Severing Sanguine: A Companion Book to The Fallocaust Series Book 2 (88 page)

Lust shot through me as I witnessed Jack on his hands and knees, his teeth flashing as he chewed through the dead man’s neck. Blood was spraying through his mouth, painting the streets in a red that shone and shimmered from the fires around us. The reward of our efforts tantalized my nostrils, the insatiable smell of blood mixed in with the tangible aroma of burning buildings. It was such an arousing sensation I felt the tight strands start to weave themselves around my body.

Then another missile, and another rumbling impact. Jack and I both looked towards the noise to see the side of a large skyscraper explode. This one dangerously close to the harbour, which meant it was most likely full of people.

I looked to Jack and saw the fire reflecting in his eyes, his face held shock but it was an odd expression with the blood running down his mouth and neck. He looked like a demon interrupted during a feast, glancing around in stricken surprise to see what had disturbed his meal.

But Jack’s eyes weren’t fixed on me; he was looking past me. Then he started crawling over the corpse on all fours, those demonic black eyes fixed on nothing else but the unfortunate fool he had in his sights.

I looked too, and when I spotted this prey Jack had zeroed in on, I smiled. I smiled and I rose to my feet, and with a grin and my boyfriend by my side – I started to chase after the fleeing figure, nothing but a silhouette in the descending black smoke.

Valen looked behind him, his eyes widened, I could see the whites of them. It was like throwing fuel on the fire that had already ignited in my veins. He was scared, and the fact that I was seeing fear in those usually cocksure pink eyes…

Oh I wanted to make him scream.

“Stay the fuck away from me!” Valen screamed as he ran past the building the rebels had bombed. He turned left on a dime and ran down an adjacent street, his pink hair flying behind him and his exhausted breath so loud I could hear it perfectly.

We caught up to him easily.

I grabbed his jacket with a laugh and yanked him backwards. Jack caught him in his arms and put him in a headlock. But Valen was stronger than I gave him credit for. He jerked forward, taking Jack with him and when my boyfriend’s feet lifted up off of the ground he was flung over Valen’s head, landing on the concrete.

In the commotion I ran up to Valen and punched him right in the face. He stumbled back and looked up in shock, and as his mouth opened to scream at me, I kicked him in the shoulder, making him stumble back and fall to the ground.

“Who were those men you were with?” I said with an open mouth grin.

The look Valen gave me was one of pure horror. He started shuffling backwards.

“Don’t tell me you betrayed the family and joined up with some rebels?” I smirked.

Valen gasped and jumped to his feet. He turned and started to run again.

Adrenaline coursed through me, and it pooled in all of the wrong places. I quickly caught up to him and pushed him back onto the ground.

Valen’s head smacked up against the concrete, blood started to drip from his nose. This time though I jumped onto his fallen body and as the bloodlust claimed me and branded me as its own, I found that my control was starting to leave me.

A black vale descended on my vision, cloaking everything in front of me in a fog that seemed hot inside of my mind. I had felt this feeling before, and I had embraced it before. The same tense, beautiful constriction like the day I had killed Ludo, the day I had fucked Jack.

I didn’t fear this feeling, nor did I push it away. And as Valen started shrieking, pure, unhinged, terrifying shrieking, my lust exploded.

And I started pulling off his pants.

The back of my mind was screaming at me, literally screaming at me to stop, but the black vale pushed it back until it was nothing but a pleading whimper. There was no going back, my body and my brain commanded me to pursue this feeling, to chase it to the end and find the dangerous lust at the end of this fucked up rainbow.

Though as I pulled Valen’s cargo pants off of his body, exposing tight blue underwear I saw Jack’s feet at Valen’s head. I looked up, fully expecting for his horrified look to rip the dark shroud from my eyes –
– but instead all I saw was my reflection smiling back at me, a wide grin, dripping derisiveness and the same lust that had taken the reins of my mind.

