Page 45 of Dealing Fates

The idea of Bane dying due to not being able to complete his job makes my heart seize, or it could be the lack of oxygen.

Flipping me over onto my hands and knees, Bane presses my face into the dirt as he spits into my asshole.

“You are my salty little emo human,” he growls. “I love the way you hum under your breath, the way people light up around you, even though I’m jealous as fuck about it.”

His thick cock burns as he pushes his way into my hole, but there’s still cum leaking from it to help ease his way. His cum has made a mess of the pants and boxers I’m no longer wearing, and I’m certain Bane won’t stop until I’m screaming his name.

“And I’m willing to say it, since you need to hear it,” Bane rasps, his voice full of darkness and shadows as he pumps his cock in and out of me slower than usual. It feels as if he’s using both his words and actions to show me how he feels. His shadows join him in wrapping around my cock, while another gags me as it fucks my mouth.

God, this is my afterlife. Chaotic, messy, and insane. And I desperately want to hear Bane tell me he loves me again.

“I fucking love you, My Little Human,” he says, biting my shoulder to make me scream, despite the shadows gagging me. “I love your snores, your stomach grumbling, and everything else that should make me insane. There is no one like you, and it pleases me greatly that you’ll be with me forever.”

Shuddering, I scream out my release, while Bane groans as he fills up my ass. The soil around me is clawed with my fingers, and it’s all underneath my nails. I have no doubts that I look as if I was buried alive.

As if he’s listening to my thoughts, he chuckles darkly as he pulls my body up until he can cuddle me against his chest.

“Happy now, Onyx?” he asks.

Turning, I glare at him because the shadows are still keeping me mute.

“That’s rhetorical,” he chuckles. “I can see by the flush of your skin, the brightness of your eyes that you’re completely content.”

Rolling my eyes, I sigh happily as I lay my head back on him..

“Was that really so hard?” I sass, earning a pinch to the ass cheek.

“Brat.” His chuckle is low, the sound making my toes curl in pleasure.

“But I’m your brat.”

“Yes.” His lips brush the top of my head. A wave of happiness I haven’t truly felt down here until now washes over me. “You are mine, Little Human. For now until the end of time.”

It’s not conventional, but I am happy now. I have promises to hold onto now, real emotions, and love. The rest will grow with time, and the Devil knows, I have that in spades.