The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 1 (The Fallocaust Series Book 2) (83 page)

I had no words; I was in no state to form them. All I could do was attempt to breathe, attempt to force myself through the pain and shock.

Nero’s mouth rose in a smirk; he grabbed onto his cock and positioned himself to re-enter me. With a wry grin he got the angle and as he broke his cock back in I stifled a scream.

To my further horror he leaned into me and locked my lips with his, his purple-blue eyes closing and his hand clenching around the side of my head.

I opened my mouth to take him in and indulged him until the right moment presented itself.

As soon as I felt the flesh of his lips, I bit down and sunk my teeth into his bottom lip.

But Nero didn’t stop. I swore angrily, my own inner thoughts more desperate than I wanted to admit. Though he didn’t even flinch, I thought I could even feel him pull my mouth closer to his lips as I chewed and ripped at them.

It fueled him, it only fueled him. As the blood spilled into my mouth he started to ride me harder, pushing himself in and out of me with long jabbing thrusts, made easier for him by the influx of blood spilling from my body. I chewed and ripped more, if only to ease my own pain as he mercilessly fucked me.

Nero pulled away with a rough, gritted moan. I opened my mouth to try and get breath and looked up at the damage I had done.

His lower lip had been almost completely chewed off. It dangled from his face and dripped red onto the white sheets underneath us. He was completely unphased; he only looked at me with a fresh hunger.

Nero rested his forehead onto mine and his remaining lips pulled into a smile, his minty breath hot against my now blood-covered face. He kept his face there, away from my teeth but still dangling over me like a baited hook tempting a shark.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my own breathing. I tried to count my breaths but each breath seemed to be perfectly synced with his thrusts. In the end that was all I was counting, each thrust of his cock inside of me, followed by each spring of agonizing pain as he ripped me inside and out.

The blood churned in my veins, heated to the point of boiling. I felt like a beast trapped in his own skin, unable to break free and escape from the horrors and madness that were happening all around me. How did I let it get to this? The question to which I had no answer for.

Was this what my dads had wanted for me?

“Pretty little bitch,” Nero groaned. I felt his words vibrate against my ear but I didn’t open my eyes. The smell of blood was so thick in the air and on his body I could almost see his outline through my closed eyelids. I knew his head was bowed and I knew he had my knees so far back my ass was off of the ground. Thrusting himself in and out of me without pause, fucking me hard with the same stamina I had once admired in Donnely.

Karmic justice you fucking bitch. You laughed when Perish got raped now look at you.

My jaw ached from clenching it so hard; I kept trying to count his breaths... no, my breaths... no, I was counting his thrusts.

One, two, three, four –

I screamed again, for no new reason other than my own manic frustration. I once again thrashed and tried to pull him off of me but with a snap and a painful jolt in my wrists the beast inside of me was reminded that he was chained. I didn’t care though. I couldn’t let this happen.

I couldn’t let this happen.

“Let me go!” I suddenly shrieked. I bellowed so loudly my vocal cords broke under the strain. I drew my knee back to try and kick him but it was tight and bound in its prison. So instead I twisted and contorted my own body to try and get him out of me, anything to unjoin our bodies. This wasn’t fucking right... this wasn’t fucking right.

“What was that? Scream louder, Reaver,” Nero hissed before I heard the popped sound of him breaking the seal on his lit cigar. I smelled the sour smoke again before he gave his hips several hard thrusts.

“Fucking let me go! SILAS WILL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THIS!” I screamed in my own delirium. I balled my fists and thrusted them down, trying to fit my hand through the cuffs.

My mind was leaving me. I screamed a third time and tried with all of my strength to hit him.

But Nero only moaned; he put his face just out of the reach of my teeth and started to fuck me harder.

“Yeah, what will he do, baby? Tell me again,” Nero purred.

“I’ll fucking murder you! And you will fucking stay dead!” I screamed. I clenched my teeth and let me head drop on the back of the bed. My chest crackled, the fire inside of me burned like an inferno. It seared every lucid, sane memory I had in my head. I felt like I was going to go crazy. I had to escape; I had to get out from under him.

The pressure in my head grew, boiling my brain inside of its shell. It felt like my ears were going to burst from the blood that was roaring behind my eyes. I had to do something. I had to do something.

