When I do, he pushes his swollen head back inside.
“Spread your fucking legs.”
He slaps my inner thigh, making me yelp and whimper before I scramble to do as he says. Then my eyes bulge wide when I feel the cold steel drag down the back of my thigh. I start to pull away, but Kratos holds my hair firmly in his fist, keeping me right where I am.
The blade dances over my skin, teasing inward and then slowly, achingly, teasingly dragging up my inner thigh, closer and closer and closer…
For one brief, horrifying second, I think I’ve misjudged all of this, and him. For a split-second, as the blade edges toward my pussy, I wonder if maybe I’ve vastly underestimated exactly how crazy Kratos is.
But just before the tip of the blade touches my most intimate area, he suddenly flicks his wrist, spinning the knife in his fingers. Suddenly, something hard with a rounded end presses between my pussy lips, just as he thrusts his cock into my mouth.
Holy fucking hell.
He might not be completely sadistic. But instantly, it’s clear I have underestimated how psycho this man is.
He’s just shoved the handle of his knife into my pussy.
The thing is, though, I might be just as fucking crazy. Because as he starts to fuck me with that smooth, bulbous hilt, I can already feel myself start to melt around it. And when I whimper a sloppy, muffled moan around his giant cock, he knows it, too.
Kratos chuckles darkly, groaning as he starts to fuck my mouth with shallow thrusts that gradually grow faster and deeper.
“What a fucking greedy little slut I’ve found,” he groans.
My eyes roll back, and my pulse turns to napalm in my veins as he starts to fuck me roughly with the handle of his blade. He thrusts into my mouth again, keeping it in tempo with the hilt thrusting in and out of my slick, eager pussy.
I moan louder and louder as I start to lose myself.
My control.
My connection to reality.
All I know is the captivating, intense, insane sensation of this huge, savage, possibly criminally insane man fucking me in both ends with his cock and his fucking knife.
The bulbous top of the hilt hits just right, rubbing against my g-spot as he grunts and roughly fucks my mouth. The sounds of his groans mingle with the wet, sloppy sounds of his knife handle fucking my dripping wet pussy and the loud, eager moans from my own throat.
Every muscle in my body begins to tense up. My arms quiver. My legs shake. My entire fucking body starts to tremble from head to toe as a forbidden, fucked-up, vile sort of pleasure threatens to engulf me from the inside out.
“I wonder,” he growls, chuckling darkly to himself as he fucks my mouth and keeps thrusting the handle into my pussy. “I wonder what all those prim and proper little ballerina friends of yours would think, seeing you behave like such a fucking whore for me.”
My eyes roll back in my head. A low, desperately eager moan begins to build in my chest. My core tightens, my muscles quaking, beginning to give way completely as the wave starts to crest over me.
“This is just the beginning, you know,” Kratos rasps. “Don’t you for one second think we’ll be done with all this after I come down this pretty throat.”
I whimper.
“No no, prinkípissa,” he growls. “No. Tonight, I’ll take your mouth. But soon, I’ll take this messy little pussy, too. I’ll watch you scream and moan like a cum whore when you take every inch of my big cock deep in your slutty hole.”
He starts to fuck me with the handle even harder, in and out, twisting it sometimes, until I know there’s no going back.
“And then, after I’ve ruined your mouth and your cunt for any other man, know that I still won’t be done with you.”
He leans down, grunting as he starts to fuck his cock into my drooling mouth even harder and faster.
“I’ll take your ass, too, babygirl. I’ll have my cum pouring out of every fucking hole you have. Now be a good girl and make me fucking cum.”
It’s all of it: the rough, brutal way he’s manhandling me. The filthiness of his words. The sheer size of him. The dark, grimy gloom of the church, and the lunacy that I’m about to come on a fucking knife.
It all hits at the same time. And when it does, my whole world turns inside out.
I scream around his cock, my legs buckling and kicking at the ground as I spasm and explode. The orgasm thunders through me, turning my vision black and red as I writhe and moan.
Kratos grunts deeply. He rams his cock into the back of my throat, his fist tight in my hair. Suddenly, his huge cock swells in my mouth. It jumps and twitches, and I whimper when hot, thick ropes of his cum explode across my tongue.
I gulp it down greedily, feeling drunk and high and insane as I keep coming for him. His cock twitches again and again, spilling more and more cum against the back of my throat. He groans as he pulls his cock from my swollen lips, stroking himself against them. His hot cum drips onto my cheeks, down my chin, over the bridge of my nose, and all over my lips as his knife hilt wrings another shaking orgasm from my body.
When he pulls away from me, my arms and legs give out. With a dull whimper, I collapse to the ground, shaking and trembling. Just as I do, I suddenly cry out as a sharp pain cuts into me, right next to my pussy.
“Don’t move.”
It’s only when he carefully slides it from me that I realize I’ve dropped to the ground with the fucking knife still inside me.
Kratos, with a gentleness that confuses me, flips me onto my back. Before I can say or do anything, he’s pushing my knees apart and lowering himself between my legs. He grabs the bottom of his mask, pulling it up over his mouth before he suddenly drops between my thighs.
Holy mother of God.
His mouth fastens over the small cut the knife’s just given me, sucking on the delicate spot right where my thigh meets my bikini area. There’s a mix of pain, pleasure, and insanity that throbs in my core as he nurses the cut right next to my sex. Slowly, his neon X eyes locked on mine, his mouth slides over.
Holy fuck…
