Dead Valentine (St. Valentine’s)

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My breath fogs around me with every breath. I walk the snow-covered opulent grounds, my boots crunching against the snow beneath me as I make my way to the gazebo. Usually when people imagine these things, they’re supposed to be bright and beautiful. Used for wonderful events like weddings. This one screams death. It’s all black, frozen vines sprawled across it, obscuring the view of what lies inside. I listen closely to see if anyone else is here.

People like to pretend it’s just a place to read or fuck, but the air is tinged with a scent of copper that can never be erased. I love it. I walk up the steps and peek my head in once more, checking to see if I’m alone. I find the space empty and go to the darkest space within, taking a seat on the cold, concrete bench.

I turn my body slightly so my back is facing the entrance and unbuckle my belt. I pop the button of my slacks and shove my hand inside, getting rid of the cup as fast as possible. Shoving my hand back inside, I hiss when my cold fingers touch my hard cock. I circle my thumb around the tip of my cock and smear my pre-cum around. The copper scent that swirls around me helps me imagine the slick feel of my pre-cum is actually blood that I’m using as lube.

I picture myself surrounded by bodies to play with. Fresh kills I’ve gifted myself and the chilled ones that I get to see when we work in the morgue. I stroke the length of my cock, slow at first. My pace increases the more I imagine touching each body. Playing. With their skin, their blood, their internal organs. Anything I can get my hands on. I want to feel it all. If I’d fit, I’d shove my entire body inside them. The only form of close intimacy I think I could handle. I grit my teeth as I feel the familiar tingle up my spine. Yes. Just like that. So close. I stroke faster and faster, roaring in frustration as the images fade away. No. No. No.

“FUCK!” My chest heaves with my heavy breaths and I pull my hand from my pants, pushing my hair back. I glare around the space, making sure I wasn’t caught. Being caught is bad enough, but caught not being able to fucking finish, far more embarrassing. I shove my cup back in place and fix my pants. I zip up my coat and walk out of the gazebo, slightly stumbling when I see a few students headed this way.

“Hey man, you good? Heard you shout in there.”

I wave off his concern and give a fake laugh. “Note to self. Don’t listen to someone when they tell you to try closing your eyes and pacing while trying to recall facts for tests. Never again. Slammed my damn knee right into those fucking seats.”

The guy grimaces, “Yikes.”

I nod and shove my hands in my pockets. “Yeah. Well I should be going now. Have to go meet someone. Have a good one.”

I give a half-wave and walk away. I pull back the sleeve of my coat and check my watch. Shit. Not enough time to shower. Fuck it. I walk back to the cafeteria and take the seat closest to the register, dropping my messenger bag on the table. I open the flap and reach inside for my textbook, pausing. Decisions, decisions. I hear edging can be fun. Nobody will suspect a thing, they’ll all believe I’m studying. I open the textbook to the first chapter we’re supposed to study. The words blend together and I find myself drawn to the diagram of the stomach. I caress the ends of the esophagus and move down to the duodenum. My cock twitches behind the cup as I imagine how it would feel. Organs seem malleable enough, I think I could pull it off with either end. My cock throbs as I picture sliding inside the organ. My thoughts are broken by the sound of a chair scraping and the tell-tale scent of flowers. I look up and see Cara smiling at me. I can feel the furrow in my brows and the glare in her direction and quickly change it to a bright smile, widening my eyes.

“Cara! Hi.”

A blush stains her cheeks and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Hi, Corbin.” She lifts a plastic bag with containers of food, slightly shaking it. “Are you ready?”

I stand from my seat, slowly pushing the chair in and sliding my bag over my shoulder. With slow, calculated steps I walk up to her. I put one hand on the table in front of her and the other on the back of her chair, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“The better question is, are you ready, sweetheart?” I notice her shiver and smirk.

“Y-yes. I’m ready,” she stammers.

I stand up straight and put my hand out. She takes it and I suppress my look of disgust at the warmth of her hand. I limply hold the clammy thing and pull her in the direction of my dorm. The excitement of where tonight will lead has me practically dragging her there. She giggles the whole way, not realizing how fucked things are about to get for her. Stupid girl. I pull my keys out and unlock my door. I push it open and stand aside, “After you.”

She giggles again, the sound probably melodic to others, but it grates on my nerves. I want her silence. I close my door and lock it, walking over to my closet. I point inside to the mass amount of bottles in the top shelf.

“Do you have a favorite? Or did you still want to try that drink that doesn’t taste like alcohol or burn?”

She nods enthusiastically. “That one! I really want to try that one, please.” I pull down the bottle of ready to drink Long Island iced tea. I bring it over to my desk and then kneel down in front of my mini fridge. I open it and grab a frosted cup from the small freezer shelf at the top. I pull out my small ice tray and pop in a few of my special ice cubes. Half of the cubes have half a pill of Rohypnol in them, the other half are regular cubes. It took far too much trial and error until I discovered the perfect way to make it work. Never try to add the pill before freezing the water. I learned you have to make the ice first, then scrape and dig an area big enough to push the contents of the pill inside. I pour the mix in and swirl it around. I pour the mix in a cup of my own and lift the glasses.

“I’m just going to pop these in the fridge for a little longer. Really give that mix a chance to chill.”

She sits on the edge of my bed, with her arms behind her so her tits stick out further, and she’s kicking her legs. I watch as her uniform skirt rides up higher on her thighs with every kick.

“Oh perfect. Thank you, Corbin.”

I look up at her face and wink. “Of course, sweetheart. Do you want to pick out a movie now? I’ll get the food all set up and by the time it’s ready the drinks should be chilled enough.”

“Yeah. Where are your movies?”

I point to the cabinets in my TV stand. “Right inside those cupboards. Pick anything you want.”

