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A New Kind Of Hell

Alternate ending part 2

Summary: Layla Bradshaw thought her personal hell was the worst thing she ever experienced. She was clearly wrong. *This is a two part alternate ending for my story How Soon Is Now? For Season 8 Episode 10. Please read with caution.*

Warnings: Smut, Cannibalism, dub-con, non-con, hints of magic being used on Layla to make her more willing.

Six months.

Six fuckin’ months.

That was how far along Layla was in her pregnancy, and she still wasn’t used to it. Even after she had Tessa, being pregnant again felt so strange.

Layla thought it was understandable given that she’d only been a few days pregnant with her daughter before Michael forcefully fed her his blood. It didn’t take long for her belly to grow to completion, and a few hours later she ended up giving birth in Misty’s cabin with the remaining witches of her coven.

But even they were now all gone. Her whole family, wiped out of existence with the exception of Tessa. And unlike last time, Michael wanted Layla to experience a full term pregnancy since it was his child she was carrying. Not Kyle’s.

When Layla found out she was pregnant two weeks after having to undergo Michael’s lust, she had herself a good cry. She didn't plan for this to happen, nor did she want it. Michael was the true mastermind behind the pregnancy.

Big surprise there.

Due to Michael's hold on her, Layla had no choice but to let him use her as he saw fit. That same night, after finding out she was pregnant, Michael fucked her with such avidity it seemed as if he were trying to put another baby in her despite already being pregnant. This intensity of his only increased, making it obvious he enjoyed being inside her as her stomach grew with each passing month.

Layla found his raging libido sickening.

Michael in general sickened her.

And for the first month of her pregnancy this thing she was carrying also sickened her. That was until Layla had her monthly visit with Tessa.

Despite the initial shock at the news of her pregnancy, her daughter, wise beyond her young age, made her see reason. This baby, even half of Michael, was still just a baby, and half of her. If Layla hated it before it was even born, then hatred will be all the baby would know.

Hatred itself was such a strong emotion, one Layla was very familiar with. Only now she could not, did not, want to hate this child. Hatred would twist them into becoming a monster, just like Michael.

Thus, Layla made a promise to herself five months ago. She was going to try her hardest to make sure this child wouldn’t turn out like him. They wouldn’t ever question her love for them. Love that Layla did not, and would never have for Michael...their father.

As expected, Michael made his presence known to Layla in the bedroom they, much to her misfortune, shared. Layla didn’t get up from where she laid on the plush couch. She only looked up from the book she was reading long enough to see his domineering frame, and a timid looking maid with a cart.

The woman who pushed in the cart with the silver platter was not her usual maid, Hadley. Layla wondered where she might be at the moment. Hadley had become a friend to her during these last few months. The light brunette would sometimes keep her company when Layla wasn't graced with Michael's so-called loving presence. She also was better company than Miriam, who even as a robot unnerved Layla.

The unfamiliar woman didn’t stay long after setting the silver plate onto the dinner table that was in the massive bedroom. She quickly bowed her head before taking off, leaving behind Layla who wished to follow.

It was now her and Michael. And the baby Layla was carrying, but it was only Michael who made the alarms go off in her head because of his staring.

Michael was practically undressing her with his eyes. “You look utterly ravishing.”

“I look like shit and I feel like it.” Layla muttered, not caring how petulant she sounded. She put aside her book because there was no point in reading anymore with Michael in the room talking to her.

“Nonsense.” Michael cooed, coming closer to where she laid on the couch. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. The pinkness on her cheeks set fire to his loins. “I do believe you’re glowing.”

Layla stood, quick to get away from his hold while she could. Even anxious she wanted to defy him, but any snarky comment about how he needed to get his eyes checked out wouldn’t have done her any good. Or rather, it wouldn’t have done Tessa any good.

Michael had one hand behind his back, while the other gestured to where the food had been left. “Perhaps this will help.”

“I seriously doubt whatever you have brought is gonna help.” Layla replied curtly. She nonetheless walked over to the dinner table and took a seat in front of the silver platter.

