Death’s New Pet: Love after Life
Death’s New Pet: Chapter 18

My sorting Beast tears into yet another soul as my tattoos throb and scream for the souls to be sorted. My whole body still trembles, and my erection won’t fucking go down no matter how much I try to distract myself. Why did the little bitch have to be so fucking irresistible?

“Third circle of Hell,” I snap as the soul in front of me explodes into millions of tiny red particles. My beast groans and punches through the particles to send them flying into the right realm. Then, another soul takes place, and I must sort it again.

The new mortal is in his mid-forties and stinks of cigars and cheap whisky. He trembles and cries when he locks eyes on my beast. I slump in my chair, eyeing up the bullet wound in his chest and the knife marks carved into his skin.

My beast plunges a talon through the man until his whole body explodes and his crimes are announced. Murder and gang wars. I let the beast torture the mortal for a bit longer, enjoying the way his eyes roll back in his head and he shrieks in agony. It doesn’t help my fucking erection either.

My eyes close and I revel in the gurgling and choking of the mortal as his lungs fill with his own blood. It takes me a while to figure out where he needs to be sorted, and even then, I’m stuck between two realms. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Fuck sake.

All I can focus on is that dirty little mortal that plagues my fantasies. I try my fucking hardest to block it all out, but my cock throbs and I’m blinded by lust that I can’t pay attention to the task at hand of sorting.

‘Fuck yourself, get it out of your system.’ The Beast coos.

Without even realising it, I unbuckle my trousers and push them down my legs. My large cock springs out and I fist it. It’s so wrong but it feels so fucking good. The howls of the tortured soul in front of me only increase my desire and I fuck my hand hard and fast.

My perverted thoughts turn the tortured soul’s moans into Prey Ten’s whimpers. I imagine it’s her being pulled apart and tortured until she’s screaming for mercy. However, she’s not in pain as I plunge my cock inside of the hole I cut out of her stomach, but in absolute pleasure.

She begs me for more and more until she is a writhing mess, cum staining her thighs, tears melting into her cheeks and eyes wide and frantic. She will take everything I give to her. She will beg for me to give her more pain because she knows it will be turned into unimaginable pleasure. I will fuck every part of her body that those cunts touched. She will bathe in my cum until it replaces every other man’s juices.

Oh fuck, I need her so bad. I want to fuck her hard until she cries.

I fuck my hand faster until I feel my release around the corner, but the thoughts alone don’t feel enough. It’s fucking wrong but I can’t help myself and before I know it, I find myself in the corner of her bedroom. It’s pitch black in here and she is fast asleep, tossing and turning as she is caught up in a nightmare.

My cock swells as I creep closer to her. Her little whimpers and moans have me grabbing my cock again and I’m so grateful for my night vision because her face contorts in fear and anger. Her fury pushes me far too close to the edge already. She is still wearing her jumpsuit, the same one from the last couple of days and she smells of sweat and body odour but it’s so fucking delicious. I want to lick it off her and replace it with my cum.

Something primal within me fucking hates that she is trapped in a nightmare where someone else is scaring her, but the pervert within me doesn’t wake her up. Instead, I revel in her discomfort, and I pretend that I’m causing it for her. And then suddenly, she tosses around so she’s lying on her back. She kicks the covers off as though they are weighing her down and throws her arms around. I’m so fucking close to that pleasurable edge.

And then I smell it… her desire. She fights something I cannot see before she grabs her tits as if to pry hands off them.

“Death!” she whimpers. I fucking seize up. Is she dreaming about me? What the actual fuc—

Her hand slips lower, down her torso and over her mound. I’m rock solid, frozen to the ground and not blinking. I need to see every fucking thing she is doing to herself.

Another whimper falls from her lips as she rubs her legs together for friction. Her hand tumbles to the side of the bed, forgetting its mission of giving herself pleasure. I can smell her desire increase as her hips slowly start to rock. Her eyes scrunch together, and she holds her breath. I want to scold her and make her gasp and release all the noises her body is desperate to give to me.

My hand jumps back to my cock and with one pump, I’m ready to squirt all over her. I chase my high and sink my fangs into my lower lip to hide the roar as I cum all over myself. I continue fucking myself, eyes burning onto the little mortal whilst she has a wet dream. No fuck that. It must be a wet nightmare if I’m involved.

My cum stains my hands and my clothes and I know I should leave now that I’ve shot my load whilst watching the little mortal but how the fuck can I walk away from this sight?

Before I can even register what I’m doing, I find myself scooping up my cum on my fingers and slipping between her legs. I wait for her to stir or wake up, but she doesn’t. Instead, my little whore rocks her hips back and forth on my fingers as I play with her clit. The little whimpers grow more frantic as she chases her high.

‘Holy fucking shit. She responds so well for us, Death. Fuck her. Now. Wake her up by jamming your cock down her throat and making her choke for us.’ The beast loses all sense of control as he howls perverse demands. I just about grip onto my sanity to stop myself from ruining her.

Instead, I begin moving my fingers in tight circles, catching her clit. I then rip at the material right where her hole is and slip a finger inside her sleeping pussy. She’s so fucking tight around me, trying to push me out of her.

I slide further in and continue my assault on her clit. Within seconds, I feel her body start to jolt around me as her hips thrust sloppier and more frantically. I force another finger inside of her and curl them, making her explode with her orgasm. The cry tears from her lip as the pleasure storms through her. I fuck her harder and faster, forcing her to ride out the high of her forced orgasm. Her body snaps in half and suddenly, she’s wide awake, gasping in shock.

However, before the little mortal can realise who or what is happening to her, I flash out of the room. With a dirty evil smirk, I leave her breathless after the most intense orgasm she has probably ever experienced. And I fucking pray that she’s feeling dirty and guilty for fantasizing over the man who desires her death.

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