Chapter 169: Bleeding Lamb

LEITANA

“Ahhhhh, yes..yes..YES!” The scream ripped from my throat like something feral being torn out, raw, broken, and dripping with desperate need as Ravial slammed into me so violently the entire wall shuddered behind my back.

He had me completely pinned, my spine grinding against the cold, unforgiving plaster, one leg wrenched high and hooked over his hip while the other dangled helplessly. His massive hand was locked around my throat like a vice, fingers digging in with deliberate, terrifying precision, squeezing just enough to make every shallow, gasping breath feel like stolen mercy. The pressure sent my head spinning into that delicious, razor-sharp edge where pleasure and real danger blurred into one intoxicating haze. Black spots danced at the corners of my vision. My pulse hammered wildly under his palm, and the fear only made me wetter, slicker, clenching around his thick cock like my body was begging him to ruin me completely.

He looked like a goddamn predator who had finally snapped the leash.

Even through the blindfold still tied tight over his eyes, I could feel the pure, unhinged madness radiating off him. The low, guttural growl vibrating in his chest wasn’t human anymore, it was something darker, something broken and starving. His hips snapped forward with brutal, machine-like force, driving every brutal inch of his cock so deep I swore I could feel him in my stomach. The wet, obscene slap of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with the filthy squelch of my dripping pussy greedily swallowing him whole.

“Fuuuuck… look at you,” he snarled, voice low, wrecked, and laced with that psychotic edge that made my blood run hot and cold at the same time. “Taking every fucking inch like the perfect little cocksleeve you were born to be. So goddamn tight… milking my cock like you’ll die if I ever pull out. You love this, don’t you? Love being used like a filthy ragdoll while your mother is lying in that hospital bed, tubes down her throat, fighting for every last breath.”

I couldn’t answer. My head slammed back against the wall with a dull thud, mouth hanging open in a silent, drooling O as another broken moan tore free.

“Mi… mi Ravial… ahhh…!”

He tightened his grip on my throat without warning, cutting my air off sharper this time. The world narrowed to a pinpoint. Stars exploded behind the blindfold. Panic and ecstasy slammed together in my chest, making my pussy flutter and gush around him so violently he let out a dark, satisfied laugh that sounded completely unhinged.

“That’s it, lamb,” he rasped, thrusting harder, hips pistoning with savage precision, bruising my cervix with every punishing stroke. “Squeeze me just like that. Show me how much your greedy cunt loves being choked and fucked while your own mother might be dying right now. Does it make you wetter, knowing how sick and twisted you are? My perfect, depraved little wife… dripping down my balls like a whore in heat.”

Tears streamed down my face, soaking the blindfold. I nodded frantically, whimpering, because yes…God help me, yes it did. The shame only twisted the knife of pleasure deeper. I bit my lip until it split, but Ravial leaned in and sank his teeth into the same spot, harder, viciously, tearing the soft flesh. Blood flooded my mouth, metallic and warm. He licked it up with a long, slow drag of his tongue, growling like an animal tasting fresh kill.

“Mine,” he snarled against my bleeding lips, voice thick with psychotic possession. “Every drop of this sloppy, dripping pussy belongs to me. Every scream and every fucking heartbeat. I could snap your pretty little neck right now and you’d still come for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Oui… oui, Ravial… plis… plis plus fort, mi no fit hold am… mi go burst… ahhhhh …!”

The French and broken Bislama spilled out in a desperate, mangled mess. My mind was fracturing, sanity slipping away with every brutal thrust. He shifted suddenly, grabbing my other leg and hoisting both high around his waist, folding me in half against the wall like I was nothing but a toy. The new angle let him drive impossibly deeper, the fat head of his cock battering that spongy spot inside me with merciless accuracy.

I screamed, a loud, guttural, animalistic sound.

He laughed, low and crazy, and sank his teeth into my shoulder, biting down until I felt skin break and blood trickle hot down my chest. The pain detonated into pleasure so intense my vision whited out completely.

“Right fucking there,” he groaned, voice dark and deranged. “Feel that? That’s me owning every inch of you. Come on, you filthy little lamb, fall apart on my cock while I choke the life out of you. Milk me dry like the desperate lamb of mind you are.”

“Mi Ravial..! Mi… mi go… ahhh, oui, oui, OUI…!”

The first orgasm hit like a freight train, slamming through my body so hard my thighs convulsed violently, walls clamping down around him in rhythmic, fluttering spasms. I came with a silent, open-mouthed scream, no air left in my lungs, body seizing as wave after wave ripped me apart.

But Ravial didn’t stop.

He fucked me straight through it, hips never slowing, pounding me into a second, then a third orgasm that left me sobbing, shaking, nails raking bloody trails down his back. He choked me harder during the fourth, whispering the most deranged filth into my ear:

“You’d let me kill you right here, wouldn’t you? Let me fuck your corpse until it’s cold if I wanted. That’s how much you need this cock. How much you need me to break you.”

Hours blurred.

Almost three hours now, maybe more. Time had lost all meaning. He kept me trapped against that wall the entire time, alternating between choking me until I blacked out for split seconds, only to slap my face lightly to bring me back so he could force another orgasm out of my overstimulated, ruined body.

He bit me everywhere, shoulders, breasts, throat, inner thighs when he briefly dropped to his knees to devour my swollen clit like a starving beast before slamming back inside. Blood and sweat and my own arousal coated us both. My voice was gone, reduced to hoarse, broken whimpers and raspy cries in a mix of French, Bislama, and pure animal noise.

I was a trembling, dripping, sobbing wreck, pussy swollen and gaping, constantly leaking his precum and my cum down my thighs and onto the floor in obscene puddles.

When the final, devastating orgasm tore through me, it was too much. My entire body locked up in one long, violent convulsion. Everything went dark at the edges, then completely black. I felt him finally snap hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural, psychotic roar. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded me so deep and so much that it instantly overflowed, gushing out around his cock in messy, wet spurts that ran down my ass and legs.

He kept grinding through his release, prolonging the torture until I was completely limp and unconscious in his arms.

When I finally drifted back to semi-consciousness, I was no longer against the wall.

He had carried me to the bed and laid me down with surprising gentleness. A warm, wet cloth wiped between my legs, slow, careful strokes cleaning the mixture of his cum, and my own juices from my battered, swollen pussy. Soft kisses pressed to my forehead, my split and swollen lips, the deep bite marks blooming purple and red across my throat and shoulders. His fingers traced the bruises he’d left like he was admiring his own artwork.

I tried to force my eyes open under the blindfold, my voice a pathetic, hoarse whisper.

“Mi… mi Ravial…”

He leaned down and kissed me slow, deep, and possessive, tasting the blood still on my tongue.

“Sleep now, my little lamb,” he murmured against my mouth, voice still edged with that dark, unhinged hunger. “You took everything I gave you so beautifully. Such a good girl….”

The bed dipped as he stood.

I heard clothes rustling. The soft click of the door opening.

He was leaving?

My mind, foggy and shattered, clung to one last hazy, terrifying thought before unconsciousness dragged me under completely.

Where… is he going this time?

And deeper, darker still…What exactly is he going to do when he gets there?

Because with Ravial… nothing was ever just sex.