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Sensually you sway your hips as you walk through the dark candlelit halls of the outpost. Your long gown flowing behind you. A man follows you like a lost puppy to your bedroom, completely under your spell. Your chest rises as you breathe in the invigorating feeling in the air. Once you reach your door you lean against it, looking into the mans dark eyes. "I'm gonna tear you apart," you whisper as you twist the cold handle.
Michael asked you to bring a member of the outpost to his room without raising the others suspicion, he was going to offer a sacrifice to his father. The two of you arrived at the outpost only days ago, but the men were drooling over you, it was an easy task.
Kissing the desperate man hard you push him towards your large bed. Pulling back after getting lost in the kiss to take a breath, you grin shoving him down onto the bed. Heart racing, excited for what's to come.
"What the fuck is this?" He yells at you as he locks eyes with Michael, who's standing behind you. Fear evident in his voice. You climb off of him slowly, keeping your eyes on him making sure he doesn't try to leave. "We just wanna have some fun, it's so boring here," you whisper, playing innocent while licking your lips as you look him up and down.
Michael swiftly takes your place, straddling the terrified man. The room grows ice cold, and Michaels eyes turn jet black. Anticipation fills the dark room. Holding your breathe, you wait in silence.
He draws a knife from behind his back, lightly tracing the cool blade down the mans toned chest. Drawing blood Michael slowly drags his tongue along the crimson flesh, humming at the taste. Then he begins to chant. You close your eyes letting the haunting sound engulf you.
Michael slits the mans throat, causing chills to spread throughout your body, blood covering his. Michaels power floods the room. With a flick of his hand the body is gone, leaving a blood drenched bed behind.
"Now it's your turn." Michaels deep voice booms as he walks toward you. "I think you enjoyed kissing that man a little too much." He shakes his head. You bite your lip, innocently staring into his hooded eyes. Heart racing, adrenaline pumping through your veins. He drops the knife, and wraps his blood soaked hand around your fragile throat. You let out a hiss of pleasure, and he throws you onto the bed.
"Need I remind you (Y/N), I'm the only one who can make you cum so hard you don't know what to fucking do with yourself."
You clench your jaw as he rips your dress off. "You're going to be a mess when I'm done with you," he whispers, biting at your ear. He kisses you, the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth, heightening your senses. You moan at the taste, licking the rest off his plump lips. "I need you," you whisper against him.
Lazily you drag your finger up his bare chest tracing designs in the blood. Already desperate for release you bring your hand down to your aching cunt and start to rub yourself. Spreading blood all over your body, putting on a show for Michael. You feel him hardening against you as he watches, eyes hazy, full of lust. "No touching, stay still," he commands. Taking your hands into his own, pinning them above your head. Your cheeks burn a deep shade of crimson.
Slowly he crawls down your body, mouth hovering above the place you want him most. You're wet, dripping down your legs. Michael drags his hot tongue over your thighs moaning at the taste of your sweat mixed with his victims fresh blood. Slowly he inches closer to your throbbing core. He stays there, just staring at that needy look on your face that he loves. The outpost is silent, sounds of the fire crackling fill the room. "I make you so weak, without even trying. It's laughable that man thought he had a chance with you." He laughs, shaking his head. You whine at the feeling of his breath on your cunt. "Fuck!" You cry out in desperation, wishing he would do something. He ignores you and continues "You're so fucking wet, all because of me."
Subconsciously you rock your hips, begging for some sort of friction. It almost hurts how badly you need him. Forcefully he pushes your hips down, "I said stay still."
His lips wrap around your swollen clit, sucking harshly. His fingers roam your burning skin, and it feels like magic. You're moaning in relief, mind cloudy as he eats your desire. You're ready to cum, but he immediately releases you from his mouth with a lewd popping sound. You whine at the loss of contact. Hovering above you, he unbuttons his pants, aligning his hard cock against your drenched core.
He kisses down your neck, then without warning he's moaning as he thrusts into you so hard your vision goes blurry. He pulls out completely and slams into you again even harder this time. He keeps going, his thrusts so hard, you can't hear anything but your pounding heart. Your stomach twists, muscles clenching, your throbbing cunt tightens around his dick as you ride out your orgasm.
He continues, skin pressed against yours, slick with blood, sweat, and cum. His honey colored hair drags along your collarbone, as he bites your neck, hard. Michael looks down at your blissed out expression, struggling to keep himself together. Sweat drips from his glistening face onto your own, as his thrusts get rough, more urgent.
He grabs your throat to steady himself. His cold rings digging into your sensitive skin, leaving imprints and bruises as he chokes you. You grin at him loving the sensation, he tightens his grip. Struggling to breathe, you feel another orgasm building up. He moves at an unforgiving pace, going deeper than ever before. Tears begin to run down your cheeks, the feeling so intense. "Cum," he demands, with his words you do, moaning loud enough for nearly everyone in the outpost to hear. "Good girl," he grunts, "Let everyone hear how good I fuck you."
His thrusts are messy and erratic as he attempts to hold on longer. "Christ!" he yells as he releases inside of you, filling your body up with his warm cum. You're seeing stars, laying there, completely fucked out, in awe of the man above you.
Then he's moving down your body again. Staring at you with an amused expression, his head between your thighs. The fire casts menacing shadows on Michaels flushed face, as he licks up your sweet cum. "Stop," you mumble, though it's obvious you don't want him to. He's mercilessly sucking and biting at your folds, you don't even have the energy to move.
He quickens his pace, and you're completely gone, brain fuzzy, you can't think coherently. Tears are streaming down your face.
"You're mine, say it." Michael demands, satisfied with the state he has you in. "I'm yours," you moan, struggling to get the words out. "What was that?" He stops what he's doing. Swallowing you take a deep breath focusing on speaking clearly. "I'm yours Michael." He adds his jewel adorned fingers, pumping hard, making you sob, completely overwhelmed by the intense feeling.
You cum all over Michaels tongue, your body twitching violently. He groans sending vibrations throughout your sore body, for a moment you struggle to stay conscious. Pleased, he lays beside you, kissing your cheek. "What a time to be alive." He says with an evil grin.
