EroticReverie

Butcher 

I slide my fingers out of her and grab her hips and lift her slightly as I push her down. From my stomach, to right over my cock. 

“Butcher” she whimpers. 

God. That voice. That face. Her body. 

“That what you want Mouse, hmm?” I ask as I push and pull her hips gently as she bucks them, her body trying to control her own movements, her wet little pussy begging for friction. I give it to her. But I give it to her slowly. Seeing how much she wants it, drives me fucking crazy. So I tease her. Just like she’s been teasing me ever since she applied with her friends to come to Devils Hallow. 

“Please” she cries. But i know she’s pleading for something else, not my cock, but my face. 

“Shhhh” I hush her softly and then reaches down and one hand between us. She lifts with a whimper. 

“Butcher, please” she whimpers.  It’s the softest, cutest sound I’ve ever head. The sound of her begging making my cock leak precum against her cunt as I push the head of my cock against her. 

“Sit on it ,Mouse” I groan. Fighting the urge to thrust up into her and just take her. Fighting the urge to bury myself inside the absolute perfection of her tight cunt. 

“Butcher” she whines again. 

“Shhhh, do as your told Love” I say and watch her mouth part. Watch her teeth then claim her lower lip with a strangled little whimper. She wants to argue. I know she does. But she knows where she belongs. Who she belongs to. She knows her no longer virgin pussy wants more of the man that took it from her. 

I watch and smile behind the mask as her weight drops down slowly. My smile morphing into ecstasy behind the mask as I feel her bare cunt envelop me. Just the tip. Then her little gasp. Her weight moving up and then back down to take a bit more. I groan and my eyes roll. How could anyone be this perfect? 

“Put your little cunt on my cock, Mouse” I groan and she gasps and keeps working herself. I watch the little changes in her face. The way she reacts as she lets me stretch her again, bit by bit.

“Fuck, your little pussy was made for my cock” I groan and she whimpers. Her hands pushing into my chest as she braces herself and fucks the top half of my cock. I can feel the piercings catch on the tightness of her, the way they roll against her wet walls. 

“Fuck me Mouse, god damn, fuck me you perfect little thing” I groan and she moans. Her breath gasping and crying softly as she bites her lip and stares at me. Her eyes on the mask. Her pretty little eyes silently pleading with me. 

“That’s it love” I groan and she lets out another cry as she goes down further, her tight cunt taking me as deep as I can fit inside of her comfortably. I steal a bit more. My hand ls pushing down on her hips. Letting the tip of my dick kiss her deep in her incredible cunt. The little surprised and slightly pained yelp as I force that extra bit in has me nearly busting. 

“Harder Mouse, fuck me harder” I grunt. Because I was grabbing her fucking hips so hard as I try not to pound into her. 

“I can’t” she cries. “Youre too fucking big”

I groan and reach down and I grip the base of my cock like I did earlier. 

“Go on, give me your pussy Mouse, ride that fucking dick for me” I groan as she bites her lip and starts to ride. Her face still flashing from one adorable look to the next. 

I grin behind my mask as her hair bounces right along with her small tits. I grin as I feel how fucking wet she’s getting. Beyond wet. Her arousal dripping on my cock and into my hand where I keep a barrier for her, so she can’t take too much in. 

“Look at you, fuckin look at you” I groan and she pants and then is moving faster. Her pussy hitting the side of my hand and I groan as I let it slide down further, moving it a little to feel just the slightest bit more of her. 

“Butcher” she moans and I grunt as she stops, panting and cursing her pretty little mouth off as she grinds. Holding half my cock inside her as she rocks back and forth. 

“Lift that fucking cunt up” I groan and she trembles and does as she’s told and pull out and rub my cock through her pussy lips and watch her arms shake and her entire body shiver as she moans and rolls her eyes back as her mouth parts. I play with her clit. Pushing my cock back and forth on it.

“You like that pierced dick don’t you?” I groan and she nods making me groan even deeper and louder. 

“Your precious little cunt loves that big bad cock doesn’t it mouse?” I growl and she lets out a cry. I smirk. Because she may be inexperienced and have innocence in some ways, but Jinx was a dirty little bitch deep down. I knew it by the way she reacted to me talking dirtier to her. 

“Yeah, my pretty little Mouse, and her pretty little fuckin pussy just love that fucking devil dick, don’t they Love?” I groan and slide it back down and I groan as she cries out a little “uh huh” as she sinks back down and I still keep my hand there. 

“Yeah, you like big dicks that can break your little cunt?” 

“Butcher” she gasps. 

“Shut up, god, shut your fucking mouth before I hurt your pussy” I warn her. 

She whimpers and keeps riding my dick. 

“Faster.” I growl. 

She does as I say and I fucking love it. I love watching her. Listening to her. Commanding her and having her obey me. 

“Harder ,You pretty little virgin” I grunt. 

Didn’t matter that I’d already taken it from her. She was still a fucking virgin to me. Because I’d yet to truly fuck her. She’d remain a virgin till I was able to break deep into her pussy and make her pretty little eyes fill with tears. She was a virgin till the pain of my cock claiming her outweighed the pleasure. 

