The Suicide King Volume 1 (The Fallocaust Series Book 3)

by Quil Carter

  Then my mind flared and that hissing condescending voice popped up.

  You were too unstable and a wreck, of course he wouldn’t tell you.

  Fucking pussy.

  “Faster!” I snapped at him. The smile faded from Killian’s face and instead his eyes began to fill. I didn’t care; I yanked on his hand and we turned a corner on the wall, now back to the shabby wall of Melchai, and sprinted along the side of it. I caught glimpses of a parking lot in between the layers of sheet metal and house siding.

  And to our right, I saw a dusty road heading up into the hills. I assumed that was where Man on the Hill was, tucked in those rocky crags somewhere.

  Not my problem. I picked up the speed, not wanting any of the Blood Crows to see us sneaking back into the greywastes, and we both ran into the night.

  We hugged the rocky hills pretty closely, until Melchai was hidden from us, then headed towards a belt of trees that surrounded several houses. In the middle house, the only one with an intact garage roof, would be our quad.

  “You’re pulling me too hard, Reaver,” Killian whined behind me. “Slow down. I can’t see like you can.”

  “I’ll tell you if you’re about to trip,” I said icily.

  And a fraction of a second later, Killian tripped. I turned around and tried to catch him, but he fell to the ground with a yelp.

  I leaned down to help him up. “Come on, we’re close to the quad.”

  Suddenly, a gunshot, so close to my ear it burst from pain and began to ring. I stood up and looked around – and my eyes fell on a half-naked slave sitting in a tree, looking terrified, and holding a fucking handgun.

  He jumped down, the handgun still pointed at me but trembling in his hand. “Show me where the quad is,” he stammered desperately. “Show me where it is… and I’ll let you g-go.”

  A growl rumbled in my throat. I started to slowly walk towards him, the rage rising inside of me and filling my brain with hot blood. “Wrong move, my friend,” I whispered.

  The man began taking quick steps backwards, and he started to choke. “I need a quad. I just… I need to go home. I need to go home.” His tongue was black, his teeth as well, and his stomach was bloated just like the other one. “Please…” His eyes filled with tears, and he lowered the gun, his head shaking back and forth. “I need to see my–”

  I broke into a run and began speeding towards him. I heard a shrill scream from Killian but his voice was a thousand miles away –

  – and in my sights, was my prey.

  The slave bolted and began weaving in and out of the belt of trees that surrounded the houses. With my heart expediting the blood to my brain, and I could feel its pulsing behind my eyes, rapid beats like a techno song at a rave party, thunk thunk thunk, his desperate cries the background music that my own weaving body was dancing to.

  And with quick turns and sudden stops, I closed the distance between me and him.

  “No! No, I’m fucking sorry!” he screamed, and behind me Killian screamed too.

  Then he made the grave mistake of looking behind him. When we made eye contact adrenaline shot through my body, and with a throated growl, I launched into a dead run.

  I poured on the speed, my legs making long strides and my boots moving so quickly on the ground it didn’t feel like I was hitting the ground. As I advanced and gained on the slave, I swore I had become the first chimera to fly.

  Fuck, I felt alive. I gripped the combat knife in my hand and spotted a rusted car in a driveway. When the slave ran beside it, I jumped onto the hood, then the roof, and with my knife out and my face a wide, and most likely manic, grin, I jumped onto the slave and brought him to the ground…

  … then drove my knife into his back and started stabbing him.

  My knife went in and out of his skin like it was butter. I couldn’t stop the dance. I couldn’t stop the fluid movements. The knife went in and out, in and out, and while the blood poured from his back and coated my hands, my own breath became short and my head filled with a heat-filled pressure that pressed against my skull like a balloon inflating in a jar.

  There was blood everywhere. He was already dead but I wanted more blood. I had to feel more blood. I automatically started sawing his head, opening up his neck wider with each methodical slice. I cut his windpipe. I cut the tendons. Then I wrenched his head back until the back of his head touched his shoulder blades and sliced to his spine.

