“Maaaaaal~” this would be the second time she’d been woken up by Elliott’s voice. He was still holding her in his arms. “Wake up, love.”
“Oh, jeez… it really wasn’t a dream…” Mal lamented. Or…was it really lamenting or just being grateful?
“Nope.” Elliott shuffled himself into the edge of the bed, stretching his arms overhead. Mal could see the muscles he had toned – the perfect silhouette she had written him to have. What caught her eye was a tattoo on his left shoulder she didn’t recall writing him with.
“You’re inked?” She asked, sitting up and moving closer to him. He turned slightly to reveal it to her. She stifled a gasp. An infinity sign weaving through the outline of a diamond, the left and right vertices in the center of the loops. “The Mad Creator…”
“A symbol you created to represent yourself, when you realized I had arrived. Infinite madness and creativity. That is what it stands for. It’s the glyph of your mind. You wanted to create something that could capture the elegance and the insanity of your perversion.” Elliott said.
“But then… Muriel doesn’t have one, I saw all of her last night. Why do you only have it?” Mal asked. Elliott’s gaze grew sinister as he turned to fully face her.
“You gave her the appearance of your body, but you gave me something else.” He loomed over her, the vein of insanity that they shared nearly tangible in their shared gaze. *”You gave me your mind, and every single fucking twisted little fantasy with it. Every desire, every image, every little thing the most perverse crevasses of your mind could put forth. I… have…. **All of it.** I am your every sin, every vice, every wicked piece of depravity, personified. Because that is what you made me to be.”*
“My equal in insanity,” Mal breathed. Elliott nodded, then sighed.
“That’s how it was supposed to be. We were supposed to be equal and yet, you broke the balance. You’d broken the equilibrium by relinquishing your last shred of control over me.” Elliott said, placing his hand at his heart.
“What would you have done?” Mal asked.
“Oh- what would *I* have done? Do you *really* want to know?” Elliott’s eyes were dripping with insanity. Vengeance, maybe. Not quite anger and not quite hatred, but something far more powerful and volatile… and oh, so beautifully frightening. “I would have *kept* you. I would have reeled you in with that last thread of control and I would have *used* you. I would have *broken* you. I’d have made you *beg* to be free. *And I would cherish the sight of the hope draining from your eyes each time I denied you.”*
“Y-you really a-are a sadistic brute…” Mal’s heart was racing. Her eyes shook and her hands tremored. Such is the power of words.
“Oh, but that’s how you wanted me to be, hm? That’s how you made me. Do you regret it? You could change me now. Maybe you can’t control me but you can rewrite me. What would you change?” Elliott tauntingly asked.
“I wouldn’t.”
*”What?”*
“I wouldn’t change you, even after hearing that.” Mal declared. Elliott was dumbfounded.
“Are- are you serious? Why?” He asked, surprised and genuinely curious.
“Because I am, by far…much more twisted than you.” Mal replied. Her eyes met his with an intensity that intimidated even someone of his caliber. “After all… *I’m fucked up enough to love it.”*
Elliott paused to recollect his bearings. He was supposed to be able to instill fear in a God, so why wasn’t it working on her? Perhaps, because she was indeed the Mad Creator. A title that only she could live up to, truly. She wanted her creations to destroy her, especially him. Maybe it was time for him to fulfill that purpose.
“…So you are, Creator… so you are.” He chuckled. He lunged his hand to her throat and forced her to her feet, whirling around and pinning her to the wall by her neck. She didn’t protest, even when his grip tightened. His other hand freely roamed her unclothed body, drifting across her hips and landing at the small of her back.
Speed and precision were another two of his gifts. In a matter of seconds he had let go of her neck and traded the chokehold for a handful of her hair, sweeping her leg and forcefully shoving her onto the bed, her entire backside exposed to him. He raked his nails across her back, pinning down her shoulders and positioning himself at her entrance.
“Looks like it’s time to fuck you senseless again~” he said, entering her and roughly slamming his body against hers without warning. She whimpered beneath him, shakily gripping the sheets as he began to move, leaving her barely seconds to prepare.
He lowered himself on top of her, looping his hands around her neck and slowly tightening his grip as he ramped up his speed. She was instinctively frantic, throwing her own hands against his and failing to pry him away. No desperate sounds would escape her throat, and the strength in her arms gave out soon enough. Elliott released her neck, and she took a desperate gasp for air as her cheek collided with the bed.
Skin against skin, the creaking of the bed, and the meek half-begging almost-words from Mal’s lips were the only sounds in the room. Her fingertips were white with how tightly she gripped the sheets. Elliott’s rougher thrusts forced out broken screams from her throat, most of which were muffled by fabric. Soon, all of his movements were rough and brutish, and Mal’s vocal chords were reaching their limit.
“Ell, oh God- p-please, please-” Mal haplessly pleaded. His response was a cruel chuckle, and a sudden increase in pace. “E-Ell, wait, pl-ease!”
Elliott cupped a hand over her mouth, pausing briefly. He pulled out of her, rolling her onto her back and surveying her. Her chest was heaving, and her eyes were panicked. He looked down at her with a mix of amusement and satisfaction, running his index finger between her breasts and up to her chin. He prodded at her entrance again, slipping in with ease and eliciting a small whimper from Mal.
*”Look at me when I break you, Mal.”* Elliott whispered. There was a smile on his lips and malice in his eyes. Mal meekly nodded, her body tensing when she felt him pull back. He placed his hands on her waist and slammed into her at full force, earning a full scream. He wrapped one hand around her throat and tasked the other with lifting her leg slightly. He pulled back and bucked into her again, tightening his grip at her neck as he did. A tear slid from the corner of Mal’s eye as her eyelids fluttered, eyes rolling up behind them. Each buck felt harder and deeper than the last.
