Chapter 242 Savoring Every Piece of You [R18]
Harker felt despair sinked in slowly as every layer of clothing had been stripped from him by Miss Lovette.
It was dark in this room. All he could see was her stupid face, and he couldn't even turn his head to the side even if he tried.
Miss Lovette cusped his face with her pretty fingers. She stuck out her tongue, and licked Harker's eyeball.
"How these eyes once enjoyed looking at me while I'm in pain…. Ah, it makes me want to keep them too. Just pulverized them and turned them into paste myself."
She whispered to his ear, stroking his chest as she did.
"You're such a bad boy, little Joseph. And bad boys need to be punished."
She bit on his neck, and Harker felt so hopeless. He couldn't even trash around, couldn't even cry. He was stuck in place, in this cage that was his own body.
Miss Lovette's lips pressed against his skin. They felt hot, even hotter than the fire that scorched him. Her teeth sank just enough to draw blood, but did not deepen any further than that. As soon as she tasted the iron of it, she withdrew and showed it staining her mouth, dribbling down her chin.
"But at least you do taste good. So much vital energy… A pure, hot-blooded man…."
She licked down his chest, and finally reached to his cock. She commanded it to stand up. The burning hot humiliation came to Harker upon seeing it standing up towards a monster like her.
She grinned, knowing what he was thinking. "You must be ashamed to have a reaction towards someone like me. But it's alright, love. Don't fight it. Pretty soon, you'll love the feeling of shame mixed with pleasure, the guilt of being a man who was driven by his needs."
Harker gritted his teeth, arguing in his mind. 'It's not me at all! You're the one controlling my body to act this way!'
But doubt was slowly pushing its way in his brain like a slimy worm. Was there really not a small part of him who wanted this, who wanted Miss Lovette just like he wanted his women?
Was there not a small part of him that wanted to be manipulated and controlled like this?
Harker kept fighting it over, then losing, then fighting it again as Miss Lovette started devouring his cock. Does he want or not want it? No! Yes!
His mind was drawing a blank. The pleasure he felt just from her hot mouth was infinitely better than what Mina or Joan could ever provide.
He felt weak again, and he hated it. But there was something in that weakness that also made him feel aroused.
Miss Lovette continued to bob her head up and down, her eyes never leaving his own. His own bloodshot eyes that she had just licked. She then went towards his balls, and sucked on them, sometimes even biting down.
Her hand would often travel to squeeze on one of those balls, squeezing and squeezing until Harker could feel that numbing pain in his belly like rolling waves. He couldn't shout, but his body was drenched in sweat and tears flowed in his eyes.
He couldn't take it anymore, and it seemed that Miss Lovette was also controlling his inner bodily functions as he let out a fountain from being violated by her.
Miss Lovette let go of his balls with a popping sound from her mouth.? She then laughed, mocking Harker as she licked up all that cum. She used her fingers to take those that shot at her shoulders and collarbone. She did not waste a single drop and cleaned up his dick nicely.
"Hmm….. Give me more of that elixir, love. The fountain of youth comes from you... I want it flowing inside me. I want to steal all of it from you."
Harker wanted to protest, but he could barely even do so mentally. He was so drained that he could barely register anything.
This empty feeling inside continued as she rode him. The bed creaked, and she pushed over and over screaming like a banshee. But all these noises were muffled in Harker's ear.
It was like he was watching and hearing everything underwater. His vision was blurry, maybe from the tears, or maybe from his 'elixir' being robbed from him.
Though he didn't know what dual cultivation was, he was sure this wasn't what it meant. This was purely one-sided, it was like being bled and dried like a pig.
Then, his shell… his carcass… would be fed to the Beast Girl watching in the dark.
Miss Lovette rubbed her round, plump breasts as she continued to sway her hips. Harker had gone beyond deliberating whether he wanted it or not, into just accepting it the same way one would accept the tumbling waves around their bodies when they swim in the sea.
In some sick and twisted way, the lack of control was comforting. He was no longer overwhelmed by any problems.
It was all over. He had lost.
The empty space was cold, and as he shot load after load inside Miss Lovette, it slowly felt like routine.
The shame was replaced by a sense of emptiness and melancholy. He was alone. There was no one to help him, and he would just be tortured and sucked dry by these monsters.
Miss Lovette observed his empty face, and chuckled to herself.
She went to kiss Harker once she had her fill, invading his mouth with her slimy tongue. And he just let her, whether or not he was being controlled.
"You clung onto the sorrow and the loneliness like an anchor. That won't do. I want to remind you that you are not alone."
Her tongue then turned into curls that continued swirling its way into his throat. It curled and curled until it reached throughout his whole body, covering it with that fleshy swirl. Harker's eyes widened again in terror, as the tongue finished curling...
And pulled out a bunch of flesh from him.
They were just in a pile, a bloody, pulsing, pus-filled mess. The yellow fat, the tender muscle, the blood... It's all so squishy in her long, curly tongue and very much alive. But even if it was alive, it was still meat.
And meat was meant to be eaten.
"My turn."
His first demon, the one who brought him to this twisted world of monsters, sat by his bedside with a cherry-red smile.
"I have waited for so long to taste you, Harker. And you're mine at last. I'll savor you, every piece of you."
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