  My mouth flooding with saliva, and the next thing I knew I had my face buried into the stump of his neck, coating me with the warm blood and feeling the aromatic flesh press itself against my face.

  The act reminded me of something and my consciousness was already diving so deep inside of my mind it took no time at all for me to realize just what that was.

  I drank his blood and groaned into the shredded red and white that was his throat. It was reminding me of Tim… of when I had killed my little brother and had eaten the little fuck’s heart.

  That’s what it was. This was no chimera blood, this held none of the cinnamony flavours that had made a tense heat gather inside of my groin, but it was hot blood and it had been a long time since I’d been able to exercise my chimera bloodlust.

  I drank freely and deeply, loving the feeling of the sticky substance on my face. But my mind kept taking me back to Tim’s body, and I decided I wouldn’t fight my own vivid memories.

  Too vivid of memories, but it was a memorable time. It was the first time I had tasted chimera blood.

  And fuck that was the best shit I had ever tasted.

  At the memory I found my eyes closing. And as I shut them my mind lit up like a television and graced me with the image of Timothy’s brown and black eyes looking at me with pure terror, right before I bit into his heart. The taste of it was heavenly, pure unadulterated bliss at a time when I was losing and finding myself all at the same time.

  Would I ever get a chance to taste chimera blood again? I took more of the slave’s blood into my mouth and though the taste was entirely different I imagined it was Tim’s. I imagined that I was back in Kreig on that cooled night with Jade beside me looking on, the heavy smell of Tim’s blood seeping through the air. How I leaned down and took his still-beating heart into my mouth and bit through it, the red bliss gushing all around me, warm and steaming in the night air.

  Then… yes, we stashed his body and I took his heart. I offered a chunk of it to Jade and wiped the blood from his mouth. Looking at him with full knowledge that if I was single, I would have bent him over a concrete median and fucked him right then and there.

  “Reaver?” A light flashed over the body, a murder scene in the warmth of a summer’s night. Killian had gotten out a flashlight.

  I looked up from the body as Killian’s shocked voice temporarily brought me to my senses. I looked at the slave’s shredded neck in front of me, a mosaic of a thousand shades of red, and then slowly regained sensation in the rest of my body.

  Holy fuck.

  I was hard. Well, semi-hard, but fuck it was something.

  I shot to my feet and turned around to see Killian looking at me perplexed and stunned. What was even more bizarre was that the quad was running a few feet away from him and yet I hadn’t heard him get it. Killing the slave with my own hands, the blood, the carnage, and my own memories, had completely taken me away from reality.

  But that didn’t matter, none of this mattered, I’d figure it out some other damn time.

  I started walking towards Killian, my cock burning in my boxer briefs. He stared at me and took a step away but all I had for him was a grin. I grabbed him and he let out a surprised cry, then I kissed him and started unbuttoning my pants.

  “Reaver…” he gasped, but when he looked down at my pants being pulled down he took in a sharp breath. “Oh… killing and blood…” he said faintly; and I let out a rather dark chuckle.

  “Take them off and bend over the quad,” I growled to him.

  Killian gave me a single stricken look that held app
rehension, enough apprehension that if I wasn’t deep into this bloodlust I would have stopped. But the memories of what I had done to Tim had taken over me, and my sex-starved mind was violently shoving away any care I had for Killian’s reservations.

  Killian and I both walked to the quad, Killian unbuttoning his pants. He put his hands on the leather seat of the quad, the flashlight beside him, and I pulled the black cargo pants down followed by his blue boxer briefs. I licked my lips as I admired his perky and tight ass, just perfectly formed and found myself leaning down and biting it.

  Killian gasped and let out a cry, his cheeks tightening in my mouth as he tensed up. I licked my teeth imprints and the blood that had transferred from my face, and trailed my tongue down his crack. Then I stood up and found his neck.

  “Fuck, Reaver… I missed you like this,” Killian rasped before another cry sounded as I sunk my teeth into his neck. I grabbed his ass with both of my hands and squeezed it roughly; the bloodlust raging inside of me and burning like the center of my body was the sun’s core.

