by Havok, Rayne
Fuck.
The mattress dips from his weight and I’m nowhere near ready to deal with this, even the voice in my head has the wherewithal to run and I’m left with only the silence.
He lifts my shirt upward, exposing more of my naked ass. I feel his hands on me harder now. Squeezing my cheeks, spreading them, manipulating as he wants.
A finger slides over my asshole and pushes subtly and with a quickness I’m not ready for, his tongue replaces it. Warm and wet he pushes it inside and around, nipping and caressing.
What the fuck?
Spreading my legs apart, without any resistance from me, his face moves lower, landing on the slit of my pussy, tongue gliding up and down, forcefully pushing against my clit.
My pulse thunders inside of me, sending a hot fire alight. Tensing my legs without instruction, I shiver my orgasm that couldn’t be stopped even if I had my faculties. I know he feels it when his hot breath tickles me, reminding me of a chuckle.
Before I can make out what the actual fuck is going on, I hear the deafening sound of a zipper sliding down. Tooth by tooth. So slowly, I can almost count them. Feeling the pressure of his body move, I try one more time to force myself away from this, I’ve heard of night paralysis or whatever, but could it be that for this long? I don’t have time to ponder any longer because now the pressure of him entering me seems more important.
Stretching me beyond comfort, the pain is abundant, I can almost thank him for the foreplay or I might be too dry to accommodate his dick. I can’t quite count my blessings because the fullness I’m feeling is verging on too much.
Without effort, he tugs me upward onto my knees pushing into me so roughly it makes me lightheaded and pressing hard until sheathing himself fully.
Wrapping my hair inside his fist, he yanks it hard while he fucks me. Harder and faster, thighs slapping together until mine are stinging. I’m howling. He’s grunting. Then I’m coming, the pressure inside me erupts and I can’t hold anything back, the warmth of my release trickles down my legs and pools at my knees on my mattress.
The sloshing sound seems to encourage him. He fucks me harder and I only get wetter while my body is used and aching. He’s a machine, pistoning inside of me faster and deeper, more of my own come pours from me like a waterfall as his hot, stickiness rushes inside my hole, collapsing heavily on top of me, flattening us both into my mess.
He brushes the hair off my forehead, dragging his tongue along my ear, sending a shiver across my skin.
“Wake up Sian,” he breathes.
I can feel my body returning to me, the tingly sensations of pins and needles alert me to my limbs awakening.
He pulls his big cock out, inch by inch and so slowly I can feel it all, my pussy milking every last drop from him.
I don’t know what happens for the next minute, but I wake up in my wet bed, in what can only be a moment later.
My pussy is aching, but the throb is not from pain, I’m so horny, I can’t stop myself from tucking my arm under me and sliding my fingers through our hot mess, rubbing my clit until it dissipates and I get relief. It takes three orgasms before I am spent, nowhere near relieved, but close enough.
I don’t blame myself for enjoying that, I’ve always been tempted toward the fucked up side of things.
I don’t even hate myself when, after getting in the shower, the showerhead does me in one more time. Moaning, the name Lazlo on the tip of my tongue, barely escaping before I can bite it back.
I know that’s his name, I don’t know how I know. He hadn’t told me, but it’s perfectly clear that that was the smiling man I watched kill Shelby—kill being pretty toned down for what actually happened.
He had set fire to her secret rental condo, so it wasn’t reported that she was skinned like a chicken breast, instead she was ‘burned beyond recognition’.
Lazlo terrifies me, but absolutely turns me on. Maybe more than being afraid, I’m infatuated. I’ve never had my body, or my mind, owned like that before.
I just wish he hadn’t worked whatever magic he has to paralyze me. I knew after I came the first time that it was probably him doing that, because I desperately wanted to push against him, fuck him back and show him that I wanted it.
Next time, I suppose.
I take my wobbly legs to work, sliding the key in the door but realizing it’s not locked. I hesitate in the threshold when his smell hits me.
