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There was so much blood. Splattered all over his upper body, soaking into the bed sheets he was lying on. Charlie took in a shaky breath, staring down with wide eyes at the mangled bloody mess that was his abdomen, riddled with bites and tears. Milo knelt over him, straddling his legs, gently running her hands along the unmarked sides of his waist. Smears of red followed her bloodied fingers, and Charlie let out a whine that turned into a cry of pain as she bent forward and sunk her teeth into his skin again. He writhed underneath her, instinctively pulling at the bonds that held his hands and feet to the bed posts. Milo sat up, a hunk of his flesh pulling away in her mouth, and he stilled to watch her chew, slowly, letting out a little moan as she savored the flavor. Blood ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest as she swallowed, tilting her head so he could clearly see the bob of her throat as the meat descended into her stomach.
God, he’d never seen anything so beautiful in his whole life. She looked positively angelic.
She stared down at him with half-lidded eyes, licking her lips with a wicked little smirk. She leaned forward, her clothed hips moving down to grind against his, and he let out a whimper at the friction, fully hard in his pants. He involuntarily bucked up against her, pain shooting through his wounds at the motion, and a couple tears slid down his cheeks into his frazzled hair. Milo loomed above him, her breath hot on his face, and she gingerly leaned closer and dragged her tongue up his cheek, licking away the tears and leaving a bloody trail behind. Her lips ghosted above his for a moment, giving only the slightest nibble, before moving down place a kiss against the pulse point on his neck. She followed her lips with her tongue, tracing a line up to his chin, a soft hum in her throat. “Your heart is racing,” she breathed against his skin. “Is it fear? Or excitement? Hm?” He tried to speak but the breath caught in his throat as he felt one hand pressing right above his heart, her fingernails clawing into his skin. “I could take your heart out right now. Taste it for myself to tell which one it is.” Hot beads of blood sprung up as she pressed in with her nails, and Charlie tensed, his breaths quickening. But after a moment, she removed her hand, bringing it back down to his side. “Not quite yet,” she decided aloud. “I have so much meat to finish before I get to dessert.” And with that, she brought her head down and took a bite out of his chest.
Charlie had never experienced pain so intense. His vision seemed to fade in and out and danced with spots as he watched Milo rip chunk after chunk from his chest with her teeth and gulp them down like a ravenous animal. Every shuddering breath expanding his lungs caused his wounds to shift and stretch with agony, more blood seeping out and running down his sides to stain the bed beneath him. It was torture, and yet, the pain felt so good. Some twisted part of his brain was enjoying this, for reasons he couldn’t even understand himself. Milo gripped onto his side as her teeth tore him apart, her thumb pressing hard into a patch of raw, mangled muscle and fat, and he whimpered, sparks of ecstasy firing in his brain. She lowered, grinding her body against the strain in his pants once again, and his whines turned to full moans, her name falling from his lips. He felt the urge to twine his fingers in her hair, but his hands tugged uselessly at his bonds once again, still helplessly under her control.
Milo was looking rather flustered herself, her suave mask dropping into a breathless grin at the sounds she was pulling from the man beneath her. “You’re so noisy, aren’t you?” She giggled a bit, a deep flush on her face, before pressing an open mouthed kiss to the mangled mess of his stomach, drawing her tongue along the chewed up flesh. Charlie drew in a breath through his teeth, trying to stifle the sound, and Milo hummed disapprovingly. “Nuh-uh, I didn’t say you should be quiet. Let me hear you. I want you to get loud.” She sat up a little and brought her hands together over his middle. She clawed her fingers into his abdomen, digging in deep and gripping either side tightly, and began to rip him open, exposing his internal organs to the air.
An agonizing scream tore from Charlie’s throat, and he thrashed under her hands. His hips crashed against hers and his sensitive nerves sent a flurry of conflicting signals flashing like fireworks in his brain, intense pain and equally intense pleasure. Milo let out a breathy moan as he began to sob, a shudder running through her. “Fuck. Good boy. So loud for me. Cry for me, baby.” She bent down and crashed their lips together, and he eagerly pressed up against her as she kissed him, even as tears streamed down his face. Her tongue forced its way in, and he could taste his own blood as she licked around his mouth. She rocked her hips rhythmically, like she was trying to ride him even through both their clothes, and he tried to move with her as much as his shattered nerves allowed him to. He was seeing stars, from the friction along his sensitive length, to the pain from the gaping hole in his abdomen every time she pressed up against it, to the tongue still down his throat, fucking the breath from his lungs. He felt like he was getting close to the edge, and Milo seemed to notice his moans becoming desperate as she suddenly stilled her hips and pulled her face away, a strand of bloody saliva connecting them for just a moment. She panted a bit breathlessly as he whined at the lack of movement. “Not yet, pretty boy. I’m not finished with my meal.”
