Page 23 of The Last Feast

HEARTBEAT

AUGUSTE

She’s so beautiful with blood coating her hands, and her features soften as looks at the table.

It’s only been a few hours, but Hana is an artist with pain.

She examines the table, how the blood drips over the sides, then the score mark she’s made through his skin while she gulps down her third bottle of water during our break.

His right arm is a mangled mess of different cuts, and so are his thighs, but she doesn’t get territorial over the cuts I’ve left between hers.

Instead, she looks over her shoulder at me and smiles.

I kiss her neck, smoothing my hand around her hip to her stomach. We move as one as she swipes a new knife off the sideboard before we go back to the table. I help her cut into her prey, being careful to avoid the intestines so his stench doesn’t ruin anything now that she’s had time to rehydrate.

But she knows that already and pulls her hand up. I press my lips beneath her ear as I softly say, “Clever girl. Now, we’re going to make another cut, like a T shape.”

I slip my hand beneath her hoodie when she nods. Bringing the knife to the tip of the incision, we cut a parallel line across while my father’s dull screams vibrate around us. It only pushes more blood out, his heart hammering in his chest that my beautiful woman will soon be exploring.

I keep hold of the knife as she slowly threads her hand through the flap we’ve made. The further she pushes inside the cavity, the bolder I get. I slip my hand into the waistband of her sweats and cup between her thighs.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked,” I groan.

The perverted fuck falls unconscious from the blood loss, so she doesn’t get to feel his screams, but they’re not her focus.

She looks up at me, a faint blush staining her cheeks.

“Because you’re hard.” She pushes her ass back.

“I can feel you.” Then, she turns to her experiment, mumbling, “And you called me a clever girl.”

My chest shakes on a soundless laugh as I trace the column of her neck with the tip of my nose.

“Do you like it when daddy calls you his clever girl?” I lightly tease her with my middle finger and softly suck on her neck.

“Be daddy’s clever girl and rip his heart out, baby. Then, I’ll give you mine.”

She must pierce his lung, because his chest slowly deflates as she forcefully pushes her hand up. I watch her arm, noting how much is coated in blood to time my fingers with hers wrapping around the rotten organ.

As soon as she’s got it, her entire body relaxes, and I slowly push two fingers into her. The moan she lets out is the loudest, most intoxicating sound in existence.

“That’s it, baby,” I moan. “You’re doing such a good job while daddy plays with your beautiful cunt.” I suck on her pulse point as I curl my fingers up, stroking that soft spot on her inner walls, and she moans louder. “My strong, clever girl.”

She clenches around my fingers.

“So beautiful,” I whisper into her ear. “So fucking mine.”

Her forearm pulses as she massages the heart through its last beats then forces the long blade of the knife through the incision.

I slow, fearful of distracting her, but she clenches, and her moans are louder as she blindly stabs into the thick veins and arteries keeping the organ in place.

She roughly tugs, pulling it free from the inhumane person it belonged to.

“Keep going,” I whisper against her ear as I slowly fuck her with my finger. “Get your justice while daddy makes you feel good.”

Her head softly hits my shoulder as she moans, slowly grinding into my hand. I need her to be lost like me, shocked by her desires like me, so I slowly work in a third finger while she holds the heart in an iron grip. Her nails cut through the flesh, painting her fingers in more blood.

“Are you hungry, Hana?” I ask softly—too softly.

But she doesn’t answer. I’ve surprised her like she did with me.

“Bite it.” I kiss her cheek then lightly nip below her freckles. “Chew it up then spit it out.”

Those big, beautiful eyes are fixed on me as she makes her decision.

I don’t stop, slowly fucking her with my fingers, grinding my palm into her clit, or smiling.

Not even when she brings the cooling heart to her lips or when her lips part on a long moan.

She’s so fucking close, I can taste her release in the air.

“Do not come until I tell you,” I order, slowing my fingers and reducing the pressure on her clit. “You broke me apart to recreate me. Now bite a chunk of what hurt you.”

Her eyes soften, and she quickly bites into the heart.

