Wicked God - S01 E89

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 89

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Hearing the severity of her scream, El Crow pulled away, slowly dragging himself out of her warmth.

His cóvk rested against her lower stomach, throbbing.

Her nostrils blew hot air at his face as her ankles strained against his waist, eyes kissing greedily like mouths.

“Are you fine?” He whispered, kissing her on her nose tip.

The rain thrums on the roof was so loud it drowned his voice, nearly, but his mouth was right in front of her face. She caught every word.

“I’m fine,” she smiled, tracing her pointer on his navel. “Just…it’s my first time. Of course I feel a little pain, but I like the pain. Why do you care?”

“I’ve never cared,” he confessed. “About every other bitch I fucked my by bedroom window. Their tears made me want to go harder, but you’re not just any bitch…”

“And that’s why you should fuck me like I’m not just any bitch,” she caressed his waist with her calves. “Go deep…I want it to threaten my life and undo me.”

“Bet.” He smiled, pretending like he wanted to kiss her again, but their lips missed, and instead, his length went sliding back into her heat.

Friction returned. Fullness was restored. Emptiness flooded off with her squeezing juices, following the roughness of his thrusts.

Her back scrapped the ring ground, and her arms eventually fell off his back, going down to lay flat.

His fingers interlocked with hers, and he pressed them down in a lock, her panty snapping tighter around his wrist as his veins bulged.

The bones around his hips and arse came together in a bunch, hardening as he pressed himself harder into her, his toes sliding off the floor surface.

Her breàsts danced in harmony between them, and the water from their skins formed sweat prints on the floor under them as he slammed himself into her again.

She recoiled, back arching.

“Bray…Nnnhh!!”

Another slam.

“Ffffuu..mm…” Her voice followed a tune her ears doesn’t even recognize, and her back shifted on the floor when he lifted one of her legs and pulled out. He slapped her p++sy with his c+vk twice, splashing wetness to their faces before inserting again.

“Fûckkk…” She sounded delirious, back arching off the floor again..

He caught her lips inside his mouth, kissing her like her mouth was everything that mattered now, nearly tearing her throat with his tongue.

She removed her hand from his lock and held on to the ring ropes, but his next thrust invaded her belly flesh, and her sight actually blurred.

“Ah….nnn..”

His hand held her neck down, and he fucked her rawer, driving her father than the edge and knocking her over to the stars, hitting the spot.

“Yess!” She bit herself deeply on the lower lip, sliding her fingers between them and rubbing her clit as his thrusts turned intentionally sick.

Her back moved to another spot again, and her p++sy ached for more which he didn’t hesitate to give when her nails pierced his back, drawing unrecognizable maps on his skin.

He bled, but as he felt the blood crawled around his back, he gave her nipple a bite which sent electric jolts to her core, punishing her.

“Ooommm!” Her neck turned red between his palm. Sweet heat washed over her sensitive body like tornado.

It claimed her sanity like crashing waves and hypnotized her mind, pushing her to get attuned.

She craved more taste, and as if he knew where exactly he wanted it, he doubled the penetration.

His cock was still stuck inside her when he inserted his fingers in her arsehole, double fuckin.

That was her peak.

“Bray…hhh…”

“Hnngg!…yes! Yes!”

“Yes! Kill me…”

“Yes!! Oh…fuckk! I’m going to kill you if you stop! Ahhh…ahhh….ahhhh!!!”

Her body lost all guards.
She fell, screaming as both penetration met in the middle.

Her eyes rolled till the end, and her soul stopped soaring for a fleeting second before her body crashed.

The orgasm was poisonous.

Her p-+sy gave him everything, watering his length till his cap turned a deep shade of reddish pink.

She was too hot.

She broke deliriously, shattering on his cóvk and spraying everywhere with the hot squirt which flowed out of her in two streams, to his face.

The first stream wet his face, but his mouth was already on her hole before the second stream.

Down his throat, he took everything, drinking while caressing her tattoo.

And him? He shot his cum on that toned tummy of hers, intentionally.

Their breaths crashed, too.

He expected her to get up and start dressing up just like she does immediately after every intimacy they had, but she didn’t.

She remained there, feeling sleepy.

He tapped her cheek. “Are you seriously gonna sleep?”

