XXIII · No Salvation

🎧 Slow Down by Jessica Baio

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There was so much hot purging cum that it flodded in my mouth and dripped from it, down my chin, neck, and down his shaft, but then the shadow hand pushed my head down, forcing me to take more and more of it in my throat, widening my lips so much to take his thickness that I felt as if my lips were going to reap apart. Arching my body, I allowed it to take over, not fighting against it, easing my throat to take more of him. Then, I was pushing it in, deep into my throat, gulping all of his cum, eyes on his.

His eyes were obsidian black, glowing with a challenge, one that asked if I would take it all or not, and I took it personally. So, even as tears escaped my eyes, I kept them open, on his, as I gagged on him, taking it all, taking everything in, every inch, like I know nobody did, like I know in my bones that nobody ever will. But I'm different, I'm a void dweller, even if I have no dimension of what that really means, I feel the urge of doing to him something that will leave a permanent mark in his mind, the same way he did when he fucked me like no one could.

I want to give him the best blowjob of his life, even if it's my first time doing this. The books I read in secret should come to some use, and I refuse to show him that I can't take him, that he's too much, even if he is too much at first sight. I want to force my body to its limits for him, to show him I can pleasure him like no other, even if he can't drink my blood, even if I'm lethal to him, even if he can only fuck me with the shadows. I want to show him that it's worthy using them on me, even when he fights the urge to use them.

Maybe I'm being stubbornly selfish, and doing all this just so he'll keep fucking me with his magic, and eating my pussy like a fucking God. But so what? He said himself, one of the main reasons why he's doing all this to me it's to defy my dad's memory, because he would kill him for this and the adrenaline of it makes him want me more. And to be honest, I don't care, as long as he wants me, as long as he stays with me even if as my dam master, as long as he keeps devouring me with his eyes, and satiating his thirst by eating my pussy our and drinking my orgasms.

I don't mind his reasons, even if that makes us both selfish assholes. He can be a selfish jerk with suspicious motivations and with the desire to use me to get the answers to all the questions my dad left him with, as long as he keep giving me what I want, that is both information and pleasure, I will not give a damn, if he keeps calling me cherryling and forcing multiple violent orgasms out of my body, I won't give a damn. I just want to be like this for as long as we stay in the same path together, until our curiosity is satiated and we get the answers we need.

I'm not expecting him to fall in love with me and swear his eternal devotion or some shit, I'm not expecting love and kindness from him, even less romance. I know in my bones that we wouldn't work out in the long run, because he can't fuck me skin to skin like I want, and he cant drink my blood and satiate his vampire need like he wants. That's proof enough.

But for as long as I stay as his apprentice and he stay as my master, I want to keep doing this with him, and if he gets possessive and doesn't let me get with anyone else, I won't care, because I don't want to see him with another female either. If he wants to get exclusive and claim me for as long as this partnership lasts, than I'm on board, because I'm possessive too, and if he wants to be like that, he will have to deal with me being the same.

So, he can mark me all he wants with with hands and his lips, because I'll mark him too, and I'll love to let people know that he's fucking me, that I'm the one who got the luck to be taken by him, and to take what I want from him.

I'll do him so well that he won't be able to be with another female without having me on his mind, without tasting me when his lips are on her, without imagining my hands on him when she touches him, without feeling my pussy when his cock is buried inside of her, without me coming to haunt him when he's eating her out or sleeping next to her, without hearing my voice when she calls his name or begs for more. I want to get inked in his system, so he'll forever linger with a cherry scent that belongs to me.

I don't give a fuck if I sounds toxic, I was born toxic.

You can't expect a void not to be toxic, and I am all that.

I've always been one to obsess over all that catches my eye, to only let got off it after I've devoured everything about my obsession to the bone. He may thinks it's my blood that makes me lethal, that it's my void dweller nature, but boy, he has no idea of how obsessively primal I can be. Dorian has no idea of what he got himself into the second he gave me his attention, the second I inhaled his scent, the second he undressed me with his eyes.

He thinks my dad wouldn't let him be with me because he's his lil pupil, because he could hurt me, but what he doesn't know is that my dad would be against it to protect him. To protect him from me, to avoid me from consuming, devouring him entirely, until nothing is left of him but me.

Until all he knows, thinks, desires, and thirsts for… is me.

Maybe that's what being a void dweller really means. Maybe that's always been part of my nature. Maybe my dad always knew what I was, he always knew what I was really capable of, given what I am. Maybe my dad didn't let me get out in order to protect me from the humans outside our villa, but to protect them from me.

Maybe he didn't leave Auradoom to protect me from the dangers that lie in here, from the threats to my life, but to protect Auradoom from the threat that I represent to them, the danger. To protect them from that old and ancient monster that lies under my skin, a monster worse than that beast they killed centuries ago. Maybe… my dad wasn't scared for but of me.

Because voids consume everything that comes in their line of sight without mercy, they take, take, take, and take because that's all they know how to do. And what's in my line of sight right now… is Dorian Kairos.

He didn't save me of Zash, he saved Zash of me.

But he can't save himself.