“Clever fucking girl,” I reward her, fucking her faster and slapping the heel of my palm on her clit. She’s even more beautiful with her lips painted red, the aorta directly in front of them. The muscle fibers harden as they cool, making her teeth marks sharper.

So, I continue rewarding her as I massage her lower stomach in tight circles and move my fingers in waves while she chews. Then, I kiss her jaw as her teeth pop through the flesh. “Spit, baby.”

There’s no better sight than my woman coming as she spits the mangled flesh of the cunt who hurt her onto his lifeless body.

But she doesn’t lose energy as she throws the rest of the organ at the wall then forcefully pushes her hips back.

I pull her with me, curling my fingers up to hear that soft little gasp leave her lips.

Hana grabs my wrist with her bloody fingers and in the softest voice says, “No playing this time. I just want tomorrows with you.”

“You’ve got them.” I turn her around and cup her face with both hands. “You’ve got me.”

Our lips gravitate toward each other with matching smiles, and I don’t give a fuck about the blood staining her lips, because my cum will soon replace it. We’ll have tomorrow, when she wakes up in my arms and we’ll do it all over again.

I pick her up, needing to feel her closer until she’s inside my chest, right next to the organ she owns. My beauty wraps her legs around me, kissing me with just as much need as I carry her up the stairs, pausing every second step as she strokes her tongue against mine.

This woman—my woman—has ruined me by bringing me to life. I understand why I never held anything other than apathy towards anyone else now. It’s her. It will always be her, and there’s some cosmic force at play that’s brought us together.

I don’t take her into my bedroom where I spent my childhood hating myself. This version of myself is new, so I take her to the guest bedroom and lay her on the wooden sleigh bed. But she pushes me away and springs up off the bed, rushing out, “Need to pee.”

“Do it on me.” I step in front of her. “Mark me as yours, and then I’m doing the same. You belong to me—heart, body, soul, mind. All of it.”

I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom.

I turn the shower on, allowing the water to heat while I undress her.

Every inch of skin revealed is welcomed home by my lips.

She’s gentler now as she copies me. I have to bend my knees so she can reach, but as soon as Hana presses her lips to my chest, it’s like I’ve been reborn.

All births are messy, filled with screams and blood before the wave of peace. This isn’t any different as I lead her under the spray then lower to my knees. Combing her fingers through my hair, she tilts my head back then slowly lifts her leg over my shoulder.

The warm water rains down my face, dripping onto my chest as I wait for her to anoint me as hers. I massage up her leg to lay my hand flat on her stomach then slowly push in when she doesn’t move. “Do it. I want to be yours, and I only want you to dirty me.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair as she grits, “You are not dirty. You are my strength and companion.”

The trickle starts slow, so I apply more pressure to her stomach to increase the force. Her thighs shake as the warm liquid washes down my chest. I grip her waist, pulling her to squat over my twitching dick.

“Clever girl,” I moan. “Get daddy’s dick warm.”

She whimpers. She, this woman with blood on her hands, whimpers for me while I’m on my knees.

I stroke my dick through the stream as the steam rises around us. I bite into the inside of her knee to ground myself, to stop myself from coming as she finishes. Curling my fingers around her nape, I pull her into me and softly kiss her.

Hana tries to lower to her knees, but I shake my head and then straighten to my full height. She allows me to move her so she’s under the showerhead. “Turn around, baby. Let me see your tight ass that’s just mine.”

Doing as she’s told, she turns, flattens her hands on the wall, then looks at me over her shoulder. I soften my voice as I lightly slap her ass. “Pull your cheeks apart.” When she does, I praise, “Good girl. One day, I’m going to stretch this tight hole, see how much piss you can carry for daddy.”

I grip my dick, squeezing in the middle for relief before the stream begins.

She moans as the warmth trickles over her ass, running down her legs, the heating water washing it away.

When I’m done, I kiss her shoulder and pull her up to stand.

She hugs my forearms so they’re tightly around her waist and says, “Animals do that, you know?”

“Hmm, they do.” I rest my cheek on top of her wet hair. “They do it to mark their territory, scare off predators, and so they know where home is. Why do you think I wanted you to mark me like this?”