“Sei irritante, Bray,” she whispered in Italian with a tired smirk.

(Meaning: You’re so annoying, Bray)

“You were screaming my name just some minutes ago,” he teased.

She pushed his head back, but he slung it forward, resting the head on her breasts softly, staring at her.

It’s still raining, hard. The air from the weather kissed their freshly-fucked skins, setting them off till they could taste their desires.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“The excellent part of good.” She opened her eyes wider.

“What does that even mean?” He touched her right brow. “Your brows are abnormally thick.”

“I have much hair, naturally. And before you ask how my p8ssy is so clean, I shave weekly.” She chuckled.

“I didn’t ask that!” He laughed.

“I wanted to tell you. Don’t be silly..” she chuckled again, and silence hung between them like air.

Nothing was spoken, just the smell of sex surrounding them. The scent of squirt and cum. The scent of each other, and the aftermath of it glistening evidently on their skins.

He brought his lips to her navel ring, sucking while making sure their eyes are still tightly locked.

Skylar watched with open mouth and a little noticeable smile.

Her stomach rumbled, lowly.

He lifted himself. “Hunger?”

“Seems like it.” She tilted up too.

“There’s a kitchen in the truck, but I don’t remember the last time I restocked. Maybe I’ll do that at daybreak, but right now…”

“Right now what?” She lifted her brows questioningly.

“Trust me.” He stood and put on his pants and shoes.

Skylar put on her shorts too.
Since her singlet is ripped, he took his shirt and wore it.

He became shirtless, but he didn’t seem to mind as he held her hand, taking her out of the building.

Back into the rain.

But this time, she changed the formation. She did the pulling while he followed as they ran deep into the city in that heavy rain.

No passerbys. No people around. Otherwise, they’d have classified it as madness seeing two grown arse adults running around in the rain.

But it’s just the two of them right now, in the world…no one else.

They arrived at a 24hrs restaurant after they ran for like half an hour.

They waited in front of the building for the water to drip off their clothes for a while, then they entered.

Immediately they made their entry, the only female server inside couldn’t close her mouth or function.

El Crow is still shirtless, and her greedy eyes refused to leave his beautiful tattoed skin and rare eyes till he got to the chefs with Skylar.

“Toasted bread,” Skylar said.

“We don’t serve that here,” the female server said. “We serve real meals.”

“Why did you put WE SERVE ALL MEALS upfront if you guys don’t serve toasted bread?” Skylar scoffed.

“Toasted bread is not part of the all meals we mentioned,” the server insisted, obviously intentional.

“How much do you want?” El Crow asked. He brought his wallet out of his pocket and nearly removed his ARDEN black card, but he quickly tucked it back and pulled out his second black card. He dropped it on the table. “I’ll pay whatever. Just make her some toasted bread.”

“No.” Skylar pushed his card to a side. “I’ll pay for my meal. You don’t ha—”

“Toasted bread?” El Crow cut in, facing the male servers.

He gave them his card. “Make it fast, and make it two portions. Add cocoa drink to it.” He faced Skylar.

“I’ll take cola.” She said.

“You heard that.” He faced the male. “We’re doing takeouts.”

“On it sir!” He nodded and moved to the kitchen to start making it.

Skylar and El Crow waited by that stand, not bothering to sit.

“Pay for your own meal?” He smirked. “You’re funny.”

“You didn’t say anything foul today, doesn’t mean you wouldn’t say something foul tommorow. I don’t want you mocking me…”

“I’d never mock you because I payed for your food.” He glared.

“But you mocked me for being homeless. Skylar Homeless Vox, that’s what you called me,” she said.

“You were being annoying. I had to hit where it hurt,” he replied.

“Good. And tommorow if I act slightly annoying, you’ll be like …. Skylar Homeless Foodless Vox.” She rolled her eyes to the side.

“Skylaar.” He slid his hand into her right hand, caressing her fingers with his thumb pad. “I don’t like arguing with anyone if it’s not you, and yeah, we’ve hurt each other with words in the past, but I’ll never say anything mocking to you about your unfound family situation again. I swear.”

Skylar couldn’t blink. She received a brain thud, and her eyes stared at his coloured eyes till she lost sense of time and everyone around.