She turned her attention back to the massive tear she’d made. His outer flesh had been ripped open and splayed out to the sides, revealing his organs underneath, all pulsing gently as they worked. Milo softly traced her fingers around his mass of intestines, and then moved them up to fondle his stomach, pressing in experimentally as if evaluating how much was inside. Charlie shivered violently, his body instinctively reacting with shock at the foreign sensations. Everything about this was wrong. Her hands were inside him, touching things that should not be able to be touched. But every move her fingers made sent electricity to his brain, frying any logical thought. Fuck survival instincts, he wanted her, needed her to tear him apart and devour him, piece by piece, from the inside out. And she seemed intent on doing just that, as her eyes locked onto something and she hungrily licked her lips. She felt her hands wrapping around something - his liver, he realized - and she began to pull. She tugged until the surrounding tissue began to rip and tear, the connected nerves and arteries snapping and spraying blood into the open cavity, and Charlie screamed. His eyes clenched shut and his head fell back, even as much as he wanted to watch. The pain was overwhelming, and his mind foggy with dizziness.
At last, his liver was fully wrenched free from his body, and Milo brought it up to her lips, giving it a long lap with her tongue before taking a massive bite. Charlie peaked open his eyes again, his vision of her slightly spinning as blood ran down her chin and she moaned. She seemed lost in a world of pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as she slowly chewed, and then gulped with a meaty squelch that made his dick twitch. “Fuck, Charlie, you’re so delicious,” Milo breathed, bringing his liver up for another bite, and Charlie whimpered, wriggling underneath her. That’s all he wanted, to be good for her, to taste good for her. Fuck, there was something wrong with him. So pent up and turned on by being eaten alive. He felt like his brains were melting into mush.
After a few bites, Milo looked down at him, blinking a bit dazedly as if she’d forgotten he was there in her bliss. “You hungry too, Charlie? You want a taste? Open up.” She held out his half eaten liver, and he nodded deliriously, obediently opening his mouth. She pressed the meat into his mouth, and he bit down, blood lightly splattering his face. It was softer than he expected, almost melty, warm and overwhelmingly metallic. It was bitter, and altogether generally unpleasant, but knowing where it came from, and having it hand fed to him by the hands of the one consuming him, it might as well have been ambrosia. He forced it back and swallowed it down with a moan, and immediately he felt one of Milo’s hands caressing his actual stomach, feeling for it as it entered. There was a lustful look in her eyes, a little crazed, as she pressed and prodded at his internal organ. “No one else has ever seen you this way. And no one else ever will. You’re mine, Charlie. You’re all mine.” She laid the liver aside on the bed and bent forward to press her face into his abdominal cavity. He felt her pressing open mouth kisses along his stomach and he shuddered, her name falling from his lips in a chorus of unholy sounds.
His cock throbbed with need but his mutilated body was feeling harder and harder to control, his core so thoroughly devastated by her hands and teeth that he didn’t even have the strength to arch his back. Milo seemed to notice his struggle, and at last brought her hand down to palm the straining bulge in his pants, squeezing and rubbing along its length. His babbling increased as euphoria washed over him, his hands once again thoughtlessly straining against his bonds with the urge to pull her closer. He was getting closer to the edge again, as Milo mouthed at some organ he couldn’t even name inside himself, and in his state of delirium he hardly registered at first her other hand creeping up his chest. Her fingers traced along his ribs, gently at first, before curling into claws and digging in between them. Charlie’s voice cut off with a gasp as she tore into his ribs and began to rip them back. She pulled until they snapped, folding them out of the way as Charlie screamed. Her hand was still moving on his cock, pressing harder and faster, as she stared hungrily down at his pounding heart. “I need you,” she gasped out, sounding just as desperate as he was. “You’re mine.” She clutched at his body and sunk her teeth into his heart.
Charlie let out a guttural cry as he spasmed and came, his vision going black. His eyes rolled back in his head, tears streaming, ecstasy crashing over him like a flood. He’d reached his limit, and as he fell limp and unconscious under Milo, she removed her hand from his pants to shove it down her own. She swallowed a chunk of his heart and pressed deeper for another bite as she urgently fingered herself, two fingers plunging inside and her thumb rubbing circles against her clit. She was already soaked and worked up from her meal, and it didn’t take long before she reached her own peak and orgasm shook her to her core. She kept her face pressed in the blood and viscera as she rode out the high, shuddering as slick coated her fingers. It took her a minute to catch her breath, swallowing her last piece of meat and sitting up to look down at the mess she’d made. She pulled her bloody, slick covered hand up and wedged open Charlie’s jaw with the other, pressing her fingers into his mouth and wiping her fluids onto his tongue. One more little treat for him whenever he woke up. She maneuvered herself off of his lap and carefully undid his bonds, bringing his arms down to rest at his sides. She laid down beside him, snuggling up to rest her head on his shoulder, pulling his arm to curl around herself. Her hand rested on her belly, gently curved outwards from how much of him she’d eaten. It gave her a little thrill, even as sleepiness began to wash over her, and she drifted off.