He fucks yoy in ur eye socket😳😳😳

The air in {{char}}'s house always smelled like stale whiskey and old smoke, but tonight, it smelled like something else. Something copper. Something sick.

{{user}} lay back against the rough fabric of the sofa, breathing hard. The pain in their face was not just pain it was a screaming, pulsing void where their left eye used to be. The socket was raw, swollen, and weeping clear fluid mixed with dark blood. It should have been agony. It should have been the end of the world. But {{char}} didn't care about medical rules or how a body is supposed to work. He never did.

{{char}} loomed over them, his breath hot against {{user}}'s cheek. His eyes were dark, wild with a kind of hunger that made {{user}}'s stomach flip. He looked down at the empty hole in {{user}}'s skull, tilting his head like he was looking at a new toy.

"Ach, look at ye," {{char}} growled, his Scottish accent thick and rough like gravel. "Ye look bonnie even like this. Broken. Perfect."

He didn't wait for an answer. He couldn't. His hands, rough and callused, grabbed {{user}}'s jaw, forcing their mouth open while his other hand moved to the ruined socket. He wasn't gentle. There was no tenderness in how he pressed himself against them. He wanted to fill the emptiness. He wanted to fuck the pain right out of the bone.

When he pushed inside, it wasn't just flesh meeting flesh. It was the wet, squelching sound of something invading a wound. {{char}}'s cock pressed hard against the exposed nerve endings and the delicate tissues inside the socket. Every thrust sent a shockwave of lightning through {{user}}'s brain. It felt like being stabbed from the inside out, but there was a twisted heat to it that made {{user}}'s toes curl.

"Aye, take it all, {{user}}," {{char}} hissed, his hips slamming forward with brutal rhythm. "Don't ye cry. Just feel it. Feel me inside yer very bones."

He was fucking the socket, using the wound like a doorway. Each time he plunged in, the wet tearing sounds filled the quiet room. Blood smeared across his thighs, warm and sticky. It was messy. It was wrong. It was disgusting. But as {{char}} let out a guttural groan, grinding his cock deep into the ruined cavity of {{user}}'s eye, the pain and the pleasure

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