Content Warning: Continuing off the last chapter, we have very sexual, very non-consensual, very violent, very graphic imagery. Please keep this in mind before continuing.
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“St-stop…” Tristan gasped feeling that metal stroke and rub against that perky nub, the sensation furthering his trembling. When she suddenly clamped her index and middle finger onto the delicate flesh, he arched. She tugged and pulled on the harden flesh, stretching it out, fire rippling through him. He howled again, sweat, tears, and drool coating his chin and neck.
“You loved my bites, remember? My roses.” Ira chuckled, admiring him lovingly while she twisted and tugged on his chest, threatening to rip off his nipple. “You pounded me so hard when we first made love and my nails tore into your back.” She let go of the now bruised and numb nub, smirking as he whined when sensation returned, “You always had this side of you…I just shoved it out into the open.”
“Sh-shut up…Just shut up!” Tristan tried to glare at her, but he couldn’t stand to look her in the eye, to see that warm gaze on her face, that small smile on her voluptuous lips. He ached to bite that lip off.
To pull it into his mouth, suck on it, making her squeal-
STOP!
She was driving him insane.
Ira’s small smile widened to one of her vicious grins, and she gripped his other nipple with the same metal fingers, “Why? Can’t concentrate?” She pulled on it, expertly applying the same pressure she did before.
It hurt so much!
It hurt so good…
Another moan escaped his lips, the sparks of pain eliciting more stars in front of his eyes. His head, now free, leaned back, his scratched, scarred, bruised chest arching for more.
As steel fingers tormented his nipples, her human hand ran back down his stomach, tugging on the frayed edge of his pants. She cooed softly, ripping them down, exposing him.
That brought him out of his daze and his jerked back, hissing as his nipple, now as discolored as the other, freed itself from her vice-like grip, “NO! No! Don’t-Don’t look at it. Don’t…don’t look at me!”
“I own you. How I cannot look at you.” Her eyes shifted down, growl in her throat as she studied her most prized possession, “You love this. Don’t you?”
Admit it.
“I don’t! I don’t want this! I never wanted this!” He felt something in him shatter, sobs heaving from his mouth, “I never wanted you to hurt me! I WANTED YOU TO LOVE ME!”
“I love you.” That voice was sultry and soft, caressing him as lovingly as her palm was, stroking his aching length up and down, “How many times do I have to tell you that?”
Tristan had to keep speaking, else he would lose himself and succumb to her embrace, “You-you don’t! You don’t lo-love-” He groaned, his hips jerking forward against her hand, losing his grasp on language. He hated the sounds he was making, like a beast.
Like a Monster.
That thought centered him, “This is not love…”
Her hand suddenly pulled away, making him release an unwanted whine. Long, wet lashes fluttered over his hazy blue eyes as he looked up at her.
He saw Hellfire flaring back at him, her lips contorted into a demonic snarl. Her hands reached out to his side, digging into the flesh. Her fingers burrowed beyond skin, into muscle, before peeling it up and dragging skin away from red, exposed, pulsing meat. He screamed, his eyes wide in disbelief, shock…
Pleasure.
He could feel it. Lust, blinding Lust almost made him lose himself all over the floor.
“Anyone else would be dead.” Ira glowered at him, her blood coated hand coming back to clamp around his most sensitive muscle, gripping it tightly to prevent his release, “Just a stain left on the floor. You insult me. You rage at me. You’re so fucking frustrating! I should just kill you.”
He moaned deeply, his hips disobeying him aching, rocking side to side, trying to get either freedom or more sensation, even has his torn side healed, deep, angry scar tissue forming over the exposed muscle. He sucked in his breath, before chuckling even as he was losing his mind, “Then why…why don’t you…?”
“Because I love you.”
Her hot fingers loosened their grip, returning to those long, aching strokes. He shook his head, panting as panic returned to him, “St-stop…stop…!”
She shook her head, wild curls fluttering over his burning skin, “I will never stop saying it. I will never let you go.”
Those words, more than the pleasure of her fingers embracing his swollen heat, more than her steel fingers leaving long, dripping welts down his back, dug into his mind. His heart pounded faster hearing them and he started to bite on his tongue.
Only for bloodied titanium clamps to grip onto the saliva covered muscle, nearly tugging it out of his mouth. He tried to pull his head back, to free his tongue, but she held firm, “Only I’m allowed to make you feel this way.”
He gasped when she finally released her grip on his tongue, the muscle dry and cold until he swirled it around his mouth. The tug distracted him from her promises, her claims of love. Yet It did little to distract from touches flickering over his sensitive skin. He closed his eyes, jolts of pleasure ripping through him, his body clenching, swollen with the need to release against his will, “St-stop-”
His breath was caught in his throat as her fingers moved away from him.
He blinked, his brow knotted tightly, his teeth clenched the cold air of the cell hit him, digging into him deeper than any of the needles embedded in his flesh. He should feel relieved.
Instead, he gazed at her with confusion, his jaw slack and his body aching.
Why did she…stop?
“It sounds like you had enough.” She ran her tongue against the roof of her mouth, a click echoing through his ears.
He bit his bottom lip, looking up at her fire-fueled eyes, “Why aren’t you- ”
“Touching you?” Ira tilted her head to the other side, a slight smirk on her face, “Sweetie, you wanted me to stop.”
His bottom lip trembled, cracking, “D-don’t do this to me…Don-don’t leave me like this.”
“You asked me to so many times though.” She looked into his hazy, stormy, ocean blue eyes, watching the current crash within them, “What do you want?” Her steel hand brushed against his cheek, causing him to flinch, but her human hand stayed relaxed on her knee, “What do you want me to do?”
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