

Brings it to her mouth and tells her to suck. She sucks the handle that was just inside her pussy. I use the end of my knife, pushing it inside her pussy, sliding the handle in and out of her wetness, and slowly fucking her. I inhale, loving the constriction, the absolute pressure of her tissues resisting me. Everything heightens my senses. The control and manipulation of her body. The predation of the moment. The smell of the forest. The putrefaction. Her pussy. Sex.

“Untie my hands.”

The plea in her voice doesn’t move me. I want her bound, immobile, at my mercy, under my control, laid out before me like a buffet.

“I want to touch you.”

“No. I’m taking you like this.” I rub my fingers through her seam, the slickness that meets my fingers makes me groan. “I want you drowning in your own arousal, Countess.”

“What is that?” She pants.

“I just told you Countess. My knife. It’s covered in your blood.”

“Oh my god.” She opens her legs wider, tilting her neck back.

“You want more?”