Page 31 of You Only Die Twice

No human could ever be like this.

“And what makes you think we’re human, Kotenok?”

I freeze, my mind and body colliding, facing the truth that it doesn’t want to see. The ship. The sinking. The lifeboats. All of it flashes before my eyes in a montage I can’t look away from.

Vampire.

No.

I can’t believe this.

This isn’t real.

It can’t possibly be real.

Oh, my, Solnechnny Luchik. It is. Jackson and I have created you, fashioned you in our image. We are your God, and you will bow to us, or we will make you. Stop these incessant thoughts. Allow your mind to accept what you are. Give in.

God, Katrina. You feel so fucking good pulsing around us, gripping us as we use you. Don’t be afraid of these darker urges, of these wants and desires that flow through you. No matter what Luka does to you, does to us, I’ll always be there to piece you back together. You don’t have to be afraid of not having your needs met anymore. You’re home. You belong.

At that last sentence, my body explodes, my pussy fluttering about as best as it can within the tightness of their cocks filling me. They both groan in unison, their hands pawing at me as they search for their own release. With a mighty surge, both of them impale me, stretching me once again to the breaking point.

I scream once more as cum shoots deep inside, burning the raw, ripped edges of my pussy. It’s like liquid fire filling me to the brim. Then again, my body adapts to the pain, transforming it into pure pleasure. They both bend down, their canines ripping into my flesh as they drink from me.

The feeling of being drained is exquisite, as if they’re pulling out all the pain and agony and leaving me floating on a cloud. My eyelids flutter closed as I allow Jackson’s body to take all of my weight. His chest heaves beneath me as he drinks from me, my pussy convulsing around the two as another orgasm slams into me, leaving me breathless.

I’m rewarded with more of their hot cum, sighing as it heats me up from the inside out. I’m so cold. So very cold, but their cum is like a transfusion of heat, searing me, leaving me gasping from the sensation. I’ve had Chet come inside me before, but never had I ever felt it.

It was just a fact. He came in me. My trip to the bathroom confirmed it. But now, I feel every spurt, every drip of them as they force it deep into my body. I feel their heads grazing my insides as they jerk, emptying themselves out inside me.

I’m their vessel.

Their little cumslut. It’s a role I’d always wanted to play but never had the chance. Chet was so worried about me getting pregnant that he either wore a condom or made me go to the bathroom the moment we were done. It didn’t matter that I was on birth control. A politician couldn’t have a child out of marriage. It just wasn’t done.

I didn’t want children either, but instead of making himself wear a condom every time, he forced me to empty myself with him watching, convinced I was somehow going to keep it in me and get pregnant despite both of our wishes not to. It was laughable then, but not so much now. I wanted him to use me, to degrade me, anything.

But no.

I was never worth that to him. I was never worth having my needs seen to. Jackson and Luka, however, they crave me, cherish me, give me everything my heart desires, and then some. Too bad I’m going to wake up from all of this alone and wanting in my room.

Tears drip from my eyes, and once more, I feel the rasps of a tongue against my cheek. As if licking the tears away will ease the pain in my heart. It’s all too much to bear. I can’t do this anymore. The agony of knowing it will all slip away consumes me, despite the reassuring whispers and snarls filling my brain.

It just confirms what I already know.

Good girls don’t get a happy ending.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Luka

Rage fills me as I hear her thoughts, watching the quiver of her body as she cries. This is the day of her awakening. She shouldn’t be shedding tears over a pissant that can’t even fuck his woman properly. Now that I’m deep inside her, I know her from the inside out. I can see all her desires, her wants, her fears.

The little bit she showed of that asshole is nothing compared to the deep, hollow well of longing that’s been building up inside her. She only asked for the bare minimum, and what did he do? The arrogant prick rebuffed her. Her. Katrina. The woman for whom the stars shine at night.

I don’t do sappy. I don’t do mushy. I’ve even told Jackson this, but what I can do, what I will do, is feed that rage that simmers deep inside. The fact that he rejected this perfect specimen of a human…no…not a human anymore. Something akin to pride blossoms in my chest as I watch her sleep on Jackson’s chest.

She’s no longer our little human. She’s a force to be reckoned with. If only she’d allow herself to believe how strong she is. Katrina could bend the world to her will, but instead, she mourns a pathetic roach that couldn’t even be bothered to see the treasure he possessed.

I keep combing through her brain, the task much easier now that she’s asleep, and though there are no memories of him actively cheating on her, there are scores where she felt alone, abandoned, touch-starved even. I take in the sneers, the derision, all the things Katrina didn’t really see or notice, but her brain did. Her subconscious sucked it up.