El Crow stared right back, hand refusing to leave hers.

“Takeouts ready!” The male came back with the package.

While the second one processed the payment, Skylar saw the female server entering a side door.

She excused herself from El Crow’s side and went through that door too.

Two minutes later, she came back and left the restaurant with El Crow.

But he was smart enough to see the bloodstains on her fingers.

“What did you do to her?”

“I stabbed her neck with a fork and made sure she stopped breathing before I left her. She was being a bitch to me for no damn reason,” she responded with another eye roll.

“You’re exceptional.” He chuckled.

She tried not to smile, but she did while fiddling with her wet hair.

Then, their race back to the woods began. It took close to thirty-five minutes before they arrived.

It was already nearing dawn, and they instantly got rid of their wet clothes into the truck bowl.

They soaked them together.

From the truck wardrobe, El Crow got them new dry clothes.

She wore his hoodie while he wore a knitted sweater.

They unpacked their foods and sat on the truck mat, eating.

“When you find your family, what’s the first thing you plan on doing?” He asked out of the blues.

She chewed the toast in her mouth, and her face brightened as she talked… “Initially, I thought of punishing them for letting Jethro take me, but after seeing what Jethro is capable of, I changed my plans. Now, whenever I see my parents, I want to give them my first front hug ever ..”

El Crow took a bite too.

“I took your first and second back hugs. That counts for me.”

“Don’t be arrogant,” she threw a lettuce slice at him.

He took it and ate, then drank his cocoa modestly.

“But .. I love back hugs,” she confessed.

He looked up.

“Back hugs is what I’ll allow from someone I trust most, and…”

“And what?” He probed.

“Forget it.” She ate her last toast bite and lay down on the carpet.

“The bed is available. I’m not taking the bed,” he informed.

“Why? Cos of your nightmares?” She frowned a bit.

No answer, so she got up from the carpet and gave him an hand.

He looked at her.

“If I’m going to sleep on your bed, you’re sleeping with me,” she said.

He looked at her hand again before taking it, and she pulled him up.

Together, they climbed the bed. Though, there’s space between.

It’s a large truck bed, so the space is very obvious. They used different duvet too as if they’re not the ones who just fucked each other hard few hours ago in a unknown ring.

But none could close their eyes.
That logic was nothing close to helpful. They kept taking turns to turn around on that bad.

None has shared a bed with anyone before. The only time El Crow tried it with Bellatrix was when he woke with a scream in the middle of the night. He hadn’t tried it again after.

And Skylar simply had always been a lone bed owner since forever. Her sharp eyes kept glossing with the bright bedside lamp.

The quiet became stupidly awkward, louder than any silence…till El Crow frustratingly threw his duvet away.

He slipped under Skylar’s duvet, his hand curling around her skin and diving under her hoodie.

“Took you long enough,” she whispered as she turned around to face him, lip under her teeth.

He went beneath, and his mouth embraced her pointing nipples.

She covered them both with the duvet as his fingers made their ways between her legs, cupping her.

The bedstand shook, and the truck lamp went off immediately his d1ck rammed hard into her watery center again, filling her up.

“Hmm…” Her breaths hung, trenor penetrating. “Mmng! ….. Mmmmm…”

He climbed over her, and her two hands went to his arse, caressing and spanking and pushing him deeper as he fucked her under the duvet.

Hard. Deep. Raw.

“Goddamn… I don’t want to stop…” He rasped, losing control, shredding limits, his d1ck slashing her.

“I don’t want to….fûck…. you’re so damn…ugh!…uhhh…”

His moans were too raspy, voice tethering between knot and thirst that won’t ever be satisfied.

“Don’ttt,” She cried, squeezing greedily around him.

“Oummm!”

The juiciness turned unbearable.

Their liquids broke and wet the sheets again, streaming down.

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[Daybreak – Cage of Shame]

Rosita didn’t look alive. She’s been here since the Armies tossed her inside. She didn’t sit down.

Her palms have been wrapped around the cell metals since arrival, and the palm lines might just peel with the cell if she held any longer.

The rain from last night started and stopped all on her head, but she tried to minimize her sufferings and promised herself she’d never shake.

Her mind hadn’t left the clinic at all. She couldn’t stop thinking about Blade and what might have happened to him, and how he’s coping.

