“Can't resist it for too long can you Charon?” Ahzrukhal drawled almost drunkenly, still turning his head to watch her no matter which way she dipped her head from his searching gaze – it was a taunting act that was far from necessary. The girl was already bleeding, bruised, and broken.
“How does that ghoul cock feel, kid?”
Even through the gag, Charon heard what sounded like a 'fuck you' as her body started to stick to the table top, making it move on it's legs with every thrust.
“Mm'hm, nice I'm sure. Some ask me if Charon's proportionate to his height, all that stereotypical bogus, but in his case...” a thick grin shown again on Ahzrukhal face, “...well, they'd be right wouldn't they? Stings doesn't it?”
She gave a tired whine, but jerked once more under Charon's hand. Ahzrukhal gave a short 'tsk' before taking up the knife nearing the edge of the table from all the jostling. With practiced grace the weapon twirled in his fingers.
The girl went still again; growing slicker under Charon's hands. Bile rose in his throat as he bit back another moan when she tightened hard around his girth; inner thighs move against his leathers. If Ahzrukhal gave the word he would have cum just then...as sick as it really was.
The knife glistened with light as it twirled, and then, without any word, Ahzrukhal stuck the blade under the cloth knot at the back of her head; some strands of hair cutting and sticking to her damp skin.
“I'll slit your throat if you scream. I've got no qualms about having Charon here gun down any rescuers either...you've already ruined my reputation...what the harm if I clean this place out, hmm?”
For a full minute all she did was suck in lungfuls of air against Charon's unrestrained rhythm; coughing softly until she started to grunt and moan....and to Charon's horror and Ahzrukhal's pleasure, not all of it sounded entirely painful.
Ahzrukhal continued twirling the blade, gaining whatever sick pleasure he could from the sight of her being so thoroughly ruined, “Sounds like Crowley was right...”, he snickered when she gasped loudly.
A raw sound stuttered from her throat before she managed a few, spiteful words, “Gonna'ah...kill yoo..”
“I'm sure you are sweet heart,” he bit back sarcastically, “Charon...give her what she's too proud to ask for. Fuck her 'till she comes...then you can spill yourself.”
To make it quick, Charon tried to remember how he'd pleasured women in the past; how to speed it along for her. He slowed his pace, left her empty save for a few inches. In a shallow, steady pace he took her, pulling her back despite the way her front stuck to the table so he could reach a hand between her legs. With blood or fluids, he couldn't be sure, he found her slick clit and rubbed, hearing her try to hold back grunts, most coming through in short, loud exhales. Whether she liked it or not her body was responding, and if Charon could do anything worthwhile, he could make it quick for her.
“..n'no...stop...” she begged in a sound worse than the pathetic hiccup that still rang in his head – it was so desperate and tired, Charon almost stopped...but the conditioning won out without fail, and onward he went; rubbing and fucking her steadily.
“Please!-stop it...” - as her body quivered and she came, sobbing softly as her hips bucked back, she continued pleading almost unintelligibly. Charon groaned, about to pull out as his orgasm ran up his thighs, but Ahzrukhal wouldn't have that...
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 8/?
“How does that ghoul cock feel, kid?”
Even through the gag, Charon heard what sounded like a 'fuck you' as her body started to stick to the table top, making it move on it's legs with every thrust.
“Mm'hm, nice I'm sure. Some ask me if Charon's proportionate to his height, all that stereotypical bogus, but in his case...” a thick grin shown again on Ahzrukhal face, “...well, they'd be right wouldn't they? Stings doesn't it?”
She gave a tired whine, but jerked once more under Charon's hand. Ahzrukhal gave a short 'tsk' before taking up the knife nearing the edge of the table from all the jostling. With practiced grace the weapon twirled in his fingers.
The girl went still again; growing slicker under Charon's hands. Bile rose in his throat as he bit back another moan when she tightened hard around his girth; inner thighs move against his leathers. If Ahzrukhal gave the word he would have cum just then...as sick as it really was.
The knife glistened with light as it twirled, and then, without any word, Ahzrukhal stuck the blade under the cloth knot at the back of her head; some strands of hair cutting and sticking to her damp skin.
“I'll slit your throat if you scream. I've got no qualms about having Charon here gun down any rescuers either...you've already ruined my reputation...what the harm if I clean this place out, hmm?”
For a full minute all she did was suck in lungfuls of air against Charon's unrestrained rhythm; coughing softly until she started to grunt and moan....and to Charon's horror and Ahzrukhal's pleasure, not all of it sounded entirely painful.
Ahzrukhal continued twirling the blade, gaining whatever sick pleasure he could from the sight of her being so thoroughly ruined, “Sounds like Crowley was right...”, he snickered when she gasped loudly.
A raw sound stuttered from her throat before she managed a few, spiteful words, “Gonna'ah...kill yoo..”
“I'm sure you are sweet heart,” he bit back sarcastically, “Charon...give her what she's too proud to ask for. Fuck her 'till she comes...then you can spill yourself.”
To make it quick, Charon tried to remember how he'd pleasured women in the past; how to speed it along for her. He slowed his pace, left her empty save for a few inches. In a shallow, steady pace he took her, pulling her back despite the way her front stuck to the table so he could reach a hand between her legs. With blood or fluids, he couldn't be sure, he found her slick clit and rubbed, hearing her try to hold back grunts, most coming through in short, loud exhales. Whether she liked it or not her body was responding, and if Charon could do anything worthwhile, he could make it quick for her.
“..n'no...stop...” she begged in a sound worse than the pathetic hiccup that still rang in his head – it was so desperate and tired, Charon almost stopped...but the conditioning won out without fail, and onward he went; rubbing and fucking her steadily.
“Please!-stop it...” - as her body quivered and she came, sobbing softly as her hips bucked back, she continued pleading almost unintelligibly. Charon groaned, about to pull out as his orgasm ran up his thighs, but Ahzrukhal wouldn't have that...