  I took a step back and grabbed my cock in my hand. I looked down at the stiff rod and stroked it up and down. I’d missed it thick and hard. I hadn’t even had morning wood, nothing at all, it had been limp and useless… but not anymore.

  To keep it hard and to keep my primal state, I drew up the feelings I’d had inside of me when I’d killed Tim. I imagined the blood gushing down my throat and the twitching, musculed organ in my mouth. Then, because I was horny and my mind was getting away from me, I drew up the lust I’d momentarily felt for Jade; and then when I’d gotten back to the library and had fucked Killian senseless.

  At this thought I grabbed Killian’s leg and urged him to bring his knee and place it onto the leather seat. His cheeks separated under this position and I spat on my hand and started prepping his hole. Killian groaned at this, and when I slipped a finger inside his ass rose as if greeting me. Fuck, I could tell he wanted it and wanted it badly. It had been weeks since he’d woken up and I had yet to take him, but his patience was about to pay off.

  I would prove I wasn’t damaged. I wasn’t fucking damaged. Nero had…

  No, don’t fucking think of him, asshole!

  My teeth locked together, and to distract myself from that toxic memory, I positioned my cock against Killian’s hole and grabbed the side of his neck. I leaned down and kissed the nape and started easing myself into him.

  It was tight and the only lube I had was spit, but I kept pushing. Killian cried out and raised his ass higher, his hand grabbing the handle of the quad and gripping it. I was determined though, I knew if I just got the right angle I would break through.

  Killian sucked in a sharp breath and louder, more painful, cry sounded. I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder and felt the head start to ease in.

  Then something happened inside of my head. Something broke.

  Fuck. No.

  Something was happening to my body. Something was happening to my mind.

  Something I couldn’t control.

  “You’ve had ressin before?” I heard Nero chuckle beside me. His cologne was thick in the air from his heated and sweaty body. It matched the semen, the lubricant, and the burnt smell of ciovi.

  That was Nero’s room; that’s how it smelled.

  I was on my knees gasping so hard I was bordering hyperventilating. I was looking down at my swollen dick, it had a tight black band around it which hugged the base. I’d never seen it so big but not in a good way, it was red, swollen, and aching from pressure. It was hot and sensitive but I couldn’t touch it and I couldn’t make it cum. He fucking wouldn’t let me cum.

  There was the sound of lips breaking a filter and a plume of smoke to my left. I could see Nero’s leg, covered in a thin coating of black hair, and his own cock standing erect.

  “Go on, just look at him for a second. You might change your mind,” Nero said, his voice was slippery with amusement, just a ribbon of silk coated with gasoline. “Look at him.”

  I refused. So he grabbed my hair and wrenched my head up. I was forced to look ahead of me to where Kiki was; and when I tried to turn my head, he grabbed the metal collar around my neck and held it firm.

  Kiki was on his hands and knees, his ass high in the air. His hole was shaved and just a tight glistening shadow between his round, pale cheeks. He was already lubed, already ready for penetration. His cock was hard between balls tucked up and small, and Nero had shaved all of his pubic hair off. He looked every inch a twink.

  “Doesn’t your mouth just salivate looking at that tight hole?” Nero purred into my ear. I jerked my head away as he licked my cheek. The cigar rose and I heard him take another drag, then he lowered his hand and started rubbing the head of my cock.

  I tried to stifle the moan but I couldn’t, nor could I resist pushing my hips towards his touch. The tension in my cock was killing me; it burned for release, it needed to cum. I’d never felt so desperate to cum in my life.

  When Nero pulled his hand away I tried to raise my own to touch my cock, but the rattling of chains reminded me I was helpless. I was fucking helpless and completely under this monster’s control.

  “I’m going to fucking kill you one day,” I gasped as Nero laughed. He lowered his head and swirled a tongue over the pulsing head. I felt like I was going to explode from the pleasure behind the warm tongue but the band on my cock stopped me. “I s-swear…”

  “If you want to cum, puppy, then cum,” Nero said as he raised his head. He reached over and pushed a finger into Kiki’s hole. Kiki let out a moan of pleasure but then Nero withdrew the finger and gave his left cheek a hard smack. “Come on, peachy-keens. Just put it in and see how you feel. Just for a second.”

