The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 153: His Playhouse

Chapter 153: His Playhouse

Kraven’s words held through, because everything branded deeply in Isadora’s brain.

The sight of him coming to ruin, seeing such a powerful Fae succumbed to the realms of pleasure, knowing she was the one who caused such attraction.

It shouldn’t make her heart race, it shouldn’t make her cheeks blush as the hotness burned through her.

She should’ve looked away in disgust but she didn’t, she watched every single thing unfold before her eyes, drinking the sight of him as he came apart just as he had made her.

Isadora gasped as his hot semen sprayed on her face, her lip coming apart in shock.

Kraven chuckled as he angled it more to cover her up, smearing her pretty face with his essence.

With a deep subtle groan, he finished, forcing his semi hard length back in his pants and leaned to her.

Isadora was still frozen as her mind relived the image over and over again. Not until she felt his lips brush against her forehead.

He leaned further and whispered huskily to her ears. "Yours."

Isadora’s heart hammered painfully in her chest, the mere beat pulsing to her throat. The gravity of his declaration hit her so hard that her heart almost gave out.

"You look beautiful covered up in my seed," Kraven mused, tilting his head to the side. "I should do this more often..." The back of his fingers trailed the stain on her face. "...And mark you everywhere."

She gulped, the words hanging in her throat rendering her speechless.

Before Isadora could collect herself, Kraven had already picked her up and placed her on his shoulder.

They both vanished, leaving behind a trail of dark weaves.

~♧~

They reappeared in Kraven’s chambers. Isadora’s eyes were squeezed shut as he dropped her to her feet.

"Open your eyes," he commanded.

She did, flickering them open and releasing a sharp breath when she realized they were no longer cocooned in the darkness. It may have been a second but it was agonising.

The dark was always uncomfortable for her.

Kraven sensed this and asked. "Why are you afraid of the dark?"

"I’m not afraid of the dark." She turned away.

Kraven gripped her chin and forced her eyes back to him. "I’ll not ask again, and if I do..." He leaned closer, their faces inches apart. "I’ll make you bleed and make sure you enjoy it."

Isadora’s features morphed into horror. No one enjoys getting cut, not even her despite her healing abilities. She did not welcome the idea but the promise in Kraven’s gaze spoke volumes.

"M-My mamma..." she began, forcing herself to speak. "She had the habit of locking me inside the wardrobe when she couldn’t bear the sight of me."

Isadora frowned at the dark memory. Her ears magically heard her body scraping against the floor as her mamma dragged her into the wardrobe. The key turning in the lock would follow.

No sound except her ragged breathing and her sobs. Her fist would pound into the door as she cried and begged for her mamma.

Until silence followed.

Isadora flinched absentmindedly, her body feeling as if her mamma was close by with that stoic expression of hers.

Would she drag her to that place again?

Isadora shook her head. ’It’s all in your head, Isa, snap out of it!’ Those were the words she always mentally told herself. But the mere glimpse of the dark brought her exactly to that moment.

And at the spark of her light, she’s reminded of when the door would suddenly open and reveal her brother, Rune.

"Hmm... I wonder if she’s still alive."

Kraven’s voice pulled her out of her short-term reverie. She raised her gaze to him and found him smiling... not mocking the darkness of her past but the delight of something.

She’d seen that look before... it was the same one he held when he demanded names for those who trampled on her hands during the Hunt.

"Maybe... it’s been winters," Isadora replied.

"Full-blooded Fae lives longer you know, I can make the rest of her life worthwhile."

Isadora gasped as he spun her around, hand covering her neck.

Kraven leaned to her ear and murmured. "I have a playhouse."

"P-Playhouse?" Isadora asked with a gulp. It sounded like something innocent but coming from Kraven she knew it’d be far from it.

He chuckled, suddenly thrilled to tell her more. "That’s what I call it at least, because the screams of pain always echo from it. It’s all play."

"S-S-Shouldn’t it be called a pain house then?" she voiced, overcome by this playhouse of his.

Kraven barked a hard laugh. "I might consider changing it."

Isadora knew she would probably regret asking this question but she did anyway. "What do you do there?"

"Hmm... I look for a pound of flesh to dissect, mostly when bored. I play with them there with my toys."

She shivered at his words.

"Maybe one day, your mamma will be my guest, I promise I won’t hurt her much."

Isadora’s heart skipped a bit, her mamma may be cruel but she wasn’t a heartless person to wish such a thing for her.

She silently prayed she would never cross paths with her mamma if the gods willed it, for her sake.

Kraven’s hand slid down in a heartbeat, finding the opening of her pants he had torn earlier but he didn’t go further, just rubbing the spot.

But it wasn’t just that for Isadora, her sinful body came alive again. ’What is wrong with me?’ she thought. ’Get a grip of yourself, Isa!’ She swallowed a breath when he teased further.

"So responsive," he purred. "Tell me, darling, do you go insane each time I touch you?"

A moan broke from her when a finger teased the area.

"I wonder which will drive you more insane, my cock or my fingers."

"A-Are you going to make love to me?" Isadora asked, fearing the worst possible outcome of having that monster inside her.

His manhood was definitely not broken after she set her eyes on that thing. If he doesn’t kill her first then that thing might!

Kraven paused, confused. "Make love?"

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