He sped up and drove himself roughly into me; one hard painful jab after another. He was moaning loudly, his voice mixing itself in with the roaring inside of my head. It was all one continuous flow of sensations; one baseless and formless pressure inside of my mind, pressing and pressing waiting for that final snap.

Then flesh, I could smell his flesh. I didn’t even need to open my eyes; I could smell and feel the warmth of his neck near my mouth. Like a leech to heat, a wolf to a fresh kill, I opened my mouth and clamped down on his neck.

Nero cried out and his thrusts increased, but a moment later he pulled away.

I looked up at him, at two neck wounds now dripping cruor onto the bloodied sheets. In response Nero looked back down at me, his face sweaty and clammy.

I thrashed my head as he lowered his mouth onto my neck. I swore and tried to pull him off of me as I felt his teeth against my windpipe. Then when he bit down and broke my own flesh I opened my mouth to hollar again – but the air got sucked from my throat.

I could hear rough breathing through his nose, stifled moans as he started to fuck me harder, his hips slamming against me in a sporadic pace that told me he was orgasming.

His teeth tightened, my windpipe pinched and was sealed. I gasped, hearing a high-pitched wheeze come from my throat as my lungs started to scream for air. My body was thrown into the manic spasm that only came when death was only moments away.

My eyes dimmed, my pounding ears picked up nothing but the moans that spilled through his clenched teeth. I died to him cumming inside of me, and he came to me dying.

A blue ember pierced the sea of shadows that swirled around my vision. I watched it as it rose to his mouth, before brightening. A moment later, with a puff of silver smoke, he lowered it.

My eyes adjusted, and the light from the candles started to bring form to the shadows around me.

His hand offered me a cigarette. I stared at it.

“Take it,” he urged before moving it towards my mouth. I opened my lips and a moment later I heard the flick of a lighter.

A small comfort from the throbbing pain that had lay claim to my body. I inhaled the soothing smoke and blew it out of the corner of my mouth.

“Do you do drugs?”

“Heroin.”

Nero chuckled; he shifted and leaned against the back of the bed. I saw his thumb raise as he flicked the ash from his own cigarette. “Get him some ciovi, Kiki. Prepped and ready.” He looked at me. His now fully healed face losing none of its menace.

“So? Enjoy your first time, brother?” Nero’s face split into a grin.

I had no answer for him, I only stared forward. My backside was raw and bleeding but everything else, every other injury, was gone.

Nero must have been able to read my thoughts. “I fucked you when you were dead; then I fucked you when you started to breathe. You know you moaned when you were breathing? Moaned like a little whore.”

My eyes remained fixed, though the rage was starting to bubble under the surface again. I tried to push it down, into that dark void; the one that was overflowing with my own suppressed feelings and emotions.

“Ah, calm down. If you work yourself up into a rage I’ll have to pound you back down to earth.” I jerked my head away from him as he tried to play with my hair.

The black-haired boy named Kiki came back holding in his hand a small tray with what looked like a crack pipe and a lump of white powder.

Nero put the full pipe to my lips and lit his lighter again but I spat it out. He laughed at the gesture and lit the pipe himself.

To my anger he took an inhale of the smoke before in a flash he locked his lips back with mine.

I opened my mouth in an automatic response to snap at him, but in turn he breathed a hot smoke into my mouth before withdrawing. I coughed and hacked, it tasted like pure chemicals.

A warmth started to sweep my body. Nero took another hit beside me before drawing Kiki onto him. With a grunt and a high-pitched gasp from who I assumed was his sengil or cicaro, the boy started to ride him.

I closed my eyes and let my only fleeting comfort ease my body into a false relaxation. It was the only thing I could hold onto, the only sliver of light in this eclipse I had found myself in. A small dose of medicine that my body eagerly devoured.

Kiki moaned with the rhythm, Nero grunted. I took that distraction and tried to find my shattered mind. Though nothing was making sense to me; I had no solid thoughts and no plans. My vision could only see red and my thoughts only the carnage I so badly had to inflict on my captor. My chimera mind and my greywaster mind commanded it. The fiber that knitted who I was demanded nothing short than torture and murder for what Nero had done to me.

For what Nero had taken from me.

Immediately my jaw tightened and I pushed that thought from my head. I was no fucking damsel needing to keep her virginity intact. Fuck those thoughts. It was just... a physical action, it was nothing... nothing besides torture. Nothing else.

