Wicked God - S01 E52

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

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He didn’t touch her.

He never did.

She said he could only touch her br+asts, and he only touched the br+àsts, but she never said he couldn’t use his mouth, so he used the mouth effectively.

And even as he ate, he never touched any part of her body with his hands except her tits which he still kept squeezing on top of her chest.

“Mmmmm…..ffffuuu……kk.” She made that dick-hardening sound again, shamelessly letting it pour.

What’s even shame at this point?

Is it a money-giving word?

So far it wasn’t, she doesn’t even wanna get introduced.

Her stomach did the thing, and when she felt herself leaking in his mouth like a slut, she scratched the boat floor messily with her nails.

Despite how daringly hard the wood was, her nails dug into it.

“Fuckin’ urhh….” She moaned with curved brows, wet lips and twisted eyes. “Yes….yes…yes…uhhh…”

Her knuckles entered her mouth when she wanted something to vent on. She bit hard on those knuckles, giving them part of the pressure her body was receiving now.

Her p+ssy sang squelches again…. right into his mouth.

“Ahhh…ahhh…..damn whore!….mmmm”

The water felt like it was bending weakly under the weight of their obscenity. Even the wind took heat from them. It turned hot as it brushed their skins on that boat.

He didn’t use the tongue either. He only just ate without exploring further, and that was enough to set her off like a ticking bomb.

He knew she was a slut for cum.

He heard stories of how she never really came no matter how much Dread eaters ate her.

She even had a nickname last year—Dry Bitch. But now he was doubting it. Was she really dry?

It couldn’t be possible with this level of juiciness. He was familiar with the art of p+ssy, and he understood the reaction of female body to sex, so he could comfortably mark this as the wettest cuünt he ever came about.

What were those lies about her dryness? Unless it’s his own effect that got her like this. He wouldn’t put that past himself. He was special.

But he wasn’t using the tongue or touching the turn-on spots on her body, and she’s like this?

Bet she’d call him Daddy if he does all of those. He smirked into her cûnt, chasing her juices with his lips.

He didn’t stop one for another. As he sucked, he kept his hands up, rolling her n-pple rings on his fingers.

How could this bitch taste this good?
How could she smell this good too?

You shouldn’t taste your enemy’s cùnt, but here he was, sucking.

Maybe because it’s been long since he had anything close to sexual pleasure. Maybe because it’s been long since he had a p+ssy to his face.

Now he wants to sign on this one.

His hands left deep red imprints on her tits, and her body jerked when she felt it building again.

He sucked faster, helping her build the pressure and increasing the heat.

Pushing her to the edge.

To the edge.

The edge.

Edge….

Then, just when she was about to shatter completely, he stopped.

He lifted his head intentionally, leaving her cûnt trembling.

He saw the effects on her face when their eyes met. He saw the neediness and hunger…the desperateness.

He liked it.
Gawd. He did.

It was the first time he saw THE Skylar Vox looking helpless and needy and desperate.

Desperately in need to cum.

Of course he liked it. He liked the fact that he was the one who elicited this mood of hers and put her like this.

Damn. He could watch this all day.
He could laugh at her all day.

He never planned to make her cum.
No. He could remember telling her to suck his cóvk in that truck, but this proud bitch said she didn’t suck hoes.

Well..he doesn’t make hoes come.
He wouldn’t.

Though, she’s a squirter. Damn, she’s a tasty squirt, but he’s noble enough to forget about that at this point.

His pride matters.

He left her like that and just licked his ringed lips before letting go of her boobs too. He faced the sky again.

Skylar sat up. She didn’t ask questions. She simply pinned back her top and dragged down her skirt.

She stood and looked around. They were still in the middle of the river….far from the shore.

They must have been rowing too long without even knowing. She has to leave this boat no matter what.

She can’t stay here with this motherfucker anymore.

Sending her rage, El Crow stood to her, his smirk taunting.

“How does it feel to be dragged to the edge and left there?”

Skylar said nothing. She has to leave here or she’d kill this bastard and bury him in the riverbed.

But he wasn’t ready to stop.

“How’s your pussy doing?” He continued with a chuckle.

She sent a slicing punch to his face immediately. It rammed into his jaw and left a small cut there.

“I take back my admittance that you weren’t that bad. You’re still that intolerably scum.” She glared.

Instead of planning to punch her back, El Crow bursted into a really deep laughter which had him shooting his face up the sky.

Tonight might pass as his best night of the year, cos the fact that this rage in her eyes is because he wouldn’t let her cum? It was enough for him.

That reason was enough.

