Chapter 622 – Pretty Little Psycho

Chapter 622 – Pretty Little Psycho

The door slowly opened. Mechanical, like anything else around here, it retreated into the wall to the right and revealed a sight that was confusing in a multitude of ways. Standing in a room of moderate messiness, not above the acceptable level to show friends, was Eliza. The bindings on her legs had been removed, while her arms were still fixed behind her back. One leg outstretched in front of her, a perfect 90-degree angle to her straight torso from John’s side view of her, she simply stood there, as still as superhumanly possible.

Meanwhile, Tamara was stacking Fruit Loops on the flattest part of Eliza’s foot she could find. She had apparently just gotten the tenth in place when she had turned to look at John entering. The blood mage and the addict were both looking at John. John was looking back. Aclysia stepped into the room and began picking up dirty socks.

“Uhm...” the Gamer also entered the room, allowing the door to close behind him. Finally in motion, his flabbergasted mind managed to unravel the situation. The reaction that suddenly burst out when the confusion had settled was intense amusement and he couldn’t help but start laughing.

Something met with a short-lived change on the pretty little psycho’s face and her suddenly moving her foot. It didn’t get far, John guessed Thana had been aiming to throw the colourful cereal at him. After just a few centimetres of movement, the motion suddenly stopped and the hateful expression vanished. An angry one took its place when the Fruit Loops fell to the floor, no longer supporter on the angled surface.

“Fuck you, you cock-allergic daughter of a miscarriage of a race, we almost broke our record!” Eliza cussed at her mind-mate when the cereal hit the ground. “Seriously, go eat a bag of dicks you massive, unfucked, unloved, unyielding shit stain on my life! Take a fat one! Stuff your face with semen, you annoying fuckwit. JUST SUCK A DICK!”

Thana didn’t honour any of this with a reply. Which set Eliza into a continued cussing fit, stomping on the floor with relative weakness, occasionally breaking out into fits of intense, shrill laughter. Not of the amused kind, rather, it sounded like she was about ready to gnaw her own foot off. Which John was actually afraid she would do when she threw herself on the couch and continued to throw insults that always involved some variation of ‘penis’ and ‘eating’.

“She has been having episodes like this for two weeks,” Tamara stated dryly, picking up the cereal and throwing it in trash can while Eliza slowly tired herself out. “In case you’re wondering about it, she really craves some cock.”

“I got that,” John responded and looked at the blood addict. Since he had left, she had recovered tremendously. Her brown locks, the only part of her that still had been in a great condition beforehand, framed a good-looking face. Not outstandingly beautiful, John would say a good 6 out of 10, but definitely an improvement on her haunted, thinned down, pale look. Getting her fix of Thana’s blood had helped recover her to looking like her age of twenty-seven.

Again, laughing like an absolutely crazy person, Eliza went from banging her head into the cushions to sitting upright on her heels. “Crave is putting it mildly,” she stated, her left eye twitching. “I feel like my vagina has latched onto my brain like a Facehugger in Alien.”

“Funnily enough, that is what they used to think happened to women that were hysteric...” John scratched the back of his head. “Now I wonder whether that was guys or girls coming up with that theory. Anyway, hello, Eliza, I’m back.”

Eliza blinked rapidly for several moments as that information sunk in. “Oh, fuck, I thought I just rebounded into seeing crazy shit again, but you’re actually back, are you?”

“Yup,” John announced and quickly paced across the room. Bending down to her, he embraced her deeply. “I’m back, my dear broken angel,” he whispered into her ear. The giggle he got in return was, while still on the clearly more insane side, immensely happy.

“I still fucking hate that nickname,” she answered, snuggling up against him as best as her bound state and the back of the couch allowed her. Right after she had finished speaking, John heard a series of snapping sounds next to his ear. Never more than sounds. He still distanced himself before he could lose an earlobe.

“Hello to you too, Thana,” he added, the inverted formation of golden dots and lines in the shattered purple of her eyes staring at him. “How have you been? Throwing Fruit Loops at someone seems a bit petty for you.”

“Die in a ditch, you absolute cretin,” the goddess of genocide let all of her hate flow into that statement. In John’s opinion, it was actually less than before. Which, along with her using an insult that was longer than two words, pointed at some changes while he was gone.Rêađ latest cha/p/ters on no/v/e/l(b)in(.)c/o/m

A blink, and the eyes reverted to the ones of the girl he loved. “Huh, bitch hasn’t actually talked in eight days,” she reported, looking longingly up and down John as he towered over her sitting form. “Okay, John you absolute fucker, you standing there like a magnificent stud is not helping my orgasm cravings! WHY DO YOU LOOK EVEN BETTER THAN LAST TIME I SAW YOUR DUMBASS?!”