Nothing... else.

Kiki giggled and I opened my eyes to see him framing Nero’s face in his hands, kissing him on the lips as the brute chimera smirked back at him. An odd couple if you would call it that but they seemed rather happy with each other.

I stared more intently at Kiki and for the first time I noticed his unnatural orange eyes. He was a chimera, a sengil or a cicaro I wasn’t sure. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a plant from Elish. Another lover set to be used as a carrot for Elish to sway a brother. Like he had done to Garrett with Reno, and as he had told me in the greyrift apartment: to Joaquin and his pet Jem.

Then my captor reached a hand over and traced it along my cheek. I didn’t move; I didn’t bother to snap at him because I knew that’s what he was waiting for.

“You wanna taste his dick, Kiki?” Nero’s voice turned to a low, sensual purr.

I narrowed my eyes but I still didn’t move. I wanted that kid on me; I wanted him close to me.

There was no need to explain why.

Kiki’s orange eyes slowly travelled over to me. He bit his lip but laughed when Nero raised his head and licked his ear.

“He’ll eat me alive,” Kiki said cautiously.

Nero put a hand on Kiki’s head and started sucking on his neck. “He can’t reach you, puppy. Go on, I’ll get you a new ring if you can make him hard.” Nero said in a voice dripping honey. I noticed then that Kiki had several silver rings on his fingers, including one that looked like a raccoon. “Go on, do it.”

Yeah, come a little closer, Kiki.

The boy gave me a cautious eye. I gave him a look back that could melt steel. He cautiously took my dick into my hands and started to stroke the flaccid organ up and down. I saw that his hands were shaking.

The drug Nero had given me had soothed the live wires that he had frayed the first time he had fucked me. I tried to force my body to relax, and with my self-control, resisted the urge to snap at the young chimera. Though if I wanted to get him to do what I wanted I couldn’t give in that easily.

I mock advanced towards the boy and sure enough, to prove just how frightened he was of me, Kiki recoiled back with a sharp gasp.

My ears rang as Nero dealt me a punch to the head. I swore and saw white followed by a sick haze that dripped down my eyesight like plasma.

I decided to play to it; I let the white noise take my head. As I let my head drop I submitted my body to the boy’s roaming tongue.

And it roamed. Nero separated my legs, the chains slacked, only his own strength holding my knees back. I felt a heaviness in my groin and a burning pleasure that made my throat go dry. The warm tongue travelling up and down my shaft before with a murmured command by Nero he put his mouth over it.

I growled and with that I got dealt another blow, this time to my cheek. My mouth immediately started to fill with blood; I let it drip down my chin and onto my chest.

The white noise came back; not only illuminating my vision in a thousand sunbursts but filling my ears with the same roaring that had taken me during my first round with Nero. Though this time it was mixed in with the intense feeling of pleasure centered between my legs.

Nero talked to him and I felt a cold air hit my hard cock, then another mouth. Nero was sucking me off now. I opened my eyes to see them both passing off my dick between them like they were sharing a popsicle.

“Go on... get on top of him,” Nero urged. Kiki’s tongue lapped the head of my cock, now fully hard in his mouth.

I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, trying to push the image of my boyfriend far away from my head. I wasn’t thinking about him on purpose; I was making a point to exile his face from my mind.

He would understand and that was all I needed to justify what was about to happen.

Nero put his hand on my jaw; I felt his grip tighten as Kiki got on top of me. For good reason, my teeth were grinding together.

Nero nipped my ear and growled into it. “If you behave yourself, I’ll let him cum in his ass. You want that, sweet cakes? I sure do want to see what you look like when you cum. I bet you make the cutest faces.”

Unable to control myself my head snapped to the side and I tried to bite him; channeling Jade my feral brother. But, of course, Nero was waiting for me. He jerked his head back with a laugh and grabbed my cock.

I closed my eyes and tried to force myself outside of my body as I felt the boy’s tensed opening on my cock. I ground my teeth and called the kid every name I could think of as he lowered himself onto me. Breaking my dick into him, already full of Nero’s cum.

The boy let out a soft moan before he started to ride me.

“Ever have another ass squeeze your cock, Reaver? Or just your little Killian?” Nero taunted. I could smell his breath on my neck; sure enough, he gave the nape a long lick before hissing in my ear. “When I get a hold of that little twink, I’ll fuck him until he shudders and dies.”