“You should know I always upset people too, and I wouldn’t wanna ruin my own records,” he said, face going blank. “Maybe if you take me in your mouth and suck, I can do you the favor of handling you till you see stars, and I’m not talking about the ones in the sky. I mean the one that comes with my tongue-work.”

Skylar’s hands shot forward. She pushed him hard.

His body lost balance, but he couldn’t go down alone. He pulled her clothe and she fell in the water with him.

The splash that came with their fall was loud, but that was nothing compared to what they experienced the moment they landed inside.

The water was like ice crushed into liquid form—freezing cold.

“What the…. why’s is damn cold?!” Skylar shouted as her pores got penetrated mercilessly.

El Crow tried to keep his head up as he looked around.

The boat is gone!

“Gone where?” He muttered, but then he remembered the bastard entity. “Shit! Did you watch me suck her too? I know you’re around, twat!”

“If I get a stupid chance to torture that punk, I swear that fire will stop burning for him!” Skylar spat. “Fuck….I’m freezing…”

They could swim, but that’d take hours, and they’d probably die swimming before they even get out.

El Crow stopped moving already. He looked like he was in deep thoughts even in the middle of their dilemma.

“Why the fuck are you silent?” She faced him, not feeling her fingers anymore. She was really freezing.

“You started this by pushing me, idiotic dumbass,” he responded.

“Well you shouldn’t have dragged me to the fucking edge like the foolish motherfucker that you are!” She snarled angrily again.

“We’re pushing blames now?” He hissed. “You’re a total bitch.”

“With pride.” She raised her shoulders in the water. “You dumbo.”

His rage was forming too, and as the hate began surging again, her chest began aching. She grabbed it.

“Fuck!”

In the freezing water, plus the heartache, she felt dead.

She stopped moving, but he didn’t care. He connected with his mind, and the Aftermoor dagger materialized in his hand.

The blue glow from it spread across the whole river, and the brighter it shone, the closer he got to the shore.

It was like the glow drove him to the shore, and he used it well.

This dagger wasn’t only for killing after all. It had another use.

In three short minutes, he arrived at the shore and dragged himself out.

He didn’t look back.

He just faced the first exit he saw and started leaving. He left completely.

But a minute later, he came back and jumped back into the river.

Using the dagger glow again, he found Skylar who was already sinking unconsciously.

He dragged her out with himself, taking her in a bridal style.

He set her down on the shore and wrote a long note on the sand for her before leaving her there.

Few minutes after he departed, her eyes opened slowly.

Seeing the starry sky, she sat up, getting on her feet and looking around as if searching for him.

She saw his sand note instead.

• The blind cleaning woman took you to Jethro’s House 24yrs ago. She used to work for Jethro, so she probably brought you from him. If you brought your phone to the river tonight, I’d assume you’re daft, and if you don’t have protection installed on your phone by now, you’re dafter. Jethro is Eden’s Master. If you wanna work together, leave strands of your hair on the riverside tree. I’ll check it up tomorrow and hit you.

Skylar used her feet to wipe away the note after reading, then she looked at the nearby tree intently.

She brought her phone out of her pocket. Wet from the water, but even before it got wet, it was useless cos she messed with the battery before she came here. She ruined it despite the fact that Quincy helped her install protection before she got married to Jethro. She couldn’t risk it.

She looked at the tree again, her countenance unreadable.

She heard a bubbling sound in the river, and she turned to face it again, but nothing was visible.

She went her way.

After she left, the entity surfaced on the river top.

Inferno.

Even inside the river, his fire still burned endlessly.

Now, he had the face of a woman—one of his numerous faces.

He watched them from the start, and needless to say, he was thrown off the grid. He couldn’t understand.

Why were they being intimate without Skylar dying.

This would be the second time.

How was she able to breach his Aftermoor rules?

He even tried to re-stir their hatred by making the boat vanish, but El Crow used the dagger to bring them to the shore. How was he able to?

Yeah, Aftermoor dagger is weaponed to only kill people for Inferno.

The dagger has a mind of it’s own, but if a really strong mind connects with it, it could change the dagger’s mind and alter it’s functions.

But to have a strong mind—strong enough to redirect the dagger, you have to be a special kind.

Who exactly is El Crow?

Inferno’s eyes looked deeply, angrily confused as he dipped himself back into the cold river.

Now he had a new mission—find out who El Crow really is.

If he’s strong enough to hide his identity from even him, then he’s one of a kind, and there can only be one one-of-a-kind in this world.

Inferno himself.

Another one like El Crow wouldn’t be allowed. He’d have to take him out.

He vanished with the water.

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