Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
"Vinculum sanguinis, vinculum animarum."
(The bond of blood, the bond of souls.)
"Diabolus et Sponsa, una in aeternum."
(The Devil and his Bride, one for eternity.)
"Submittit corpus, submittit mentem, submittit animam."
(Submit the body, submit the mind, submit the soul.)
"Nostrum votum, inviolatum manet."
(Our vow remains unbroken.)
"Sponsa Diaboli, benedicta in obscurum."
(Bride of the Devil, blessed in darkness.)
It reverberated through the air, weaving around the bed, intertwining with our bodies. My grip tightened again on the handles, the connection to Clarice unmistakable, and I felt her presence, bound by my actions, by us.
Alexander’s rhythm intensified, the sound of our breaths mingling with the relentless chanting. His gaze bore into mine, unyielding, forcing me to focus solely on him, on this moment. The disciples’ chanting only grew louder, their words punctuating every thrust, every pull on the handles, until it was a symphony of control, submission, and power.
“That's it,” he encouraged me through clenched teeth, his lips brushing against mine, his movements relentless, deliberate. I was losing myself in the pleasure.
The moment Alexander's thrusts grew rougher, my body responded instinctively, a mixture of pleasure and pain swirling together as the chanting grew louder, more intense. It was as if the rhythm of our movements synchronized with the dark melody of the Every pull on the handles, every rise and fall of my hips, brought the chant to a fever pitch, echoing around us like a command from the dark gods themselves as blood rained down on our naked bodies,
"Sponsa nova, benedicta super omnes."
My breath hitched as Alexander pushed deeper, his grip tightening on my hips. "Eyes on me," he demanded, his voice a growl that sent shivers down my spine. An irrational wave of jealousy surged within me, burning hotter than the fire of the ceremony.
The blood was Clarice's—her pain, her punishment, her degradation. I knew it was necessary, but I didn’t like that she was part of this moment between him and me. His eyes stayed locked on mine, seeing everything.
Understanding my conflict, he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.
"She’s nothing," he promised, his voice thick with pleasure. "This blood only makes us stronger. Make her bleed, deliciae."
I bit my lip, my body responding to his words, arching into him despite the chaos swirling around us. He was right. Clarice’s suffering was nothing but fuel for the fire of our union, a final act of submission, a reminder that she was no longer relevant.
The chanting continued, growing louder, more feverish:
"Claricia tradita, Sponsa elevata."
My body shuddered, not just from the intensity of our connection, but from the power in the room—the power of being chosen, of being his. The sobs from the woman bound at the end of the bed became background noise, blending with the rhythm of the chanting and the sound of Alexander’s breath against my skin.
The violence of the moment, the roughness of his movements, the way my body responded despite everything—it was all too much.
As the blood continued to spill, a fire ignited within me. My eyes narrowed as I looked at her, bound and helpless on our bed. Clarice was nothing but a remnant of the past, a ghost clinging onto what should have only been mine. She had no place in this twisted ceremony that Alexander and I were participating in, this binding that would solidify our power and control.
I leaned in close to Alexander, my voice low and urgent. "Let me do it," I whispered, my fingers digging into his skin.
There was a flicker in his usually stoic eyes. He still wasn't one to easily relinquish control, but tonight he could see the hunger mirrored in my own eyes. He wanted to see me take charge, so with a low growl, he gave me permission.
The power shifted as I straddled him, feeling the firmness of his body beneath me. Without hesitation, I tightened my hold on the metal restraints that bound Clarice's limbs to the bedposts and sank down onto his cock with a moan. The handles were cool and heavy in my hands as I gripped them, pulling with all my strength. A sick satisfaction washed over me as I heard her choke and gasp on the other side of the bed. And then came the unmistakable sound of liquid hitting the ground, more blood spraying across our bodies.
Riding him harder and faster, I fed off the intense look in Alexander's eyes. That dark grin on his face was everything I needed. He felt so good inside me. The room was a whirlwind of passion and violence, the aroma of blood thick in the air. Alexander's stare was fixed on me, his eyes burning like molten gold as he watched me defile Clarice's body.
"You're mine now," I said to him, my voice hoarse from the exertion. "No one else will ever have you again."
He responded with a savage growl, flipping the dynamic with one fluid motion without pulling out of me. His touch was rough and brutal, and I loved it. He pounded into my pussy remorselessly.