I sucked in a breath but I didn’t lash out. I stayed perfectly still as my body responded in ways I didn’t want. My dick throbbed and pulsed inside of the kid. It felt good. I fucking hated it, but it felt good.

My body was going numb, the roaring inside of my ears travelling through my blood stream, tensing and coiling my body like I was a snake ready to strike. Every muscle seemed to harden and become like steel, resisting the pleasure that filled me with humiliation and shame.

But there was no time to feel those emotions. It was what it was.

And at that omission I stifled my first moan.

Nero laughed and at his order Kiki started to ride me harder. Sharp, small moans breaking his lips, steady and in rhythm to his body bouncing on top of me.

I opened my eyes and saw the slight and tawny boy riding me. His hard cock moving up and down as my own sunk into him. He had his body far away from my reach, one arm half-raised to steady himself the other on his side.

Up and down he moved. Black-haired, orange-eyed little shit. Probably from Tim’s generation though a little older.

Nero laughed though it was ragged. I could feel the movement beside me which I knew was him pleasuring himself to the scene unfolding.

“Come on... make him cum, Kiki,” Nero growled. “Make him cum.”

The boy licked his lips and started doing me harder, like he had probably been trained to do by Nero for fuck knows how long. He knew his work though, every time he slammed his hips down on me I edged closer to my peak.

I closed my eyes and relaxed my body. Only my hands clenching the sheets drew a light on the mental state I was in. I took in a deep breath and let the pleasure overwhelm me.

When I let out another moan Nero, as he loved to do, laughed at me. He commanded the boy to take me in deeper and he did; Kiki not too far away from cumming himself.

Then chimera boy let out a loud cry, slammed himself down on me again and again until, like an earthquake rippling through my body, he brought us both to orgasm.

As I came my eyes snapped open, like a predator eyeing his prey they focused on Kiki. His own eyes closed and his mouth open and crying out in ecstasy, cum shooting from his hard cock. Beside me Nero was rapidly stroking himself, quick and rapid moans telling me I had him where I wanted him.

I had never been one to waste an opportunity.

I clenched my fists and pulled on my handcuffs, I used the taut chains as my leverage as I pulled my arms down and moved my body up, shifting me into a sitting position.

With my body I brought the boy in my range, and even better, the jerking of my body threw him off balance. Kiki gasped as he lurched forward, his face coming within inches of my own.

There was a shriek and a flash of blood and skin, I ripped the flesh away and opened his face up from lip to ear. A huge split, one that brought ripples of fat and the gleam of white bone.

Before Nero could pull him off of me I went for the neck next. I sunk my teeth into the soft, white flesh and clamped down as hard as I could.

Nero bellowed and grabbed the shrieking boy, he pulled Kiki away from my teeth but he left a good amount of flesh behind in my jaws.

Blood spilled from the kid’s neck, he was shrieking and screaming as Nero pressed a hand against his wound. He turned around and yelled out the door. “Sid! I fucking need Sid!”

Nero shot me a single dangerous look as the blood continued to gush out of his hands, before his attention turned to the door slamming open.

A man with chin length black hair and burgundy eyes burst in; his face paled when he saw Kiki.

“Now, now... hurry!” The door slammed shut as everyone ran out.

I drew the chunk of Kiki’s neck further into my mouth and started to chew, slowly and deliberately, enjoying each bite.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

I started twisting my wrists in their shackles, watching the door, waiting for him to come back. The skin had healed when Nero had killed me and my soft, new flesh was thin. My skin broke easily.

Back and forth.

I looked down and saw my own cum, covering my soft dick, and the chimera boy’s on my chest before he was ripped off of me. The boy’s blood was all over me too, dripping to form small rivers down my stomach and legs.

Back and forth. I chewed the flesh, fleeing the tough skin start to get stuck in my teeth. My hands rhythmically twisting back and forth. Watching the door. Watching the door.

Then, after what seemed like a thousand lifetimes, the door swung open. As expected Nero’s face was red, his indigo eyes wide and holding the fires of hell inside of them.

It was my turn to chuckle. With my mouth I centered the remaining flesh I had ripped out of Kiki’s neck and spat it at him.

Nero had a knife in his hand but he didn’t slash my throat like I expected. Instead he backhanded me hard against my face. My head snapped under the force of the blow and I heard a ping. Immediately blood filled my mouth and I felt several gaps in my teeth.