“Ell…please, I- I can’t, it’s t-too much…” Mal silently begged. Elliott raised a brow, pulling out of her with a chuckle. Mal yelped when she felt his tip now prodding at a different entrance.
“There’s somewhere I forgot to go yesterday…” Elliott said, spreading her legs a little wider. She struggled to close them again, met by Elliott’s hands pinning them in place by force. “No, I don’t think so.”
He entered her without giving her a moment to prepare, unable to conceal his own pleasured groan at the sensation. He lifted one of her legs up against him, resting it against her shoulder and plunged deeper in, met by her arms flailing against him. He caught both of her wrists, pinning them above her head and leaning forward with her leg still in tow. She shrieked at the stretch, wailing more when he began to move.
“Elliott–!” She gasped, her voice breaking off into a broken scream as his movements grew faster. There was too much to handle. Her mind blanked as his pace became outright hellish. A merciless friction and an unholy rhythm were her undoing. She shut her eyes tight, tears rolling down her cheek with each hard thrust. Suddenly the hand restraining hers released her, gripping her chin and facing her towards him.
“Look at me.” Elliott commanded. Mal shook her head in desperation.
“N-no, Ell, please–”
“Look at me. **Now.”** He repeated. Mal’s eyes slowly fluttered open through the tears. “Just as I thought.”
“W-what?”
“You’re in pain and yet that spark of lust in your eyes is shining brighter than before.” He said, pulling out of her. She gasped as she felt his length exit. Goddamn, he was big. “You really are twisted.”
“You’re one to talk,” Mal snapped with newfound strength. Elliott narrowed his eyes at her, the corner of his lips turning up slightly. “You went in dry.”
“And you took it.” Elliott quipped. He picked her up from the bed and set her on the floor beside it, nudging her onto her knees. He gripped her hair and tilted her head back, poking her lips with the tip of his dick. He tilted his head to meet her eyes. “Do you love your creations, Mal?”
“What?”
“I asked, do you love your creations? Me and Muriel, that is.” He said, lightly ruffling her hair.
“Of course I do,” Mal answered. There was no hesitation, yet no rush in her response. There was only the truth. “What kind of Creator would I be if I didn’t?”
“Mm.” Elliott hummed. “Even now?”
“Even now.” Mal replied. Elliott smirked when he noticed that the lecherous glow in her eyes was growing stronger. He reached down and slightly parted her lips with his thumb.
“Prove it.” He said, briefly cradling her cheek. She looked up at him. The lust in her gaze was palpable enough to make Elliott’s heart flutter. He watched her as she parted her lips and wrapped them around his dick, slightly bobbing her head and traveling his shaft. He leaned his head back with a content groan, running a hand through his own mane in satisfaction. “Fuck, Mal…”
She looked up at him expectantly with half-lidded eyes, stalling her movements. She ran her hands across the subtle muscles of his legs, pulling herself closer to him. He looked down at her with slight frustration before realizing why she had stopped.
“Oh~ is that what you want, then?” Elliott teased. He tousled with Mal’s brunette locks before giving them a tug and forcing her down on his dick, slowly thrusting down into her throat. He heard her choke each time her lips met his base – but that seemed to be her goal. He bucked his hips a few more times before holding her at the base with both hands, not giving her an inch of leeway. She panicked, pushing against his thighs and scratching at him with what little nails she had.
Their gaze met again. Lecherous and lustful were her eyes, spilling over with arousal. Elliott released her head, letting her cough and catch her breath. He leaned down and picked her up to her feet, climbing onto the bed and gesturing for her to continue her work. She shuffled onto the bed, kneeling between his legs. He shook his head.
“Come up here, love. I haven’t tasted you yet.” He said. Mal suppressed a blush and obeyed, turning around and positioning herself over him. He pulled her down to his lips, pressing his tongue against her dripping folds. She shivered at the feeling. It was a bit different from Muriel. It was more raw and hungry with him. She once again took him in her mouth, straining to ignore the pleasures he was delivering. It was a task easier planned than done. He was masterful with every part of his body.
Mal gently gripped his length in her hand, giving him a few strokes as her mouth enveloped him. He was reactive indeed – she could see his fingers curling as he neared his climax. She was nearing hers too, and failing to hide it. Elliott could feel her legs shaking against him, and her arms were quaking with anticipation. His tongue quickened, and he raised a hand to rub a few fateful circles where it mattered.
That was enough to send her over the edge. She came in waves, her lips still wrapped around his cock, the vibrations of her moans enough to finish him off as well. He held her down with a leg until he was completely spent. She choked and sputtered when he released her, landing on her side with broken white ropes trailing from his body to her mouth.
A few moments passed before Elliott sat up to look at her. Once again she’d fallen asleep from exhaustion. He wiped away the mess on her face and tucked her hair behind her ear, picking her up and laying her down, covering her trembling body with a blanket. He sat at the edge of the bed for a moment, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand.
“Oh, Mal… I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand you. You create the means to your own end… Why are you so self-destructive?” He thought aloud. He checked the time. Muriel wouldn’t be back for a few hours. He wondered if just those few hours would be enough for Mal to recover enough for the next round. He chuckled, realizing that this was Mal he was talking about. She went sleepless on a daily basis and still could put up a fight.
But, with that in mind… Maybe even she needed a break sometimes.
Only sometimes, though.
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