Page 40 of Fed By Fear

With a few wraps of a new chain and a quick lift, I hoist her up, slinging the chain over a nearby hook.

She flails as her body hangs. “This fucking hurts.”

“You just need to take a little pressure off your shoulders.” I hook her knees on either side of my face to get up close and personal with her sweetest spot. Her scent is divine, tinged with a metallic flare that I can attribute to micro-damage from the knives.

Tasting her, sweetened with blood, is so appealing that my tongue turns completely monster without thought.

Githany’s eyes pop wide as she stares down at the forked tip. “That’s not human.”

“Not—” I lick straight up her seam. “One—” I dip thetip inside before withdrawing. “Bit.” Plunging my tongue deep sends Githany bucking against my face.

I feast between her thighs, lapping up a flavor more rapturous than any flesh, blood, or bone I’ve indulged in before.

“Gator,” she simpers.

Shock stills my tongue momentarily. “Say it again.”

A tease of my tongue against her clit grants me my request. “Gator.”

“Yes, sweetheart. Don’t stop saying my name.”

“Why—” she pants as I push back inside. My tongue now fully demon and even thicker than my human cock. “Why do they call you that if you wear a pig’s mask?”

I’m impressed she’s able to think so clearly. She groans when I empty her, but this part is worth having full function of my mouth for.

“That’s what they scream when they see me coming. Swimming, swimming. Their small minds can’t rationalize anything else.”

My tongue draws slick figure-eights between her folds, and Githany’s thighs flex hard around my face.

I lift my mouth only to murmur against her glistening snatch, “They see my glowing eyes above the surface and assume that’s what I am. An animal. A predator. In reality, I’m something far, far worse. Everyone screams when they realize their mistake.”

I drag another taste up her seam. Then slip my fingers inside. They slide out slow and drenched. With two fingers I stroke her pussy, milking that sensitive spot that makes her cry out. A third finger dips behind, stealing that small space, allowing me to work both holes while my tongue gives its full attention to her clit.

She climbs and climbs, squeezing every part I’m invading,until I’m rewarded with a cry of ecstasy that’s even sweeter than the sound she made for my knives.

What sounds will she make when it’s my cock? Not this fleshy mortal appendage.Mycock.

“I thought I’d want you to scream for me too. I’ll admit, I like it better when you moan my name. The screaming will come soon enough. After all, I’m still starving.”

Her screams punch out as I sink inhuman teeth into her thigh, marking her in my favorite way. I flex my fingers before slipping them free, relishing the conflicted way her body jerks as pleasure fights to overtake fresh pain.

Skin ripples, releasing the first hints of my demon self. It’s time for Githany to meet the real Gator.

Chapter 10

Githany

The pain radiating through every punctured tooth mark on my thigh is so all-consuming that at first I don’t notice the trickling around the floorboards.He fucking bit me. I was floating in an orgasmic high so good that I forgot where I was and who I was with. Every bit of those warm fuzzies were sapped from my body when he took a goddamned bite out of me.

Gator backs away, forcing all my body weight to pull against the wrist restraints still tucked behind the meat hook. The ache at the back of my hands is intense and instant.

“Where are you going?”

He slides the pig mask off and disappears into the shadowy corner. At first, I see nothing. Then a faint light sparks in the darkness. Two glowing white eyes, burning brighter by the second.

“Can you swim?” Gator’s voice is no more than a low rumble.

“I, yes. I can swim.” Why does he care if I can swim? Something cold touches my toes. I break away from thoseluminous eyes, dropping my gaze. The floor is covered in water. Several feet of swirling dark depths greet my dangling ankles. It’s rising fast.