“Sian,” he almost slithers my name, licking his top lip then sliding the bottom one through his teeth. My pussy clenches.
“Lazlo.” I try to sound confident, as if I may have some authority. But the smile in his eyes heats my insides and makes me wet. Wetter.
“So, you heard it.” He comes up off the couch and reaches around me to shut the door, leaving me breathless. He pulls me toward him then takes a step back, putting a small breath of space between us. “Did you dream of me last night?” He traces a finger across my lips.
“Yes,” I squeak.
“Is that so?” he seems to contemplate this, his tongue toying with the back of his teeth, tilting his head from side to side while I struggle to hold his gaze.
I nod, blushing red.
“I’m curious, see… I’ve not been seen or heard in a very long time especially if I drag you to my side to have my way with you.”
I don’t think I’ve heard him right, and having him this close is overwhelming to every part of me. I take a step back, then another when it doesn’t feel like enough.
“You may need to start at the beginning if you want me to understand you, especially if you’re going to be confusing.”
He takes a step toward me, but hesitates when he sees me making my retreat again. “Ok, the beginning. You ready? There is a place, like this one, kind of alongside it,” he pauses. “Let me start over. You know those people that make you nervous, maybe you cross the street, avoid them, maybe you struggle to make eye contact with them? They have a place.”
“Ok.” I hurry him along with my hand, impatiently waiting for the punchline.
“Some people are born with a monster in them, something that makes them hard to look at, a hint of something unfamiliar to a normal person, it scares them, tingles their spine. The older the monster gets, or the more it’s done monstrous things, the harder it is to look at, and when you stop being seen, you disappear. The other place takes you.”
“So you’re a monster then?” I’m only curious. I’ve felt like a monster a lot myself.
“You are one too. Only thing that makes sense to me.”
I chuckle, “Oh, yea? Then why am I not in your other place?”
“It takes time, I told you, maybe you’ve not done enough. But you’re coming.”
“What’s the worst thing you’ve done?” I don’t mean to ask it; I don’t know how to prepare for what he might say to me.
“Mmmm, curiosity killed the cat, little Sian,” he almost purrs. This time he does close the gap, and the predatory way he approaches immobilizes me, he walks us both the wall, pressing me hard against it. “Well, kitty,” tucking his hand up my skirt and inside my thin lace panties, he slips his finger inside me.
I’m embarrassed when I see him realize I’m so wet.
“I saw this woman, big round bellied pregnant woman. She made me…I don’t know, interested.” He pauses, fingering me faster. “I put my hand inside her. Ripped the baby out.” Lazlo licks his lips, wetting them.
I can see he’s aroused now; his eyes are black again. His fingers hook and he rubs that spot that I love. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. And he leans down and puts his forehead against mine.
“She begged and panicked. She kept crying about her baby not being ready. So after I fucked her, I shoved the baby back inside of her.”
I don’t mean to, and it’s almost like he planned it on purpose, but I come right then, hard and loud.
I feel him move, unable to open my eyes for now; I let him push me to my knees. His dick touches my lips a
nd I open wide for him, tasting the precum that’s beaded out. I open my eyes and look up at him as he pushes past my throat and starts fucking my face.
My head is pressed against the wall so I’m left to his discretion, tears rolling down my cheeks as I struggle to get breath into my lungs any chance I get. He’s so big it feels like my cheeks are on the verge of ripping. It feels like it’s all too much, but then he grabs my head on either side and fucks harder and even deeper. Snot, spit and tears cover my face and drip down my chin, it feels like I need to throw up, but my throat it too full to gag. The noises that I’m making are shameful. And it only encourages him.
“Oh, fuck Sian. I want to shoot this down your throat.”
I struggle to nod, not really knowing if he’s asking, but I want that too. One more deep thrust and then I feel him release deep inside my esophagus, squishing his balls hard against my chin.
He wipes the tears away from under my eyes before pulling his cock out so slowly, I’m practically begging for air by the time he’s done.