Something flashed in Jack’s hand. My boyfriend got down on his knees, Valen’s head now trapped between his thighs. He leaned down and with an uncaring slash he cut Valen’s underwear off of him, and in the process, cut Valen’s skin with it.

“Fuck him, Sanguine,” Jack growled at me, and when he made eye contact my chest burned from the lust in his eyes. This uncontrollable, starved lust that held a promise in it that Jack had just as many layers as I did.

“Do it, I’ll hold him down.”

I stared at him for a second, before a grin was cut into my mouth. I reached down and ripped Valen’s bloody underwear off of him and unbuttoned my pants.

What was happening to me? I knew, and Jack knew too. We were both willing spectators to the madness that had sunk into both of our bodies. We were chimeras, but we had also been victims all of our lives. Being beaten down, humiliated, and treated like dirt by those stronger than us, taller than us, and those who outnumbered us.

We were chimeras, and tonight – we would both mutually find out just what that meant.

Just what that entitled.

And just what the consequences would be.

I unzipped my pants and next I pulled down my underwear. Jack, who was now pinning Valen’s arms back with his knees, stared at my hard cock with a desire in him that told me he ached for what the oncoming minutes would bring.

Valen was screaming. Oh was he ever screaming. He was adding his chorus to the perfect orchestra of senses, each one bringing their own beautiful music to this symphony that played in my ears. The smell of blood and fear, the feeling of heat and the cold air against my cock, the sounds of screaming mixed in with the snapping of burning buildings and finally… my own pounding heart as I grabbed Valen’s leg and pushed it into Jack’s awaiting hands.

“No… no, no, no!” Valen screamed and struggled, lifting his ass up off of the ground and trying to twist it away from the burning cock I had in my hand. I cared nothing for his pleas and spat on my hand before mixing the saliva with the blood now smudging against smooth testicles that were tucked tight against his skin. He couldn’t be more flaccid, though a part of me wanted to make him cum just for his own humiliation.

“Ready, Jacky?” I grinned holding Valen’s other leg back. The chimera was essentially pinned, he couldn’t move and as he started sobbing and gagging I knew he realized there was no escaping what was coming next.

“Do it!” Jack urged with a sickness in his eyes. “Do it.”

I winked at him before reaching down and giving Valen’s clammy cheek a stroke. Then I positioned myself over the sweet spot. “Now scream for me, Valentine.”

And he did.

Oh, did he ever.

As I roughly penetrated Valen, his panicked, shrill screaming echoed off of the buildings, adding to the roaring flames around us. I grinned and looked into his pink eyes as I viciously shoved myself up to the hilt, before, without pause, I started to roughly fuck him.

Jack let out a low, sensual groan. I looked down and saw him take his cock out and start to stroke it right over Valen’s screaming face. I watched it intently, fucking Valen with all my strength, enjoying the tight friction of his un-lubed ass.

And was it ever tight. I groaned and pushed his legs back further. I looked down and saw that I had already torn him, probably on penetration. It did nothing but make the tight binds inside of me constrict further, and with every taut string another intense wave of pleasure rushed through me.

But though it felt wonderful, I was getting the most turned on by his screaming, his screaming and the fires surrounding me. Deep in my trace I couldn’t see the inferno quickly consuming the buildings but I could smell the black smoke ravaging my lungs. It was perfect, this scene was perfect, another painting for my Jack to paint, another fantasy for me to imagine deep at night. I found my hips in automation, thrusting and thrusting into this screaming prey, and with that I lost myself in my own madness. Pushing into him with no end in sight.

I was only woken from my trance by Jack. His moaning had quickened. He was rapidly stroking himself. His eyes focused on my cock penetrating this screaming, writhing creature we would both have a turn in dominating. Those black eyes were glassy and full, dripping lust and a want that told me he needed a turn next.

I smiled and leaned into him, slowing my pace, and when he realized my intentions he slowed down his stroking and we locked our lips together. Immediately my tongue met his and we kissed deeply as Valen choked on his own blood and saliva.

