Page 31 of Vile Pucker

“There’s a fucking corpse right there!” I cried, my throat raw.

His cold eyes flicked over the body without interest.

“And?”

“And we need to report it.”

His eyes were still glued to my thighs, where his cum had dried in messy, sticky streaks.

“Once I’m sure you’re keeping that cum in there.”

I was forced to wait with the skeleton as the minutes dragged on.

Gabriel held a hand over my stomach.

“I wonder how long until your belly isthisbig.”

His eyes were uncomfortably bright and dilated.

“We have to tell someone,” I insisted. “Some guy died here!”

But it was only once he was convinced enough cum stayed inside me that he let me go.

“You can go tell Branby, I’m going out for a smoke.”

Oh god, finally.

My knees were shaking and I couldn’t move without my pussy making a wet gushing sound as I pulled my ruined panties up over my hips.

“Oh, and do not touch my father.”

“What?”

His eyes flicked up at me, dragging down my skin, little dark flecks of depravity.

“You heard me. Do not touch my father. Do not go near my father.”

“W-why?”

“Because I said so. Because you’re mine now.”

My hands were trembling as I climbed down the barn ladder, and Gabriel impatiently picked me up and swung down, hanging in the empty space for a moment before dropping lightly down to the floor.

He could not be human.

I was reminded of the uncanny valley theory that our sense of something notquiteright had originated in evolutionary times.

That, buried in our evolutionary senses was a memory that one time we had needed to recognize things that looked like humanbut were not.

Gabriel’s uncanny, primal power was proof of that. A face so beautiful that it hid the fact thathe didn’t think like a human.

He thought like amonster.

CHAPTER 10

If I thought finding a dead body on the grounds of Ashgrove Manor would stop hockey practice, I was wrong.

Nothing would stop it.