Sonya had an amazing, kind, and funny boyfriend in Joey. He also knew how lucky he was to have such a beautiful and intelligent partner. They had been together for three years and living in the same apartment for one. During all that time, they had made all of their friends jealous with how perfect their relationship seemed to be.
And Sonya really would have described their relationship as perfect… until half a year ago. It was a lazy Saturday morning and both of them were sleeping in. Sonya was having a dream where a butterfly flew around her and landed on her outstretched hand. An uncomfortable pinch followed. She examined the butterfly and slowly realized she was dreaming as the facts weren’t adding up. She started to wake up to look at her hand, which laid on the pillow next to her head.
Sonya turned and saw her boyfriend biting the meat of her palm. At that moment, the pinch became pain. She screamed, more out of surprise, but Joey jerked backwards in response, his teeth ripping up her flesh as they fled. Sonya shot up and stared at her bleeding hand in shock.
Her next reaction was anger. For the first time in their relationship, she yelled at Joey, he just lay there seemingly dazed, stuttering his defense of being asleep and dreaming of eating an incredible feast. Her scream woke him up and hurting her was just an accident.
When he had his wits about him, he drove her to the hospital. He stayed with Sonya while she was bandaged up and apologized profusely the whole time. Little by little, Sonya’s anger faded until she started apologizing for having startled him and making her injury worse. They ended up telling the nurses that a dog bit her because they thought the truth was too weird and embarrassing. She got a rabies shot and declined to report the incident to authorities.
Although Sonya was mad for a while, she did appreciate him really stepping up his game for the whole rest of the day.
When they got home, Joey treated her like a queen. He cleaned up the bloody mess in the bedroom, kept the apologies coming, and she finally told him to forget about it. She understood it was just a bad dream and only wanted them to move on.
She went back to bed to rest and Joey joined her. Thoughtfully, he had her lay back against the pillows and kissed his way down. She was nervous at first but he reassured her that the biting was a one time thing. He helped her slip off her panties while kissing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Then he kissed her labia all over and slipped his tongue between her lips. He licked her up and down, getting her nice and wet.
After taking his time exploring her inside and out with his tongue, Joey started kissing her clit, slowly at first and then speeding up and adding his tongue. He reached behind her legs and pulled her into his eager mouth. Unable to contain himself, Joey sank his teeth into the skin around her clit, biting hard. He pulled back, stretching her flesh until it tore. He sat with her skin dangling from his mouth and blood sprinkled on her face.
Sonya jerked awake. Somehow, she had fallen asleep during Joey’s slow foreplay. He was still just leisurely licking her clit. She pushed his head away with her good hand. To his credit, he stopped immediately. He tried cuddling with her but Sonya just said she needed rest, and asked if he would sleep on the couch so she could sleep without any disturbances. She felt silly to have such an extreme, and gross, dream and didn’t feel like explaining it to her boyfriend just yet, especially after telling him multiple times that she was fine, and that she still trusted him.
It took about a week for everything to go back to feeling normal between the two. Sonya’s hand was healing up nicely and she finally felt comfortable enough to let Joey sleep in the same bed again. She was getting worried about how much he was disappearing into his phone during that week and she started to wonder if he was texting anyone else but this confirmed, to her, that she must still love him. She doubted she’d feel this strongly about him cheating otherwise. So, she resolved to show Joey that she completely forgave him and she would try to earn his total love back too.
After a week of celibacy, their nerves felt raw and exposed, every little touch like electricity. His strong hands felt so good on her skin. His kisses made her wet. Her first orgasm came just from him taking control and pinching her nipples hard. Then he laid her on the bed and pounded her pussy harder and faster than he had ever done before. She squirted again and again, her juices having to fight their way out through his thrusts.
And then he flipped her over and took advantage of how wet everything was to slide into her anus. Sonya yelped. He was big and she wasn’t completely ready. Joey did pause at the sound of her pain. He tried to wait there patiently but his cock started to pulsate inside her. Every swelling of his head was painful but there was pleasure there too.
In a small voice, Sonya told him, “Just do it.”