  No… fuck you… I closed my eyes and let out a snarl. I again tried to grab my cock with my hand and screamed my frustration when I was once again prevented.

  Nero rubbed the base and pinched it, and I started grinding my hips against his hand. I hated myself, fuck, I hated myself. I needed to cum; the condensed fire in my cock was going to split the thin skin at any moment. I was going to burst; I needed to fucking release it.

  Nero let me rub against his hand, but then he pulled it away and grabbed the leash holding my collar. “Come on, stud. I got you a bitch, mount him,” he taunted and smacked my ass hard. Then he reached down and pulled off the ring around my dick, the one that was preventing me from cumming. “Mount him, stud.” He smacked me again and roughly grabbed my ass. “Mount him, boy.”

  Fuck… oh, fuck. I looked at Kiki, moaning and waiting for me, then down at my cock standing fully erect with pre-cum dripping down the tip. The horror of what I was about to do was heavy and back-breaking but the painful burning, the lustful pressure from the ressin tearing apart my resolve, my self-control – was winning.

  I had to cum. Fuck. I had to cum. I had to lance the pressure, feel the rush of relief and pleasure as I came inside of him.

  Just… just for a second. I’ll cum quickly and pull it out.

  I’m sorry, Killi.

  No, no don’t think of him.

  He’ll understand – fuck, forgive me.

  Nero let out an excited whoop as I crawled on my knees to Kiki. Nero held back my collar to prevent me from killing the twink, from slashing his face like I had already done, and managed to grab my cock from my already moving hips. He positioned it against Kiki’s hole and I thrusted it roughly inside of him, making the orange-eyed cicaro let out a glass-shattering squeal.

  Immediately, without pause, I started fucking him hard, fucking him to Nero’s cheering taunting. He watched me with my leash in his hand and a cigar hanging out of his mouth as I fucked Kiki harder, faster, and with more force than I’d ever fucked someone before.

  “Get him out!” Kiki shrieked. He tried to crawl away from me and a strangled sob sounding, but Nero grabbed the kid’s collar with his free hand and stopped him. Kiki’s cries filled me with excitement; I started moaning with my thrusts.

&
nbsp; “Master!” Kiki sobbed. He collapsed with his legs splayed out and I fell on top of him, still thrusting and fucking him as he laid on the bed. His ear was right in front of me, and a row of inflamed stitches barely visible from the angle he was in. The kid was screaming and screaming, Nero was hollering and cheering. I – I was cumming.

  Oh god, I was cumming.

  “I will fucking kill you!” I suddenly screamed. I didn’t know where I was but I knew I was stumbling backwards into the darkness. I felt my legs moving but they were caught on something. I fell on my ass on cold greywastes ground and started struggling backwards, trying to get away.

  “I fucking swear, Nero. I will fucking kill you!” My voice broke from the intensity. I sucked in a shuddered and shaky gasp but my lungs and chest were too tight to give me the relief I needed. It was like trying to fill a cheap balloon, there was no give, the air escaped easily. I couldn’t fill my lungs; I couldn’t breathe.

  I looked up and saw Nero running towards me, buttoning his pants but his belt was still undone. I screamed at him; I was scared of him. I screamed at him and continued to shift backwards until I turned around and tried to run. But my legs caught on something again. I think I was tied up. I ended up falling and I landed face first onto the ground.

  “Reaver!” someone screamed. I recognized the voice but the television inside of my head had the volume turned up loud. Even though my eyes were open, and I knew I was staring at blood-speckled ground, I could see the back of Kiki’s head.

  The cicaro was screaming and crying and it was only later when I’d stopped cumming that he’d roll over with a giggle and a smile. Nero had told him to act like I was hurting him, knowing my chimera engineering would consume his pain. Fake fucking little cicaro. I’d fuck him one day until he screamed for real.

  Hands grabbed my shoulder and I was rolled onto my back. I snarled like a rabid dog and tried to get away, but when I sat up, two hands framed my face.