“Such a good messy little girl.”
I lift the bottom of my shirt up and wipe my face on it, climbing off my knees.
“You might be the dirtiest monster there is, Sian.”
“You confuse my body.”
“That doesn’t explain why you came when you did, now does it? You think you like what I did that to that woman? You wanna know the rest?”
“Yes…I think so.”
I don’t know.
“I slit her throat,” his finger slides across my throat from one ear to the other, “and let the little one suffocate inside her.”
“Oh.” I feel the heat return to my tummy and the thing that is inside of me that loves the blood and the darkness of this is heating up, and I know Lazlo sees it turns me on.
“You’re getting so fucking hot for this aren’t you? I was right about you.”
“Was that the thing that made you go to the other place?” I walk over to the mini fridge and pull out two waters, handing him one and gently taking a sip of mine, knowing my throat will be raw for days.
“It’s not really one thing; it’s the culmination, or the desire, really. The more you have in you, the less people want you around, it just kind of happens.”
“Weird.”
Another careful sip.
“Does it make you nervous for yourself? It doesn’t hurt, it’s not even boring, you just kind of flow between there and here. There, is where I took you and fucked you. For someone else, they may have had a flash that felt like remembering a dream. If anything. But for you, it’s like you welcomed the journey.”
“I couldn’t move though, it felt like I was stuck, maybe paralyzed.”
“Cool. I could have done anything to you.”
“I remember you doing plenty of anything to me. Have you done that a lot?”
“No, I do what I want here, to these idiots, whatever I feel like doing. I couldn’t help but want to explore you over there, it’s different, but the same. I didn’t want to fuck you up, but I guess it shouldn’t have been a real concern.” He plops down on the couch. “Do you remember it all?”
“I think so.”
“Good.”
I laugh.
“Do you actually need to be here today?”
“If you’re asking if I have appointments for readings, then yes, I do.”
“I’m gonna watch.”
It should bother me, his abruptness, but it doesn’t. “Will you have to hide?”
“No one can see me like you do. That’s not an exaggeration, if I’m in the other place, a few may be able to every now and then, but here, I’m like, invisible, only not really. If they focus on me, they can see me—if I let them, like if I want to interact, I could, but I only ever want to interact if I’m like cutting them or something,” a little laugh. “But overall, I’m gone. People just stopped looking at me, started avoiding me. Then I just disappeared. I’m that thing you see in the corner of your eye, but when you look right at it, it’s not there. You can’t find me. People have trained themselves not to see the haunting things, the ghosts, whatever. I’m what churches call a demon. But without the dying part, and no cool possession. Just not of this world anymore.”
“Ok fine, you watch all you want. Do you think you’ll be able to see what’s in my ball?”
“I should, if you are getting real visions, which we both know you are, then it’s from the other place. That’s how I found you. I saw you peeking in. I’ve seen others do it too, but they’ve never seen me, they just see the premonition. So you get to be the special one.”
He’s joking and it seems like a rare look into this side of him. His eyes have color to them when he is like this, a green and amber mix. I like it almost as much as them black when he’s fucking me.
Lazlo sits, arms wide on the top of the couch, one leg flung over the other, looking like he owns whatever he wants, when a petite, brunette walks in with her daughter.
I put my hand out to shake hers and introduce myself, trying to keep my eyes focused on them and not on Lazlo. “I’m Sian.”
“Brandy,” she pushes the young girl forward and tells me her name is Charlotte.”
I crouch down to her height. “Hi Charlotte, how old are you?”
“Eleven,” she sets her shoulders back as if she’s taking pride in being so old.
“That’s a great age.”
“I know.”
I chuckle and see Lazlo lean forward with his elbow on his knee, becoming more interested. I didn’t think he would be this enthralled, mostly I thought he’d be impatiently waiting for me to finish.
Brandy starts explaining what has brought them in today. “So, Charlotte here struggles a lot with the unknown. Recently her father died and now she must know that it won’t happen to me.”