That’s all the permission Joey needed. He started pounding her ass as hard as he had done with her pussy. At first this made it feel better, the pain never left but the pleasure increased to the point that Sonya didn’t care. After a few minutes, Joey yelled that he was cumming and he began to grow again inside her. His trembling cock started shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. But now the pain was overtaking the pleasure. Sonya gritted her teeth as Joey finished up, his last few thrusts making her cry out despite her best efforts.
As Joey fell asleep beside her, Sonya cried silently to try and not disturb him. She kept trying to remind herself of how good it felt. How she had been such a good girlfriend by helping her boyfriend finish in such an explosive way. And overall she felt that since she was able to endure this pain for him, it was a symbol of her love.
She fell asleep and once again woke to pain. This time, Joey had been snuggling against her belly and, in his own words later, impulsively bit her. The wound wasn’t nearly as painful as her hand, and didn’t bleed at all, but she was still furious. And confused. And scared. But her first thought wasn’t to her own safety. She was worried about how their relationship would survive. She didn’t want to leave Joey, she thought she knew him inside and out, and she knew they would find a way past this.
Joey explained how he was going through a lot himself. He said he loved her so much that he wanted to eat her all up. They talked about how that was wrong and he knew he couldn’t continue biting her like this. In the end, Sonya was still concerned, to say the least, but she felt Joey was really committed to getting to the bottom of what was going on. He made appointments with sleep and behavioral therapists. She couldn’t help herself when he looked so vulnerable and fragile, and she ended up promising him that she would never leave.
They moved across the country to start a new life in a new city, he said it would be a great way to wipe the slate clean and start again. It was exhilarating at first. It was almost like a honeymoon period where he committed himself to fulfilling her every need. She almost didn’t miss her friends and family that they had left behind.
But he kept biting her. On the shoulder in the shower. On her foot while they were lounging on the couch. On the small of her back when she had been trying to get dressed. None of them were as bad as the first bite. They barely drew any blood. Joey admitted that even with the therapy he couldn’t help himself, but Sonya couldn’t bear the thought of actually separating.
His addiction to his phone grew more pronounced, he would immediately lock it or turn it away from Sonya when she entered a room. He changed his passcode and wouldn’t let her borrow it even when her own broke.
One day, while cleaning up around the apartment Sonya came across a laptop she’d never seen before in one of Joey’s old gym bags. She opened it up and found he had saved dozens of images of women in various stages of being cooked and served. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t have anyone to turn to so she decided that honesty would be the best policy. She confronted him about it and he explained how he had just been doing his own research into what was going on. He couldn’t believe that she still blamed him for what was obviously an accident the first time, and that she didn’t trust him, when she was the one who was snooping. She ended up apologizing for intruding on his privacy.
She started sleeping on the couch for her own safety, even though it made her feel bad for hurting Joey’s feelings. Things didn’t get better though, they started fighting more, about the smallest, pettiest things, and the fights got violent. She threw a remote at him and cut him over the right eye where it had struck.
He freaked out and grabbed her still injured hand. It had been healing well but Joey raised the hand to his mouth and bit it again, spitefully this time. Sonya’s hand would never quite regain it’s full mobility. But since it was her fault for throwing the remote, Sonya eventually apologized for provoking him.
Instead of working out their issues, she started tiptoeing around him when they were both at home. That improved things for a while but then the police came and held Joey for a couple of days. Sonya had apparently not been hiding her wounds as well as she had thought and her new coworkers had been worried about her.
She begged for his release and swore up and down that she would not, could not, press any charges. Finally, the police let him go. A part of her had hoped for the outside intervention, but when it came, she realized that Joey could not get better in jail. No one else in the world could understand him like she did. Only together, could he get better.
She told Joey all of this the night he came home. He screamed at her, filled with rage that she had inadvertently tattled on him. He admitted that he had cancelled every appointment he’d made with the therapist, he didn’t want to ‘get better.’ He pushed Sonya who tripped on the living room rug and fell hard into their coffee table.
Sonya woke up in a haze. She was naked and laying in their bed, her head felt foggy and it was hard to move. After getting her bearings, she realized why she couldn’t move her left leg, it had been amputated at the upper thigh and was wrapped up in several bandages that had long been stained dark red.
