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But...Ily was right.

The longer we played these twisted games, the sicker we became.

We were lost.

Well and truly corrupted.

And I had no idea what would become of us if we kept doing this.

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THE CURSE OF BLOOD & DARKNESS

by

Henri Mercer

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I truly am my father’s son.

The things I’ve done to my jewel.

The things I want to do to my jewel.

I’ve drawn her blood, marked her, whipped her, flogged her, fucked her, and last night...I completely consumed her.

One rose quartz dildo in her ass.

One obsidian phallus in her pussy.

My hard cock in her mouth.

She looked fucking spectacular.

Skewered in three ways.

Teary eyed, body pleading, whimpering, and quivering.

The blackness doesn’t just welcome me anymore, it has become me.

I’m polluted by it.

Defiled by it.

I no longer fear the black because I am the black.

And she is my—

“Oh, I’m so happy to hear you used the gifts I gave you.” Victor reached around the back of the wingback where I sat in the library. His hands landed on my shoulders, giving me a quick massage.

Slamming the laptop closed, I spun in the chair and dislodged his hold. “Do you fucking mind?”

He smirked. “Still not ready to share your manuscript, mon ami?”

“I’ll share when and if I’m ever ready, Vic.”

“Fine. Fine.” He held up his hands and strolled around the library. The soaring shelves of literature wrapped us in paper motes and history. “I’ll let you keep writing your secrets. Just, I’m curious. Tell me, Henri. Tell me what she is...”