Abomination Contract Loving The Enemy - Chapter 63

Warning: Some mature content ahead

“Seije, ge-” Aware that the first thing he would try to do is talk to change the command I quickly put my hand over his mouth and smile down at him.

“No.” I say for the first time in front of him, feeling my throat sore as I try to get use to speaking little by little. “Punish you.” I complete, trying to use the words I’ve learned so far to pass the message.

I’m not your plaything, your pet, I’m a being you can only dream of controlling, I have a mind, wishes, and a very, very stubborn personality.

And I’m not bending down to you, to anyone, no matter what you do.

For the first time when I speak I see a micro reaction on his frozen face, a little twist of the eye, and that brings a smile to my lips. So you are not this cold glacial inside are you? How about we find out? I wonder for how long you can maintain this façade of yours…

Plus making you prove of your own venom is just way funnier..

He grabs my hand that covers his mouth with both of his hands but I don’t budge as, with my long tail, I bring something from the closet into reach, only to use the object to zip his mouth shut so I don’t need to keep using my hands to do so.

But of course the first thing he tries to do is take it off, so I push his hands up and lock them together in place, coiling my tail over his wrists and letting his arms straight up and sealed in place to keep my hands free.

Free to roam and do as they please.

I see anger flashing in his eyes, but I just smile at it. “No play now? Play you.” I say, even though I wasn’t sure if I’m using these words right, but I keep trying to anyway.

He tries to force his way out but I only coil my tail tighter, and with my body over his waist his legs cannot reach me.

When I see his neck exposed by my abrupt throw I start repaying his favor of grabbing me forcibly by going down and start biting his skin up only enough to redden it a bit, taking in his smell deeply before reaching out with my tongue, my heart racing as I’m able to have a taste of him once more just to be reminded about the kind of taste that could drive me mad, that made me think back in the day that killing him in one swift blow was a waste, the type of amazing flavor that made me go out of my way to get to only for the chance to have another sip.

The grip of my tail hardens.

I end up sucking his skin eagerly, leaving marks all over that soon disappear on his skin and a few moments later from my own, and still I try going further down towards the junction with the shoulders here a tick arterial vein pulsated underneath.

I only part with his skin when I have to breathe, my hot breath against him, and with a little smile I notice that his heart has accelerated a bit too, even if his face hasn’t changed beyond that angry look.

Hard on the fall I see, but you did not intend to stop with just this with me did you? Plus I want to test how far I need to go before that mask of yours crumble…

If my tail was free it would be happily coiling and swinging midair by now.

Licking my lips for more of his taste I know where I can get more of his scent, and almost driven by an insane desire I go down under his protests, clawed hands tracing the cloth that stood between us, no resistance given when I cut them open to reach his ripped abs underneath.

Soft white skin still smeared with his dry blood.

I don’t think twice before going down to it, and as clumsy as frantic I hungrily suck and lick his skin clean, holding his hips in place as to not let him move out of my attacks, starting with his hard stomach and bellybutton to make rounds around, lower and lower, too eager to dry him all out.

And yet even when I reach the soft spots that makes him take in air a little too fast I’m left unsatisfied, and aware that I cannot break skin to have that warm red liquid flowing once more only increases my distress further.

His taste, his smell, it drives me nuts, it clouds my thoughts and makes my heart race as a tickling sensation zips zaps at my back and takes root all over my body.

I want more of him, I want it all.

And as I take his smell and the warmth of his body I get to a place where I know can get more of him inside me, eyes red from hunger.

I’m so eager to do so that I end up moving downwards a little to have a better angle and be able to reach his lower parts, smiling when I can smell a musky odor coming from below and a little bulge from his half hard member pressing against the cloth that lets me know that he enjoys being teased, his body seems to be far more…honest than that marble face of his.

His words are muffled but they wouldn’t have reached my ears anyway, so entranced that I’m with his intoxicating smell, and his taste is just…

And yet is not enough, I don’t really know why but I won’t be satisfied with this haft hard member, I want him fully up, I need him ready for more, I need to make him feel even more, to break him up for me just like he thought he could do to me.

But in the end all resume to me wanting all of him.

Yes, it downs me… I did not just want a feast, I never cared for the other meals walking about, from the day I meet him I could only be driven this mad by his smell, only his taste will truly satisfy me.

And yet the more I get from him, the more I’m left wanting more, so much more.

Conversely I guess we have different opinions about the subject for while I’m entranced by his being he manages to twist us to the side and hit me with his knee right at my own half hard lower parts.

And that’s when I learn that it feels just as bad as the markings burning along my skin to have that place hit.

Ouch, ugh, yup, duly noted, protect my balls with my life from now on, ugh.

I fall down to the ground while growling in pain when he frees himself and stands up, covering his lower parts in between, but as I recover from his attack, waiting for other to come, he simply walks over me and towards the door, and if I did not know better I would think he was running away from me.

“Seiji, ‘stay here’!” For the first time I hear a little fierceness in his voice, but before I can watch my work first hand and see what type of expression he has on his face he is already gone, leaving me locked up in that room with his new command.

And yet I wasn’t mad, I could not be, because I just found out something really fun to kill some time with while having this humanoid form of mine, something that makes me laugh out loud alone in his room while enjoying my new type of hunt; well, laughing and grunting in pain as my hurt balls are pulled with the movement, ouch ouch.

What a thing what a thing… Thanks for the meal, Asher Murray, hope I can have a taste of you again soon…