Charlotte pulls her mother’s arm.
“Or herself,” Brandy continues, looking at me for forgiveness for her morbid questions.
“I completely understand your worries,” I leave out that my mom also just died, because I think it might stress her out sharing such a thing, maybe making it all too common. “Come sit,” I open my hand to them and direct them to the table, pulling an extra chair over for Brandy.
We are settled in, and after a quick flick of my eyes over to Lazlo, I start. “So is there anything else you’d want to talk about before we get to the big question?” I’m directing my question to Charlotte, but Brandy speaks up. “I’m wondering if I’m pregnant, I’m too nervous to take a test.”
I pretend to get a response from the ball. “It doesn’t look like it.” Brandy’s face shows her relief.
“See mama, I told you. It’s just me and you.”
I smile at Charlotte’s jealousy.
“Can you just tell me please if my mama is going to die, I mean I know she will, but can you see if it will be soon, like when I’m still a young adult?”
The ball flickers as it always does when someone mentions death.
Brandy is driving on a rainy night. She’s got grey hair, so I know for sure her death won’t be soon, but I watch the rain hitting the windshield turn red and then she’s no longer in a car. She’s in my shop, and her face is blood covered and torn apart, she’s howling as Lazlo rips Charlotte out of her seat and bites her cheek hard, tearing a piece of flesh away, spitting in on the ground and slamming her head hard into the table, splitting it open just before she flops onto the floor.
Still inside the ball, I watch Lazlo pull something from his pocket and gab it into Brandy’s neck, dragging it along to the other side.
In a flash, and before I can rationalize what’s happening, he makes it a reality in this time. The room is covered in blood, it’s splattered across the ceiling from Brandy’s squirting neck wound, the table has brain matter from the young girl now lying lifeless on the floor in her own puddle of it.
Lazlo, too, is covered in the mess, in slow motion I watch their blood dripping down his face and onto his shir
t. He steps over Brandy to get to me, his black eyes growing larger and hungrier. Taking my wrist and pulling me into him, he presses his mouth to mine and shoves his tongue deep inside. I kiss him back, the heat growing between us. I smell the blood, taste the metallic copper of it, feel the stickiness, and I’m so wet.
He clears the table with a swipe of his arm then pushes my back onto it, hiking my skirt up and tearing hard at my panties until they rip away. He’s inside if me quickly and it takes my breath away. He fucks me hard, lifting my legs and pushing behind my knees to open me up for him. The sweat coming from his forehead mingles with the blood and falls onto my face.
I don’t know what compels me, but I drag my tongue up his cheek to collect it all and bring it into his mouth, kissing him—sharing it. It only makes him more ravenous.
Pulling my hair hard, he gains access to my neck where he drags his teeth along, sending a shiver through my body that’s followed by an orgasm. What those teeth had just done to that little girls face in the back of my mind.
“Oh fuck, Lazlo,” I moan, rocking my body with his as he slides me through the slick mess of carnage. Raking my nails down his back hard enough to break skin, we finish together, loud and sloppy, with his mouth on mine as we recover and catch our breath.
“That wasn’t going to be her death,” I both tell and ask him.
Shaking his head, his eyes light up and his eyebrows dance up and down. “I couldn’t help it,” he’s not apologizing he’s simply making a statement. He wanted something and he took it, his desire for it outweighing everything else.
“You just couldn’t help yourself?” I bite my bottom lip, being flirty, “you just had to kill them,” I push my pussy upward, meeting his not-so-soft cock, “and fuck me all over them?”
“Yea, you little fucking devil, I had to rip that little girl apart right in front of her mommy,” he’s fucking me again now, “then practically behead mom, because I fucking wanted to. And I wanted you to want me to do it.”
“I liked it.”
***
It took hours to get that room clean. If you knew what to look for you would be able to see the slight pink hue left behind on the ceiling, the missing rug under the table and the seam in the wood floor that is now a burnt red color from absorbing the blood into the grain.