Michael fixed her a sharp smile, revealing what was inside the silver platter. It wasn’t anything Layla expected. There resting on top of the silver plate was a human heart and liver. Layla got up, the chair screeching loudly as she backed away from the table, absolutely appalled. One of her hands covered her mouth, and the other touched her bump, as if shielding her unborn baby from seeing the ghastly sight before them.

Once upon a time Layla’s dream (before she learned she was a witch) was to become a Forensic Anthropologist. Therefore she was quite familiar with human anatomy but not even her knowledge stopped the aghast from being presented with a human heart and liver.

Who exactly did the organs belong to? Layla hadn’t a clue. She felt really bad for whoever this was. Layla highly doubted they volunteered to be killed just for their heart and liver. And why exactly those parts? She didn’t know for certain but she would soon, judging from Michael’s gleaming eyes.

Layla hated that look he had on. A look of delight. She’d seen him eat hearts before, and if he was about to eat this heart and liver in front of her she just might throw up. Her pregnancy was making her extra sensitive these days.

Horrified, Layla then remembered what he said. She glowered at him. “How the fuck could you ever think this would help me?”

“Your body this far into your pregnancy requires substances of a certain kind.” Michael informed her in a cool manner. He came over to her, forcing her to look up at him again. His only reaction to her shock and swearing was glee filling his features.

Layla shook her head, trying her best to ignore the softness of his hands and the coolness of his rings against her flushed skin. “You’re lying. You’re just trying to trick me.” She brusquely vocalized. “This is some sick twisted way for you to get your rocks off.”

Michael chuckled, low and smooth. “Oh, believe me my love…” He caressed the apple of her cheeks, relishing the warmth. “Why would I resort to trickery when I already have the pleasure of spilling inside you whenever I want? You always come willing anyway.”

Layla stopped herself from slapping the smug face off of him. He spoke as if she took sheer joy in sleeping with him. It had only gotten worse now that she was pregnant, and it was always him who initiated it.

Layla pushed his hand away, bristling while doing so. She tried to walk away but Michael stepped forward, invading what little personal space she had. “You know you want to.”

Layla’s breath hitched at the way his intense blue eyes were staring down at her. The richness and smoothness of his voice made chills go down her back, and she suddenly felt weightless even at six months pregnant. She looked at the silver plate with the heart and liver and was astonished at the lack of disgust from moments prior. She wasn’t getting nauseous the longer she stared at the bloody organs.

No, Layla now had a craving. A need, really. The need to eat everything on the plate. And that frightened her, but not enough to stop herself from hurrying over and taking the first bite.

And once she did, the frenzy began.

It was as if Layla wasn’t in her own body as she took bite after bite of the heart and liver. At the moment it didn’t matter that she was eating another person’s organs. All that mattered was needing to eliminate this hunger of hers that came out of nowhere. Layla never once noticed Michael playing with her hair as she ate away.

All that blood nearly put her in a stupor. She wasn’t herself though, as she’d later come to realize in distraught. She’d been under a spell, his spell.

Layla didn’t pull away at the press of Michael's lips against her own once she finished everything. She didn’t protest in the slightest at the feel of his tongue licking its way inside her mouth, welcoming the blood that was there. And she reacted in a way that was very unlike her.

Rather than stopping the kiss, Layla pulled Michael closer, moaning against his mouth. Her green eyes wide but hazy as he picked her up bridal style, mindful of her current state.

Their fervid kissing never faltered while making his way to their bed. It was when they undressed that it came to a pause. His clothes came off first, and he tore her dress right after. Michael nearly groaned at the roundness of Layla’s stomach. Her breasts had grown, becoming more fuller and her hips were wider.

Rather than thrusting himself inside her without a second thought, Michael kissed his way down, gently biting her fuller, sensitive breasts until he was leveled in between her thighs. His member throbbed, pleased to see her arousal glistened like diamonds.

“My Laya, my precious Layla.” Michael murmured, blowing air against her clit. She reacted instantly by throwing her head back, turning into a moaning mess. She fell back onto the mountain of pillows they had on the bed. “My beautiful wife.” Her moaning became louder once he buried his whole face in her hot, wet center.

Layla’s hands impulsively went to his hair, pulling him even closer to her bud of nerves. She felt the silkiness of his hair as his lips wrapped around her clit. His tongue teased her, moving fast enough to finish her until slowing down at the last second, delaying her release.

