Nameless Ghoul

Payback

*** ⚠️ A couple of trigger warnings needed here. Graphic depictions of violence, bit of a kinky power play also, so if you're sensitive to this please skip the next couple of chapters. ⚠️***

Itzal growled as Santos’ gaze finally left his and moved to Sunshine. They stood facing him and she stepped closer into his side, wrapping her arm around his back. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer to him. The smell of Santos’ healing flesh offended his nose and he looked him up and down, noting that the burns were not as bad as they’d been the other day. The healing spell must have brought him back from the edge.

“So nice of you both to visit me,” Santos said, the evil gleam in his eyes present as always. His voice wasn’t quite right still, his breathing was laboured and it was still an effort for him to hold up his head for any length of time. Itzal thought he must be operating on pure malice alone by now. “I’ve been so sad about us being interrupted the last time we were all together.”

Itzal curled his lip back from his fangs and took a step towards him and just for a second, the preacher’s bravado slipped. Itzal saw that delicious fear again. The nervousness and the apprehension that he’d felt all day had all but gone, and now a cold bitterness was taking its place.

“Itzal!” Sunshine snapped. He stopped and whipped his head towards her. She shook her head at him sharply. “Not yet.”

He moved back to her side and she met Santos’ gaze with a feral smile of her own.

“See how he does as he’s told Santos?” she said, and he heard the smugness in her voice. Itzal saw the flash of anger in Santos’ eyes and it gave him a little buzz of satisfaction. He kept quiet to see where Sunshine was going with this. She wrapped her arm around his waist and her hand came to rest possessively over his crotch. “Do you see a collar on him? I don’t need magic to control him like you did, he belongs to me now. He wants me to own him.”

Santos’ gaze flicked down to her hand and then back up, and a blush of anger tinged his cheeks.

“He will always be mine!” Santos growled at her. “You have taken him from me, but I own his soul! Every time you look at those scars on his skin, you will think of me! I put them there! Me! You can kill me, but I am the one that made him, and he will never, ever be able to forget that.”

Sunshine sighed in a bored way and turned to him.

“Take off your shirt, Itzal.”

He raised a brow in question and he felt a spike of apprehension, but she pushed some reassurance through their bond and an image of what she wanted him to do. His eyes widened, and she sent him a stronger wave of courage. He trusted her, so he did as she asked.

Itzal took the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, dropping it onto the floor by the side wall. He saw Santos’ eyes taking in the tattoos on his chest. Sunshine moved to stand in front of him, turning her back on Santos and facing Itzal. She looked upwards and gave him a cheeky smile before dragging the claw of her index finger gently around the sun tattoo on his pec. He shivered at the contact and goose bumps spread outwards from her touch. She stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on the tattoo before turning her head to look at Santos over her shoulder. He was gritting his teeth and his eyes shone with black rage.

“As you can see, Santos, I’ve put my own marks on him. There’s no denying who he belongs to now.” She stepped away from him and he felt the chill air skimming across his naked flesh. “Maybe we should give you a demonstration of his obedience. For old times’ sake,” she said with a wink. Santos frowned. She looked at Itzal and took his hand, manoeuvring him so that his back was to Santos and she was facing him. “Get on your knees, Itzal.” His eyes flicked down to her and his breathing picked up. He felt his eyes glowing as his ghoul instincts kicked in. He slowly knelt down and looked up at her. She placed her hand on the top of his head and stroked his hair languidly as he licked his lips and waited for her instructions. She gave him a slow smile and flicked her glowing, purple gaze up to Santos. “I believe this is the point where we were interrupted last time. It must have been so freaking frustrating for you, I bet.”

Itzal heard Santos growl in frustration and heard him tugging on his chains. He cursed in Spanish.

“If only my Itzal could have heard how I made you moan like a whore when I fucked you. I should have slit your throat that night,” he gritted out.

Itzal felt a spike of rage at his words, but Sunshine sent him a wave of calming energy and he didn’t turn around. She hadn’t even flinched at his words.

This new Sunshine, this fearsomely powerful ghuleh who stood over him, absolutely mesmerised him. He could feel the heat coming through their bond, and he could scent her desire for him.

She steadied herself with her hand on his head and placed one bare foot up onto the naked skin of his shoulder. The white dress she was wearing shifted and he growled himself when he caught sight of her intimate flesh laid bare to him underneath. He placed his hands gently on her thighs to keep her steady as she nudged his face closer to the wet heat of her core.

“Let me show you how a real male can make me moan,” she said as he closed the gap between them.

He opened her up to him with the fingers of one hand and licked up the seam of her centre, pushing his tongue inside her. She threw her head back and gave a wanton moan as she scratched his scalp with her claws. The taste of her brought his wild side front and centre and he went to town, rolling her clit between his teeth and spearing her with his tongue. She bucked her hips towards his face, and he wrapped his other hand around her thigh, pulling her closer to him. It didn’t take him long to drag a raw scream from her throat. She tensed up and gripped his scalp as she came on his face. He lapped at her clit, savouring the sweet juices that he had rendered from her.

He hadn’t even thought about any of his painful memories and he’d been so lost in the moment that he’d forgotten Santos was even there in the room with them. Sunshine put both feet back on the ground and petted his hair. She dragged him to his feet and kissed him, her fangs scraping his lips and clashing with his own. He heard harsh breaths from behind him and turned to see Santos looking at them with a murderous glare. He was straining his chains, his hair falling into his eyes.

“You will always be somebody’s whore, Itzal. That’s all you’ll ever be,” Santos bit out.

Itzal bared his fangs at him and crossed the room in three long strides. His ghoul nature gave him the courage to get up close and personal with Santos. His hands rested on the wall on either side of Santos’ head and he lowered his face to his neck and inhaled. He put his face an inch from Santos and looked him in the eye.

“Is that desperation I smell, Santos? You cannot hurt me now. You have no hold over me. You are nothing to me.”

Santos let rip a torrent of curses, leaning on his chains to get to him, but it didn't take long for his energy to wane and he had to pause for breath. His head hung down as he dragged air into his lungs. Itzal smiled at him and slowly dragged his tongue up the side of his cheek. Santos flinched away from him.

“You were right, Santos. Hatred is indeed delicious.”

He turned to Sunshine, who was watching them with a glint in her eye and a savage smile on her face. He felt her bloodlust through their bond, and he let it wash over him.

Santos glared at her, and Itzal grabbed his chin, turning his face to look at him.

“You do not look at her again. You are not worthy of her,” he growled.

Santos leaned in close to his ear.

“She cried for you when we violated her, like the little bitch that she is,” he whispered.

Itzal closed his eyes and took a calming breath. He dropped his free hand and gently cupped Santos’ balls. The preacher’s breath hitched and his eyes widened, his whole body tensing up.

Itzal inhaled the intoxicating scent of his fear as he tightened his hold, dug his claws into the tender flesh, and ripped them free of his body.

The scream that Santos let out pained his ears, but it was like sweet music. He heard Sunshine laughing as he tossed them to the ground.

“Don’t you ever speak about Sunshine that way again,” he said through gritted teeth as Santos squealed like a dying pig.