I didn’t like his screaming slowing down, I didn’t like when I could only hear ragged breathing. So I jerked my hips and smiled through the sharp cry followed by a desperate sob.

Then I leaned down and took Jack’s cock into my mouth. It was rock hard, hot with his own blood rushing through it. The defined head was swollen and it twitched as it rested against my tongue. I created a suction and gave it a generous lick, and was rewarded for my efforts with a loud cry and a warm spurt inside of my mouth.

I let the first shot of cum coat my tongue, before taking out his cock and milking the shaft so the rest of it spilled onto Valen’s face. The chimera’s pink eyes, horrified and in a state of catatonia, became alive again as the cum shot from Jack’s cock and onto him. I took this opportunity to immediately resume my intense pace, and in return he opened his mouth to scream.

Jack grabbed his cock and laid the tip on Valen’s lips, another spurt wetted his lips and mouth, making the pink-eyed chimera scream again. And to both of our pleasure, we saw ourselves a tear.

“Cum, Sanguine,” Jack urged. He was out of breath from his orgasm but his hands started stroking his cock almost immediately after the last spurt of cum shot out of him. “Cum, baby. Fucking cum inside of him. Do it.

‘Do it. Do it, Sanguine.’

That raspy dry voice – he almost sounded like Barry but no… he sounded like someone else I had once known.

I grinned and locked lips with Jack again. Then I looked down at my blood-soaked cock, red now smudged all over Valen’s ass and pubic hair. His pubes were pink too. So those Skytech pills turned the hair colours everywhere, eh?

With Jack egging me on, I fucked Valen hard, making the kid’s screams ring throughout the street. I looked around just once, and was mesmerized to see several of the buildings on fire. Every time I had fucked someone it had been underneath fire – I liked that.

Then a loud shriek, one of a higher octave like the ringing squeal of a rabbit caught in the jaws of a beast. I looked down and saw Valen’s eyes wide open and his mouth too, scream and scream rolling from lips coated in Jack’s cum.

Then oddly – he fell silent.

I smirked at this, remembering with cruel indifference how I fell silent when I was raped. The fact that this didn’t make me stop immediately a window into the ferocious, manic state I had fallen into.

Silent and still, I laughed and watched Valen. Jack’s taunting echoing, though his face was getting shrouded in black. Yes, there was smoke all around us, thick smoke.

Still I laughed and as I found myself crawling to my peak I grabbed Valen’s chin and clenched it.

But when I leaned down to kiss it I paused and stared in perplexity.

His eyes had gone black.

How… odd.

I laughed. “Jack… look, he–”

Suddenly, like the entire world had ceased to exist, everything around me became black. My senses left me one by one like they had been stolen out from under my nose. The smell of the fire and smoke left, the roaring inferno left, my pleasure of fucking Valen left – it was all gone, and nothing remained. Like I had been killed and thrown into limbo I found myself floating in blackness, not a single shred of awareness coming to me. It was like someone had turned a switch off on my mind.

When I came to, I was in hell.

I opened my eyes and immediately saw Jack laying beside me. His face was turned away from me but he was laying with his pants still down. He wasn’t moving.

I rolled to my side and groaned, my head pounding and my lungs screaming from the toxic smoke I had inhaled. The smoke was impossibly thick now, and so full of ash it stained the bare skin of my groin.

My pants were still off…

With my head filled with fog and pain I pulled up my pants. I looked around in a daze before crawling over to Jack to shake him awake.

I reached a hand out and laid it on his shoulder, but as soon as my skin touched his I retracted it like he had become electrified.

I stared in shock, the sound getting sucked out of the world around me.

Jack was cold.

I touched his cheek and felt my heart wrench. His cheek was frozen, his eyes half-open but unseeing. He was laying there still.

He was dead. Jack was dead.

“SANGUINE!?” I heard a deep voice scream. I recognized it as Nero, but my eyes only stared at my dead boyfriend. Thinking with false hope that if I only waited he would gasp and become awake. Thinking with a thousand delusions that it was impossible for him to be dead. How could he be dead? What killed him.