Page 11 of You Only Die Twice

I curl my fingers just a touch, hitting that spot I know makes her squirm. Gasping, her walls clamp down, holding me hostage deep inside her. Another crack splits the air, far louder than before.

Instead of a scream of terror or pain, Katrina cries out in pleasure, her body spasming around me. Marveling at the change, I break eye contact and peer around the cross to look at Luka. His lips twist up into a smug smirk of knowing. He knew she would respond like this, get off on the pain eventually.

Looking back up into her glassy eyes, I smile, the monster squirming about in my head until I'm almost overwhelmed by the sensation. I apply my lips to her clit, moaning as she jerks about, riding my face with an abandon that rivals even that moment on the ship.

I continue sucking, lapping, teasing. I draw out her moans and groans, sealing them inside my head to replay over and over whenever Luka is too busy to notice. Soon, the moans quiet, and again I glance up, the human part of me needing to know she’s still alive.

Her eyes are clouded and soft, a smile teasing her lips. I know that look anywhere. Our little human is floating in subspace. It’s only then that Luka puts down the damned whip and walks over to us. He unfastens her and leads her over to the bed.

Katrina is weak, her steps faltering. Jumping into action, I scoop her up in my arms, ignoring the siren call of the blood weeping from her back as best I can. As I bring her to the bed, Luka unbuttons his pants and slides his belt through the loops.

“You remember our deal, yes?”

I grind my teeth, forcing my gaze to stay on Katrina. Right now, she’s my lifeline, the only thing tethering me to humanity. “Yes.”

“And you still wish to fuck our little human?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I thought. Whenever you’re ready.”

Lying down on the bed, I pull Katrina’s limp body on top of mine. Her soft gasps and sighs as her back stretches and pulls, opening and reopening the wounds going straight to my cock. Finally, I’ll have the heaven I wished for.

Katrina’s knees come up around my hips, as if she knows what’s expected of her without me even asking. As I get her into position, Luka slides up between my thighs, his hands kneading the flesh as I maneuver my human over me. I don’t give a fuck what he says. Katrina will always be mine.

I may have to share her with the devil himself, but she will forever belong to me. Luka grabs my cock, and I force the moan to stay in my throat. As much as I despise the man, I can’t deny how good it feels when he touches me. No doubt part of the same reason I hear his voice in my head.

Knowing him, he’s forcing me to enjoy it. Yet one more humiliation to add to the tally standing before me. The heat of Katrina’s pussy as Luka drags my head through her soaking lips makes it all worth it. If I have to go through hell to experience her heaven, then so be it.

I grip her hips, sinking her down onto my shaft. Groaning, I lift up a touch to drag her nipple into my mouth. The duality of the hard nipple surrounded by such soft skin astounds me. Until immortality, I could never fully appreciate the feel, smell, texture of the human body.

Now, I get to revel in it. Moaning, I suck deeper, scraping her delicate skin with my fangs. The vibrations roll through my body, and I thrust upward, slamming her down onto my cock. Her squeal of surprised pleasure makes my dick pulse, and I want nothing more than to just ravage her body, but Luka stands before me, waiting until Katrina is fully seated to take his due.

Holding her close, I force my body to relax, to focus on her as the tip of his cock prods my back entrance. Experience keeps me still. I know if I fight him, he’ll just make it worse. If I can relax, allowing him to enter, he might actually make it somewhat pleasurable for me.

And that right there is his end game. Get me to debase myself to spare my physical body discomfort as he tears through my mind and will, leaving me a shell of the man I once was. If not for Katrina grinding against me as he forces himself past that tight ring, I don’t think I could hold still.

It’s just not in my nature to submit, but for her, I will. I will move heaven and earth if it keeps her safe. Inch by inch, I feel him filling me up, sliding forward, stretching me, breaking me, until the crisp hairs scrape against my ass. I’m so full, so impossibly tight. Luka’s thick cock threatens to split me in two, and yet, I keep my grip on Katrina as light as possible.

She’s not to blame for this situation. All of it’s my fault, and I will have to spend eternity with that fact. If only I was more careful. If only I kept her closer. If only…. My world seems to spin and stop on that one phrase. If only.

If only I hadn’t found Gloria, or rather, the lack of Gloria. If only I hadn’t become obsessed with Luka to the point that everything else suffered as a result. If only I hadn’t come on this fucking cruise. Pausing, I look up into Katrina’s blissed-out expression, and a soft smile eases across my lips.

If I hadn’t, I would have never met my human, the other half of my soul. Well, I guess she is my soul now. Mine is forever gone, tied into the monster that is Luka. He grunts as he seats himself fully, then leans forward, sliding his tongue along one of her open wounds, lapping at the blood welling up.

My groan matches his as he opens his mind, sharing with me the sensations, the tastes, everything. The way my ass chokes his cock as he slides back out and in again in purposeful thrusts. It’s far more erotic than I ever imagined. My senses are on fire, as sensations skitter along my synapses, threatening to overwhelm me.

Gripping Katrina’s hips, I hold her still as I both thrust into her and ride Luka at the same time. It’s an odd feeling. No words can describe the visceral sensation of her pussy clamping around my cock as I force my way in, coupled with the thick, full feeling as Luka lets me use his dick as my own personal dildo.

The three of us moan in near unison as we each seek our pleasure. Katrina slumps against me, allowing me to fully take over. Running my nose along her neck, I pause, glancing over at Luka. He nods and grips her head, holding her in place as I run my fangs against the delicate skin.

My balls ache as I piston in and out of her, desperate to find my release. With a hiss, I sink my fangs into her neck, rewarded with the most divine taste as her blood spills over my tongue and down my throat. Her pulse flutters as her pussy spasms around me, her orgasm triggered by my bite.

Grinning against her neck, I suck her deep into me, letting her taste fill me like none other. The moment her blood enters my veins, I feel new again, almost human. I hold her close, groaning as electricity jolts down my spine. My cock jerks inside her as my own orgasm starts to close in.

I pull back and lick the marks on her neck, pausing to prick my thumb and mix my blood into the wound. Her skin knits before my eyes, leaving no trace that I ever bit her. Groaning, I feel Luka’s hands slide in between us as he holds her, taking over. As he thrusts into me, he lifts and lowers Katrina, effectively fucking me in two ways.

It’s an overload of sensations. After a few more strokes, he sets Katrina back on top of me and reaches in between to grip my balls. The impending orgasm slams into me, leaving me breathless. I’ve had good orgasms before, but nothing that would match the intensity or velocity of this one.