He hit me again and I saw the walls get sprinkled in my blood.

I coughed and he grabbed my chin, pulling my face up to his.

“Dead yet?” I tried to raise my lips in a smile but my face was paralysed.

Nero’s eyes burned me, violet-blue sapphires that held a small sun in each. “No, no, you little cunt. He’s going to by just fine.” Another hit but I only felt the force of the blow; I couldn’t feel anything in my face but a cold numbness. An overwhelming feeling that crept itself up my nose and centered in my brain. Like growing mould it coated the folds, ravaging and destroying my senses.

Then pain. Real pain.

I screamed before I could even think of stopping myself, immediately tensing my body to struggle to get away from what was happening. Alarms rang in my head but were silenced by the agonizing pain over what Nero was doing.

Nero twisted the knife; it sank deeper inside of my ass. I screamed again, thrashing my wrists as he dug it in deeper, my own struggling movements slicing me further. I swore and tried to force my fucking body to calm down but my instincts were overriding my self-control.

Nero pushed the knife in up to the handle, then, with his own teeth clenched in anger, he ripped it out of me.

I gagged and started choking on my own vomit.

Then the pressure, made even more painful with the huge gouge that was now between my legs. He pushed himself easily into me, the blood and the knife wound giving little resistance.

He fucked me. The rage encapsulating him and giving him a thirst that seemed to bring out a beast I had yet to see in him. The chimera brute at his worst, and me, shackled and chained, on the receiving end.

Nero grabbed my head and slammed it against the iron rungs behind me. Then he grabbed my shoulders and twisted my body so I was face first in the bed. Automatically, as I lay on my stomach, my knees tried to raise my body, and with that he thrusted himself back into me.

I let out a frustrated scream and grabbed onto the iron rungs, I pulled them towards me before slamming them back against the wall. Doing anything I could to distract myself from the overwhelming pain.

Nero didn’t stop and he didn’t slow down. Like I had admired in Donnely Nero had stamina in him that I had never seen before. The brute chimera mercilessly fucked me, every once in a while grabbing my head to slam me into the iron rungs of the bed, usually when he was orgasming.

In that time I was lost to the world, the pain even dissipated as I went into full-body shock. Each blow he delivered to me, every face slam into the iron rungs, every hard thrust was nothing but pressure on me now. As time went on my senses left me, pain in the forefront. The only thing holding me up was my hair clenched firmly in his fist.

When he finally dropped my head I fell onto the bed gasping for breath. My breathing getting short and my heart a rapid and uneven beat.

Nero was gasping too. I felt a weight of his body, then with a shift he laid down beside me on the bed.

I tried to move myself onto my back so I could breathe better. I cringed as I felt his hands firmly grab me so he could help with the move in position. The sheets underneath me seemed to stick to my body.

Then I looked down.

I didn’t know what I was seeing at first; my automatic reaction was that he had stabbed me in the gut. But the red swollen mound of flesh, followed by intestine, all of it coming out of my backside, told its own story.

I felt light-headed and nauseas. I gagged on my own vomit and bile as my own rectum lay on the sheets surrounded by a large stain of blood.

Nero chuckled beside me, I started to feel cold. My body started to shake and a moment later my muscles started to seize and spasm. The white light claimed me not soon after.

Chapter 31

Killian

Where there once was light; there was now dark. Where there had once been dark, there was now nothing. Parts of my mind, once lit up with his shadowed presence had become dormant, like they had never existed in the first place.

My temples throbbed. My head felt like it was slowly filling with blood to the point of bursting. I wanted to scream, tear out my hair and cry but I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t.

I knew I had to be strong. Even if knowing and doing were on two opposite ends of my world.

My boyfriend... my raven-haired sentry, my dark chimera, Demon of Indifference, Scourge of the Greywastes.

Reaver Merrik.

My baby.

Perish rubbed my arm, he had barely left my side since I had reached the camp. A half of an energy bar crept into the corner of my vision. “Eat, eat.”

I shook my head but he urged the Dek’ko bar into hands. “No, you gotta eat something. Come on. Please?”

We were riding in the back of the cart; I had barely walked in the last several days, mostly because it was so hard. I had ran most of the way to the dirt road and running down it especially had strained my knees and had covered my feet with sores and blisters.