She gets down to the floor on all fours and crawls over to the cabinet, swaying her hips as she goes. Slowly opening the cupboard doors, she bends over further, which makes her skirt lift and reveal her red lace panties. In a blink, the red lace morphs into dripping blood, covering her ass and thighs. Mmm. She looks at me and smiles. Shit. Must have said that out loud.

I turn and focus on the food, pulling containers out of the bag and splitting up the food between the containers. After tearing open the plastic cutlery, I put the forks and knives in each container and bring them over to my bed. I put them down and go back to the fridge to grab our drinks. She pulls out a movie and squeals, waving it around.

“I love this movie! Can we watch it?”

I look long enough to prove myself interested and nod. “Great pick.”

I have no fucking clue what she picked. That’s the last fucking thing I care about. She puts the movie in as I sit on the bed against my headboard. She gets on the bed and sits next to me. I hand her the drink and smile as she takes a sip while I pick up the remote and hit play.

“So? Is it as good as you expected? Doesn’t taste like alcohol, right?”

She moans exaggeratedly. “Mmm, it’s so good, Corbin. You’re right. It’s perfect. I think it’s my new favorite drink.”

“Perfect indeed. Drink up, I’ll make you another.” I grab her container of food and put it in her lap. “There you go. Comfy?”

I hear the crunch of ice and look at her. Shit. I gauge her reaction to see if she notices the difference. She continues chomping on the ice and watching the movie. Okay, then. Is there not a single fucking brain cell in this bitch’s brain? She takes a few bites of food and finishes her drink, crunching on the last of ice. I put my drink and food down.

“Would you like another?”

She looks at me with a dopey smile and drooping eyes. “Yes, please. Only one more. I’m already feeling pretty good.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

I grab her cup and walk over to the table, pouring her another drink. When I return, her eyes flutter open and shut slower and slower. “Here you go.”

She grabs the cup with shaking hands and drinks it down fast. “Yummy. Sho good,” she slurs, giggling. Her breathing slows down and the cup starts to tilt further and further out of her grasp. I gently grab the cup and put it down next to mine. I can’t rush this and risk her still being just conscious enough to know something is up. After everything is cleaned and put away, I grab my laptop and pull up my favorite site. One of my favorite videos fills my screen and I pause it before placing it on my nightstand next to her. I grab my textbook from my bag and open it up to the last page I looked at with the stomach diagram, propping the book up behind her head and leaning in close. Drool pools from the side of her mouth.

I look around the room for something to test if she’s completely out. I pace around looking, annoyed it’s taking so long. I grab her plastic fork and walk back over to her. I peel her lip back and jab the inside of it with the fork as hard as I can. Blood drips from the cut, but she doesn’t make a move or sound from it. I lean down and lick the blood from her mouth, groaning. The desire to suck her lip until every drop is in my mouth is insurmountable.

No. I’ll get lost in the feeling and suck too hard. No evidence, Corbin. I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants, throwing them and my athletic cup on my desk chair. Cara’s skirt is now lifted, revealing those red lace panties. I carefully pull them down below her knees, looking up at her to make sure her eyes remain shut. Her thighs part and her shaved pussy is revealed to me. Hmm. Not bad. With a barely-there touch of my finger, I graze her slit. I feel a bit of peach fuzz, and the warmth that emanates from within. Fuck, I wish it was cold. I pull away and open the drawer of my nightstand, where my blood-like lube is stashed. I make sure the volume isn’t too high on my laptop and hit play.

I coat my hand in the red lube and fist my hand. The video plays for a bit, letting me build the anticipation. My breathing increases as I watch the snuff film play out before me. Unable to wait any longer, I look at the textbook propped up behind her head. My hand drops to the head of my cock as I stare at the diagram. I slowly push my hard cock through the small circle I’ve made with my hand and grit my teeth, groaning. Fuck, yeah. Just like that. Oh, it has to feel just like this. I pump my cock inside my hand nice and slow. My thrusts grow with intensity as my eyes flick from the video, to the textbook, to her pussy, over and over. Oh fuck, there’s that feeling. Oh please let this be it. It’s been so fucking long. Yes. Right fucking there. I watch as they begin to fuck the corpse in the video and I pant, my head nodding on its own.

“Yeah. Fuck that whore. Fuck her good. Mmm, I bet she’s nice and fucking cold. Quiet. Still.” Oh fuck it’s happening. Fuck, yes, this is it. I get closer to her and stroke faster, pointing my cock at her pussy. “Take it, you fucking dead bitch. Such a good fucking whore. Urgh.”

Cum spurts from my cock, painting her pussy perfectly. Sweat drips from my forehead and my heart pounds with the last spurt of cum. I swipe my thumb over the head of my cock, collecting the last drops of cum. The sensitivity makes me hiss and I bring my thumb to my mouth, licking the drop of cum.

I straddle Cara’s knees and lean down. I watch her face as I lick my cum from her pussy and thighs. No evidence, Corbin. The salty, bitter mix of my cum explodes on my taste buds and I groan. I fight the urge to lick harder and faster. After forcing myself to grab a baby wipe from my drawer, I clean up the blood lube from my cock and hand. Then, I carefully wipe her pussy and thighs, making sure everything is wiped clean. I toss the baby wipe in my garbage can next to the bed and shut my nightstand drawer.

I slowly pull her panties up and make sure they’re perfectly in place. Making sure her skirt is fixed, I shut my laptop down and put it away along with my textbook. I make sure everything is in order before covering her with my comforter. I change into sweats and a t-shirt and sit at the end of my bed, leaning my head back with my eyes shut and smile on my lips. I think this will help the urges. Only time will tell. In bliss and contentment, I slowly drift to sleep.