Michael didn’t mind Layla pulling on his hair, finding amusement in her desperation. She was never like this with him, so he was going to enjoy it. He continued the torture with his tongue on her bud, pushing her close to release only to pull her back at the last second.

It wasn’t until Layla began sobbing, begging with her sweet voice, that Michael finally gifted her with the bliss she’d been chasing. He pressed his tongue hard against her clit, and within seconds she was howling so loud glass could’ve broken. Her arousal gushed out, covering the bottom part of his face with her deliciousness.

Layla’s hands fell from his hair, fisting the silk sheets. The heat coursing through her wasn’t gone, heightening again as Michael crawled up her body, kissing as much of her skin as possible. The evidence of what was left of her climax shined on his face.

“Taste yourself, my love.” Michael purred, abruptly kissing her before she could say anything.

Layla’s mouth opened as if on its own, tasting the slick he very much enjoyed. He kissed her until she needed air. The sight of her slick covering her face where blood from her feast remained hardened his cock.

“You taste like honey and lavender mixed together.” Michael gruffed, surging forward again to claim her lips. Layla shuddered at his tongue flicking against her own.

At some point, during their heated kissing, Michael had maneuvered. Layla was on his lap while he was sitting against the headboard. He kept eye contact with her as he reached down to palm his hardened member.

Layla mewled at the sight, throwing her head back at the feel of his other hand dipping between her thighs. Three of fingers made their way inside her, and she shivered at the coolness of his rings. An endless amount of tingles started to go down her spine at the way his thumb rubbed her clit mercilessly.

Michael was determined to get her to orgasm again so soon, and he accomplished just that.

A hard press to her clit right as he curled his fingers to hit a special spot inside made Layla let out an earth-shattering cry. Her nails scratched down his chest, leaving angry bloody marks.

Michael growled, liking the pain and pleasure she made him feel. He rubbed himself harder, not stopping the curling of his fingers inside Layla nor the clit pressing with his thumb with his other hand. She was suffering from overstimulation, and as an outlet scratched down his chest again, drawing more blood. He didn’t stop his movements, and she didn’t stop her scratching until a pinch to her clit had her wailing.

Layla’s arousal from her orgasm leaked down her thighs, right onto Michael’s weeping member. He pulled his hand from her warm cunt, taking joy in her whining when doing so and used his slick covered hand to jerk himself with. He finished at the feel of her warmth all over him, his seed mixing with her arousal.

The two of them were lost to their climaxes; they didn’t notice the crack in the bedroom wall. A crack that had not been there before.

Layla fell onto his bloody chest, where Michael welcomed her. He enjoyed her shaking, clearly overwhelmed but too tired and under his influence to tell him otherwise. Her shaking would only continue because tonight’s pleasures were not at an end. His beloved looked up at him, eyes hooded, at the feel of his hands on her widened hips.

“What…?”

Michael didn’t give her time to finish her sentence. He flipped Layla to be under him, careful with her swollen belly. He pinned her hands above, intertwining their fingers just as he snapped his hips forward, going deeper within her.

As if on autopilot, Layla’s legs wrapped around his waist, the soles of her feet digging into his lower back. Her own back arched as broken moans and the sound of slapping skin filled the lavish room.

A bit of clarity began to slip through to Layla during the euphoric act, but that didn’t stop Michael. There would be no stopping, not until he was fully satisfied, and even then that still wouldn’t be enough. He’d never get enough of his precious Layla. His beloved wife.

“Wait, no…” Layla tried to say, managing to free her hands only to hold onto his shoulders. Her words quickly turned into whimpers at the speed of his thrusts.

Michael gently shushed her, a contrast to the way his hips moved expeditiously against her own. The bed squeaked underneath them, and her pregnant belly moved but not enough to harm their child. “Just take it, my love.” He licked into Layla’s mouth again, tasting her tears mixing with her arousal and the remnants of blood from her feast. “Take the pleasure I’m only able to give you.”

Any objections Layla had became lost to the moans he plucked out of her. In the end she took what he gave her with tears streaming down her cheeks and nails scratching down his back, leaving behind new trails of blood.

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