“That’s it, fuckin ride me, ride that fucking dick pretty little mouse” I grunt and she cries out and I grin as I watch her cum. 

My hand moves as she comes down and she screams as she impales herself on my cock. 

My hands grab her waist and I pull her up and then back down as I thrust up into her. Burying myself hard and deep and she screams as tears fill her eyes and she collapses over me. 

“Butcher!” She cries as I hold her , wrapping my arms around her and slowing my thrusts. But still making them deep, taking her hard. 

“I’m going to keep you” I groan. 

“On my fucking dick, forever” I breathe hard. 

“Youre hurting me” she cries.

“Shhh” I hush her and thrust even harder and she screams again. 

“Pumpkin!” She screams and I groan as I keep thrusting. 

“P-pumpkin!” She shouts the safe word again through her tears and I groan as I slow. She’s shaking over me. And I hold her tightly as she tries to push off me. 

“Let go” she cries. 

“No” I exhale as my hips keep moving. They’re shallow thrusts , her pussy clenching as she cries. 

“Let go” she squirms and keeps trying to leave my arms. 

“Fuck you, let me go butcher!” She sobs and I don’t. I hold her to me, my cock slipping in and out of her as I groan and cum inside of her. 

My hips jerking as I fill her again, her tears falling on my chest as I hold her and she curses at me. 

“Mmm” I hum. My cock pulsing the last drops of cum inside of her and my arms relax and slip away from her. 

“Fuck you” she says as she pushes off me and rolls over and sits up and I lay there. Just for a moment before I swing my arm around her and pull her back to me. 

“No!” She yells as she fights me , her hands trying to push my arm off her. 

“Get off me!” She screams and I pull her to me and yank her tightly against me.

“Pumpkin!” She argues as she squirms and I know I shouldn’t have been rough. Doesn’t matter that it was only for a handful of seconds. It’d been selfish of me. 

“Keep throwing that word around and I’ll gag you Mouse” I say into her hair and she growls. 

“You promised!” She argues. 

“Do you want to take my mask off?” I ask. Her thrashing little body goes still. I can hear her little heart thumping. 

It wasn’t fair to distract her from why she was angry. But it was all I had to offer her to calm her the fuck down. 

“You know I do.” She breathes. 

“You sure?” I ask. 

Because. Was I what she really wanted? I somehow doubted that. I wish I was what she wanted. Truly wanted. But I also knew this would most likely end up just a crazy weekend for her. Where she lost her virginity to some crazy man in a mask. Would she want me after the mask came off? After the mystery and thrill of not knowing was over? I doubt it. 

“Because if I take it off….that makes it real Jinx.” I say into her hair. 

“The game is over….and I think….you like the game.” I say and she just breathes and doesn’t speak. 

“Do you want to see my face? Or do you want to keep playing with me mouse?” I whisper. 

“You might ruin the fantasy of what you already have pictured. Once it comes off, you might regret it” I say quietly. She whimpers just as quietly. 

“Think about it, is that what you really want, to ruin the little game we’re playing?” I ask. 

“So I’m a game to you” she says and I shake my head.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” I say. 

“I don’t know anything.” She says and the shifts and I let her turn to face me. Her eyes going right to the mask. 

“Go ahead.” I say. “I won’t stop you. Take it off. If that’s what you want.” 

Her fingers reach up and I close my eyes. 

I feel her fingers move over the outside of the mask. 

“Will you be mad at me?” She asks and my eyes open and I look at her. Her eyebrows etched inward with worry. 

“No.” I say gently. 

“Disappointed?” She asks. 

“Maybe a little.” I say honestly and her hand goes from my mask to my chest and I exhale. 

“I don’t want to disappoint you.” She says softly in her tiny voice. My heart thundering under hand. 

“If I keep my eyes shut. Can I touch your face?” She asks and I smile. 

“Sure.” I say and find the idea of her using her fingertips to see me absolutely adorable. 

“Okay.” She says and closes her eyes.  

I pull off the mask. My heart pounding and she gasps softly. Because she knows all she has to do is open her eyes and because she can feel my breath hit her face as I exhale. 

Her hands lift to my face and her eyes soften. They relax as her curious fingertips graze over my jaw line. Across stubble. Then over my cheeks. 

My eyes on her perfect face. Wondering t if she’ll open her eyes , wondering if she’ll become too curious. 

Her one hand stays on my cheek. Her hand slipping to lay flat against the side of my face as her other hand slides to my mouth. I part my lips slightly as her fingertips trace my mouth. 

“Jinx.” I say softly, because I’ve never been touched the way she’s touching me. So soft and gentle. So fucking sweet. 

“Shh” she hushes me softly and I breathe harder.  My cock going stuff again at the intimacy of her touch. Her fingers float to my nose and gently sweep over my eyes as I close them. Her hand slides over my forehead and her fingers push through my hair.