That earless and noseless Blade he saw in the ring didn’t look like he was gonna to make it out alive.

But there’s no way to confirm it. She could only stay here helplessly and await what’s to come.

She could fight the cold and shakiness, but the one thing she lost control over was her tears.

She has been crying profusely since she landed here, knowing there’s no escape unless her mother decides to have mercy, but Satan and mercy have never dwelled in the same sentence. She rested her forehead against the cell with a slam.

Another spit of cold saliva landed on her skin, but she didn’t budge.

That only means the day is starting again. Another humiliation.

Satan said she was going to hire people to spit on her. That wasn’t a lie cos people have been spitting on her since she entered this cell.

They toss the saliva with their tongues, and it lands on her skin, reminding her of her bad luck.

She remembered when Skylar was locked in here and she sat on top of a nearby tree to watch as Roselle and Roy tried to attack her.

Who knew she’d land here too?
She felt bitter even in the lungs as she felt another saliva spit on her leg.

She looked down, witnessing the saliva sliding down, then she looked back up at the people spitting.

That was a mistake, cos like three of them spat on her face.

“Stop!!!” She yelled.

But that became their fuel to do more. One picked a stone and tossed it at her forehead.

The head nearly split, and they all burst into jeering laughter.

Rosita pounded her own wounded head against the cell, then her fists and her knees and body.

Her blood dripped.

The laughter from the rogues stopped. They stared at her sudden display with nothing but disdain.

“I want to see Blade!!!” Rosita yelled, slamming herself against the cell devastatingly again. “I want to…”

“I see you’re far from repentance,” Satan’s voice said as she climbed out of her car with midnight on the road.

The rogues stepped aside, making way for them to climb the pavement.

They stood outside the cell, staring at Rosita like a bloody sinner.

Saliva of the rogues mixed with her blood and tears on her face.

“Please…” She muttered.

“You’ll continue projecting disgrace to us, won’t you?” Midnight said. “As a member of the Osborne family who went against the rules, you should be banished from the city to a dessert in Alaska or Sri Lanka for the rest of your life, but you got Cage of Shame, and you’re still unrepentant?”

“I’ll infiltrate that clinic and remove Blade’s life support at this rate,” Satan spoke effortlessly.

Rosita’s expression caved, and her lips formed a curve.

“You. Do. Not. Dare! Why are you so interested in ruining my life when your favorite daughter Roselle was crushing on El Crow when she was still fuckin alive!!”

“You said?” Satan frowned.

“Roselle Osborne, my stupid, whoring, dumb late twin sister was crushing hard on El Crow!!” Rosita yelled. “Roy is aware. I and the Adam siblings saw Roy consoling Roselle about El Crow in the storeroom! She was crying because Skylar told her she gave El Crow a handjob!!”

“You’ll even lie your way out of this?” Midnight laughed. “Roselle hated El Crow the most in the team.”

“Lies!!!!” Rosita screamed, slamming herself on the cell again. “Lies!! Lies!!, and more fuckin’ lies!!! Roselle was insanely in love with El Crow! Even Skylar is aware!!”

“You do know if this is investigated and found out to be fake, you’ll definitely be exiled to the dessert,” Satan muttered wickedly.

“Roy is crazy about Roselle, he will want to protect Roselle even after her death, and he won’t tell the truth. Ask the Renee and Quincy! They know! Skylar knows too!!”

Without anymore words, Midnight and Satan went back down.

Rosita felt her voice slipping away, and her head met the metals again.

Thinking of the cruel things she did to Skylar, she cried.

Then, she noticed little, unnoticeable cracks on her skin like unfinished maps, running across in faint zags.

She sniffled, staring deeply at it.

Must be because she hasn’t been getting transfused for two months.

She must have been a fool thinking taking a drop of Skylar’s blood monthly is going to be enough.

Now she needs transfusion too.

She went on her knees, crying more bitterly. She drank her own tears as it rolled into her mouth.

°°

“Has the votings started?” Satan asked Midnight as they drove back to Dread House.

“One minute left before it’d start,” Midnight responded.

Satan breathed out.

“Investigate what Rosita just said about Roselle. I know it’s not true, but still investigate.”

“As you wish,” Midnight said.

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