Joey was there and apologized for blowing up at her earlier. He explained that he wasn’t ever going to get better because this was the way he showed her that he loved her. That’s also why he took such care to learn about amputations so he could do it as safely as possible. He wanted her to be with him until the very end.
Sonya didn’t feel any pain, she didn’t feel much of anything, she was numb physically and emotionally. She didn’t feel anything even when Joey mounted her. The fact that she just laid there didn’t seem to bother him. He pounded her bloodied flesh, finished inside her and left, without another word.
After a while, he returned and just jerked off to the sight of her. This time she tried to protest but her mouth didn’t feel right. Her tongue kept getting in the way of her words. She started crying though and that only seemed to excite Joey. He made a handprint on her belly with her own blood and squirted his cum all over it. Before he left this time, he promised that they would have a long talk once the drugs wore off.
When he came back, Sonya still was still having trouble talking and moving, probably due more to the blood loss than the drugs now. Joey shushed her efforts and started giving her an intimate massage. Without her consent, her body started getting ready, her nipples were hard and erect and her pussy was wet. Joey plunged his fingers into her and started ramming her over and over again. Sonya started to feel the pain now, but there was that familiar pleasure along with it.
He got back on top of her and replaced his fingers with his hard cock. Sonya started to moan with pleasure and Joey brought himself down to her face for a kiss. Sonya couldn’t do anything as he bit her lower lip and ripped it into two.
Joey stopped thrusting and began laughing at her mangled face. There was nothing left that Sonya could identify as the man who said he loved her, certainly not the man she fell in love with. He was manic. He grabbed her hand and dragged it to his face. He put her pinky finger in his mouth and his teeth scraped across her skin until they had a firm grip on her second knuckle.
He bit down, hard. Now she could feel everything. Joey spit out the finger and kept laughing. Sonya felt like her whole hand was on fire. It spread down her arm, and throughout the rest of her body. But it cleared her mind when the fire reached it.
Before she could even try anything, Joey got off of her and pulled her heavily onto the floor, he grabbed her hair to drag her into a sitting position and propped her up against the bed.
Joey forced her to open her mouth by pinching her nose closed and thrust his cock inside her the moment she took a breath. He started to slowly push his way to the back of her throat but Sonya wasn’t about to waste any time. She bit down hard and immediately started sawing away with her teeth, side to side like a pitbull with a chew toy.
Instead of flying into a rage and bashing her head in, like Sonya expected, Joey just grabbed the back of her head and pushed deeper. He started to tremble in her mouth. Disgusted at the monster her boyfriend had become, Sonya tried her best to spit him out but he held her tight to him. Blood and cum started to flow down her throat, choking her.
Sonya found the strength to push off the floor and tackled Joey at the knees. She knocked him to the ground and used the momentum to free herself from his, almost completely dismembered, penis. As she was trying to stand, he grabbed onto her arms to pull her back down, but she managed to headbutt him and break his nose. Before he could recover, she took a page from his playbook and embedded her teeth into his neck.
She ripped and tore, finding a well of strength fuelled by her own pent up rage, until his hands finally let her go, falling lifeless to the scarlet carpet. As she laid on top of him, their blood mixed together, Sonya found that she still felt a profound sadness. She thought there had been something special between them. She thought that he was the one, that they would be together forever, she gave up everything for the man laying still beneath her.
She eventually got up and crawled to the bedside table where she could see Joey’s phone. She reached for it to call for help, but she was embarrased, how could she explain how stupid she had been? To think about how she would have to explain to everyone why she had stayed with him for so long, turning a blind eye to all the signs that she’d been warned about in her youth, made tears spring to her eyes, and her skin crawl.
It was much easier to just lay there. Closing her eyes and ignoring the pain, ignoring her own thoughts, she could almost pretend that everything was normal. They were just cuddling on the floor like they often did after sex. She snuggled closer to him, wanting so badly for Joey to reach an arm around her and squeeze. But he did not move. All she could do was lay there longer and mourn.
Until she realized she was hungry.
So she ate. And Joey filled her up, one last time.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qd7crr/all_consuming_love_mfcaution