“I invested in Charisma,” John put it shortly. Gesturing towards his eyes he added, “Also, you know, got the contact lenses basically figured out. No more glasses. I think I look better without those.”

“I’m really sorry, Master,” she gasped, skin flushing. Wearing nothing but her armlock and her leather two-piece, hiding her sexual bits to a barely decent degree, she was almost sexier this way than naked. “She is being a stubborn bitch about it.”

“Evidently yes,” John answered and let a few seconds pass. He was looking for something, just the slightest hint that Thana was going to bother him some more. Aside from those few initial attempts, however, it seemed she just didn’t even try anything. “What is she doing right now?”

“Watching, like a total creep.”

“Mhmmm...” John was tempted to give Eliza something, anything really, to eat and watch whether or not the goddess of genocide would make the masochist spit it out, like she had done previously. ‘I would prefer it if Thana just caved on this,’ he thought. If he let Eliza eat on her own terms again, then Thana could just experience these things through her. The intent was for the flesh-made doomsday to accept her humanity and for that making her act out her urges herself was vital.

Therefore, it was best the set of axioms he had put up for Eliza stayed in place. Only when the goddess, by her own decision, gave into a craving her continued melding with Eliza had caused, would there be progress to be made. At least, those were John’s feelings on the matter.

However, he still felt like the blood mage deserved some relief. “You have not yet given me what I wanted, sweet little Eliza,” he continued in the harsh tone, only softening it up with his next statement. “But you also have followed the punishment I set up for you faithfully. You are a good girl.” Her lips parted slightly; John could almost see her horniness exude with every exhale. “And good girls get a reward. Bend over.”

He let go of her chin. Taking a slow stroll around the couch, by the time he sat down, she was already pressing her chest into the seating. Her juicy ass was a luscious display of firm meat, the blueish tint of her pale skin forming two symmetrical spheres. The black piece had dug deep between them already and failed to keep the love juices of her pussy contained. Seeing that glisten on the inside of her thighs made John desperate to just rip that barrier off, take out his cock and ride her for the next hour.

But he couldn’t. The best, safest thing he could do to her cunt was gently run a finger over the smooth leather. He had been in there often enough to know she was tight enough to grip a single finger at normal times. These weren’t normal times.

There was another thing he could do that was almost as fun though. He kneaded her treasure of a booty for a few moments, reminding himself of how lucky a man he was, before raising a hand up high and bringing it down with enormous force.

Eliza’s scream of pain was part of a larger symphony of pleasure. The red imprint flared and vanished in a second, as it always did, due to her regenerative powers. Regardless, the pain remained, according to what she told him anyway. “Do you like that, slut?” John asked, spanking her a second time.

“Yes!” she shouted along that one. “Harder!” she begged when there was a third one. “MORE! PLEASE!” Every slap on her firm ass caused her voice to rise, stuck at the high end of her so unsteadily pitched tone. “Thank you!” she exclaimed by the seventh time his hand came down on her. He was giving it to both sides equally.

“Good Lord, you’re such a filthy piece of work,” he said in an amused tone. “Able to orgasm from being slapped alone... That’s why I love you so much.” He bowed down and gave her taut backside a gentle kiss, before going back into the routine and spanking her brutally for the next minute.

“I love you too... I love you too...” she panted, so close to her first orgasm in twenty days. She looked over her shoulder, desperate for that release. Her pussy was overrunning with juices, running down her thick thighs. Just before she was about to cum, he stopped. “No... noooo, pleeeeease,” she begged, looking at his raised hand, wiggling her ass. “I need this. Master, I need this so bad. Please make your slut cum!”

John hadn’t even planned otherwise; he just knew it would make her orgasm that bit harder if he acted like it for a moment. With a satisfied, sadistic smile on his face, he spanked her one last time. He watched her head fly up in a silent scream as several spurts of pussy juice splurged out and rained onto the couch like a held back waterfall.

John himself felt like he could cum for a moment. This whole thing made him so horny, he could almost explode without any further involvement than the sight of his favourite sub’s quivering, then collapsing, body. It stayed at almost, however, which was good for his pants, but bad for his current state of mind.

‘Man, it is tempting to just throw caution to the wind and at least try to finish between her thighs or something,’ the Gamer thought, but reined himself in. There would be ample opportunity to release his lust over the course of the next hour, even if it wasn’t with Eliza.



“Alright, time for us to move back to my place,” he said.