Her laugh is all air as she leans against my chest and closes her eyes.

“Next time, you’re going to do it for longer,” I whisper. “You’ll watch me get hard without you touching me, and then you’ll be a good girl for me and ride me.”

She leans into my chest and hugs my arms tighter. “Next time?”

“Tomorrow,” I say, my voice coming out stronger. “And the day after that. Every day after that.”

We’ll leave this place to find somewhere just ours, escape the memories, questions, and deaths we needed to become whole.

I clean us both without moving her away then carry her out of the shower to the bed, uncaring about the water dripping from our bodies.

There’s a new lightness in her eyes as she watches me and drops her legs open. I take in her body with the sunlight streaming through the windows. The little freckles under her tits are going to be surrounded by my bites, the scars on her body rewritten, and the smile on her face will never leave.

She lightly kicks my thigh with an accusation. “You said your name was Jamie.”

“Auguste. I didn’t want to be him with you, so I lied.

” I hold her knee and press my apology into her skin.

“You showed me parts of myself I never knew were there and gave life to the ones I thought had died. Whatever name I go by is yours. Whatever I am is yours.” I slowly kiss a path up her body until I reach her lips.

Cupping her cheek, I reverently trace the freckles under her eyes as I whisper against her lips, “You made me, Hana.”

I kiss her with the gratitude of a man who’s found his place in life after years of aimless wandering, and she kisses me back just as passionately.

“I made you,” she whispers into my mouth.

“Yeah, baby.” I push my knee between her thighs. “Rub your pretty cunt on daddy’s thigh. Show me how much my clever girl needs me.”

Planting her feet on the bed, she lifts her hips and holds my sides then grinds down. I softly trail my lips across her freckles as I brush her wet hair away from her face. I stroke her face with my knuckles as I beg, “Who am I?”

“Auguste,” she moans. “Mine. You belong to me.”

“Good girl. Now tell me who you are.”

“Hana. Your clever girl. Not stupid.”

“Never,” I agree as I brush the tip of my nose against her. “My clever girl with the soaked cunt. Shall daddy make it better?”

“Yes,” she moans even louder.

“Hands on the headboard, baby.”

Her nails score up my ribs as she lifts her hands then flattens them above her head. I go back to her lips, softly sucking the bottom one between my teeth as I kneel between her thighs and stroke the smooth skin below her hips with the back of my middle finger.

“Who took this away?” I ask, pissed at the smoothness now that she’s officially mine.

“Me. I don’t like it.”

“You’ll leave this for me from now on.” I look in her eyes so she can’t misunderstand me. “I want a woman, Hana. If you don’t like it being untouched, then I’ll shave it for you exactly how I want it.”

“Why?”

“Because…” my voice drops as I lean into her, “when you think you’re in control, I’ll pull those curls to keep you attached to me.

I’ll call you my little girl, my clever girl.

You’ll suck your daddy’s dick when you need to soothe yourself, but make no fucking mistake: I know exactly what you are.

You are a woman with blood on your hands and me in your heart. ”

“You’re mine,” she whispers.

“Always. In life and after death.” I cup the back of her head, forcing her to look between our bodies. “Watch your cunt welcome me home.” We both moan as I slowly push inside her. “Bless this entrance, guard me who enters, and never let me leave.”

Her moans get louder as I change the prayer I’d been forced to repeat.

“Let nothing enter this cunt that is not of me,” I groan.

I bury myself inside her in one thrust as she whimpers with tears in her eyes. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I repeat, fucking her slowly as I lay her head back on the pillow. Threading our fingers together on the headboard, I watch her tears slowly race over her temples, melting into her hair, and feel her moans brushing my lips.

“Clever Hana.” I kiss her cheek.

She preens under the praise as I fuck her in long, slow strokes, feeling every inch of her tight cunt welcome me while she blinks up at me, teary-eyed. Her breath shudders as she moans, “Auguste.”

“That’s right, baby. Say my name.”

“Auguste.” She smiles, her eyes glistening as I brush a tear off her cheek with my nose.

“Hana, my beautiful, clever woman. Godly,” I whisper as I grind into her. “My creator.”