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The amulet was of a silver skull, with two, tear-shaped garnets fastened below the skull’s eye sockets, made to look as though it was weeping blood.
“Struggle all you want, little thief. You’ve committed a crime against death itself, and until you atone for your sins, there’s no escape.”
“Little thief, if there is one thing I can assure you, it’s that I’m never letting you go.”
“What is this place? Is this…” I almost didn’t want to say it. “Hell?” “It’s the land between, the realm of lost souls, awaiting their audience with the Lord of Judgement.” “The Lord?” “The King of Limbo. Death incarnate. The Lord of Bones. He has many names, yes. Many. You can run away, like the Mistress, but he’ll always bring you back.”
“Remember this. In the dark hours of the night, after I’ve crawled under that delectable skin of yours, invaded your every cell, peeled back your layers, and branded myself onto every bone of your body, know that you brought this on yourself.”
The horny little goth girl inside wanted to stay in the realm of the dead and play the pet of the evil bone monster.
“I guess I am. You’re not the real you, so it’s perfectly fine if, you know, the whole ‘bone daddy’ thing you got going on actually does it for me.”
There was a part of my new pet that wanted me. She wanted my darkness, my corruption. The thought of my punishments had her heating with excitement, even if they scared her. Hells, her terror seemed to heighten her
Death falling in love with life was a tale as old as fucking time. I’d been warned, so many times. I couldn't help it. This was my weakness. She was my weakness.
“I fucking love your frantic little heartbeat. It pounds so hard when I tease you.”
“God has no place here, nor prayers made to him. Here, there is no hope of his salvation. Only dust, darkness, and the screams of the damned.” He leaned forward, so close his breath swept over me, heating my flesh. “Soon, your screams will join their forsaken chorus, and it will be my name in your mouth. Not God’s.”
I want you too much. If I fuck you, and I feel the pound of that mortal heart kiss the tip of my dick, it’s all over. I’ll never let you go.
feeling. “You did well.” Belial fell back onto the pillows, the arm holding the wine bottle propped on one knee. He tipped the bottle back and this time, a milky substance—the cum that had dribbled into the bottle—slipped through the glass, past the mouth hole of his mask, and down his throat. A sated sigh fell from his lips—like he’d drunk a refreshing glass of lemonade and not my cum.
Still, I couldn’t stay in the land of the dead just because it had better dick.
Jesus Christ. The sins a tongue like that could commit.
“You will be my slave. You will suffer at my hand, and I will draw pleasure from your beautiful little screams. I will brand my name upon your bones, and carve it into your flesh. You will endure me and my brutality for all eternity. As my pet. My mate. My queen.”
“You want your freedom so badly? I want to see you fight for it, bleed for it, die for it,” he said, tilting my chin up higher. “You must escape my grounds before time runs thin…” His hand dropped from my chin to grip my ass, grinding me against the impossibly huge bulge pressed against my stomach. It was a threat—no, a promise. “Or become mine forever, until eternity’s end.”
“Um, I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m a little tied up at the moment. Whatever you want, we’re probably gonna have to raincheck it until after I’m not slowly sinking to my death. Kay? Thanks.”
I’m not in the habit of making love to corpses.” He admired the rings on his fingers like a cocky asshole, refusing to look in my direction. “Though I’m not sure I’m patient enough to wait for the Lord to revive you either.”
“Eat a dick, you horned prick.”
“You’re no fun. Yes, you can keep them attached. I’ll give you a way to summon me—only when you need me—but I have a condition.” His eyes darkened as he took a step toward me. My breath caught in my chest. “What kind of condition?” “I’m going to use you however I want, so long as I keep you in one piece.”
Maybe plucking all the severed body parts from the bushes wasn’t such a bad idea. It would help me mark the paths I’d been down—like the breadcrumbs from Hansel and Gretel but fucked up.
No matter how deep I went into the labyrinth, how far away I got from the castle, the Lord of Bones wouldn’t be far away. He’d always be able to find me. Always watching. Waiting for my time to run out.
“The body parts you’ve seen belong to lost souls who never went through Judgement. If they wait too long, they go crazy and wander off, usually eaten by other corrupt souls. The blood oak tree was once a Roman blacksmith, if you can believe it. The smart souls seek refuge outside of their bodies.”
“They aren’t the same.” He chuckled. “Their flesh doesn’t turn pink, their pussies don’t throb and heat. They don’t bleed like you. They don’t scream like you…” He leaned forward, and my heart stuttered at the flash of pointed teeth I caught through the mouth of his mask. “And they certainly don’t cream like you do.”
“What do you say, Rayven?” “Go fuck yourself?” I managed through gritted teeth. “Then again, you probably do all the time. Why else would that hand be so strong?”
silver cuff encircled the base, with a dainty chain connecting it to the prince albert piercing at the tip of my dick.
“I think…I think it’s the most intense cock I’ve ever seen. If you had an internet connection down here, you could have a popping Only Fans account.”
I'd been numb for so long, just a ghost of the demon I once was. Now, this mortal female lit a flame inside me. It burned so hot, it threatened to burn me and my entire world down, and I didn't even care, as long as I rose from the ashes with her in my arms and her heart still beating.
Because you get off on my suffering.” “Because I get off on making you feel, Rayven.”
“You are nothing like Catherine. She was a fool’s hope, a spark of something that never took flame. My lust for life and nothing more.” He pulled my wrist closer, though his gaze never left mine. “You are so much more. You will be my mate, my queen. You will know my body as she never did, my love as she never would.”
“Well, my baths back at home don’t usually involve a sexy masked demon, or me almost drowning because said demon has an intense asphyxiation kink. Or me stabbing anyone. Still, this is better… I think.”
“The Library of Souls is eternal paradise, or as close as anyone can get to it, anyway.” To my surprise, the ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “It figures heaven is a library.”
“I’ve told you before. You are a drug, especially in a place like this,” I said, my fingers still exploring her soft skin. “Warm pussy. Beating heart. Perfect, gorgeous skin. Your eyes are filled with fire, your mind churning with beautiful, dark thoughts. You are kind, but you aren’t weak. You’re stubborn to a fault. If you were mine, I’d spend eternity breathing you in, tasting you, branding every part of you onto my very bones.”