“Kiss me Butcher” she breathes and I open my eyes. Half expecting to find hers open. But they’re still closed. Her angelic face waiting patiently , her lashes kissing her cute cheeks and her mouth parted softly. 

“Please” she exhales. 

I wasn’t sure if it mattered anymore what she wanted when the weekend was over. I didn’t want to let her go before. But now? I couldn’t. 

I bring my mouth to hers and her lips press to mine , her hands still on my face. 

The kiss is slow. Unhurried. Even as the tension skyrockets between us, we take soft pecks, gentle pushes of our mouths on one another’s , stealing each others breaths and her soft tongue caressing my mouth as mine reaches out to meet it. Mouths open, searching each others lips and mouths. Tasting one another as I groan softly and she moans.

She’s moving her mouth to the side of mine. I swallow hard as I feel her hands still on my face. Her eyes are still closed when I open mine and watch her as she brushes her lips all over my face. Across my jaw. My cheek. Kissing my nose and I smile softly as my heart feels likes it’s being ripped out by her sweet little hands. It’s hers. Every fucking bit of it. 

She kisses my eyelids as I close them. The sensitive skin stimulated with the words softest little kisses.  

I slide my hand to her waist and let her keep going. Never stop. Never stop , I want to beg her. 

“I’ll play the game with you. For now.” She says and I inhale. 

“But , before I leave, I want to see you” she says.

“Stay here with me.” I say and she dips her chin down and tucked her head under my chin and settles into my arms as I wrap them around her. 

“I…don’t know if that’s what I want.” She says and my heart crumbles. 

“What if I tie you to the bed?” I ask , trying not to fucking fall apart. I wouldn’t make her feel guilty. If she stayed, I wanted it to be because she wanted to. Because she needed me. 

“Again, that’s kidnapping” she says and I smile softy and I swallow the lump in my throat. 

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” I say. Meaning it. Knowing an apology doesn’t make up for it. 

“I know you are.” She says softly. She nudges her head against my chin and then presses a kiss to my neck. 

“Don’t do it again.” She says. 

“I can’t promise I won’t” I say honestly. Because something about her didn’t allow me the control I wanted to have with her. 

“Hm” she hums. “At least you’re honest I guess” 

Maybe I’m not made for her. I just want to be. Because I want to love her as well as hurt her. 

“Youre so fucking beautiful when you cry” I say softly and she just lays there. 

“I like hurting you. But not when you don’t enjoy it. And I know you don’t enjoy it. I’m used to hurting girls who like it. But, they never deserved it like you do. I want to hurt you, because it makes me feel closer to you. Being deep inside of you…making you cry…I want that. I love it. I need it. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to not want to hurt you in some way. But; I want you to want it. I want you to give yourself to me however I choose. Because I want all of you to belong to me.” I say. Trying to put it into words. That my urge to hurt her specifically , had nothing to do with me being a monster. 

“I don’t like pain.” She says softly. 

“I know.” I answer and she swallows. 

We don’t say anything else. Is that it? We’ve just decided what happens tomorrow when she leaves? That were not compatible for anything other than this weekend? 

I feel a warm drop on my chest. I close my eyes when I realize she’s crying. I don’t say anything. I couldn’t ask her to suffer for me. 

“I want to see you tomorrow. Before I leave.” Her little voice cracks. 

“Okay.” I answer and my heart twists. 

I lift my hand and hold her head to my chest. 

I let her fall asleep. 

A few hours later. I slip out of bed. Put on my mask. Leaving her there and going to the kitchen. Making her food when she wakes. 

“What are you doing?” Necro asks when he sees me crushing pills. 

I ignore him. And mix them into her food. 

“Fuck off.” I grumble and my nostril flares as she gives me a judgey look. 

I carry the food back upstairs and find her asleep still. 

I set the food down. 

Laying on my side. Watching her sleep. My jaw clenching. Because she could leave. If that’s what she wanted. If I wasn’t what she needed. 

But I’d make sure she’d always be mine, and that she’d never forget me. 

I call the rest of the devils through my comms and tell them the game is done. To find the others. To end it early and make them wait for Jinx. 

She wakes up. Doesn’t say too much and neither do I. I feed her and watch as she finishes it all. 

She asks me about her friends. I tell her the truth. That I’ve called off the game. Was letting them all leave early. Her lower lip trembles but she doesn’t argue. Doesn’t ask why. Because she knows why. 

Because I can’t keep her here. Her eyes grow heavier. And within another fifteen minutes she’s swaying side to side as she sits on the bed. 

“I feel funny” she says and I say nothing as I gently hold her and let her collapse to the side. 

I roll her onto her back. And reach to my back pocket. And pull out my knife. 

I’m careful. Slow. My hand lower on her hip as I delicately work the blade across her skin. Just like I told her I wanted to. Her body still and her breathing uninterrupted. 

I drag my tongue over the letters. Tasting her blood as I feel the small cuts against my tongue. I trace them with the tip of my tongue. Spelling it again across her skin as I taste her life on my tongue. 

B. 

U. 

T. 

C. 

H. 

E. 

R. 

-the end… of part one-