4. Zack
Zack
S he’s beautiful.
I mean I already knew that, but seeing Chloe drenched in blood is really doing something for me.
Tonight was never supposed to be fun. I loaded up on pills before I started the drive so I could feel something that wasn’t the usual never-ending numbness of my existence. But this girl, all dressed in innocence and bathed in sin, is making me feel everything .
I focus on the good sensations. The pulse of my heart as it pumps my cock full of blood. The scent of death in the air. That’s what life truly smells like. The inevitable end.
I’m glad I took another pill before I left Chloe alone with the guy because she’s fucking glowing. A bright red beacon guiding me, telling me that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
Her face is completely covered in red, and any white that was on her outfit is now dyed in it as well.
“Look at you,” I say as I toss the man aside. “On your knees and soaked in blood. You’re an offering that the devil himself would be happy to receive. ”
She wipes at her face and gags, spitting blood onto the ground. “Get the fuck away from me!”
“You know, every time you swear in that outfit it only turns me on more. You’re not really a nun, are you?” I cock my head as I squat down to examine her.
“Eat shit!” She spits in my face, and I close my eyes, taking a moment to feel her saliva warming my skin, soaking through to my bloodstream.
The loud rustling of leaves as she flees from me scratches at my brain like tiny branches. It’s quite nice, but I can’t enjoy it for too long. Not if I want a taste of her.
Catch her.
Wreck her.
She’s running from me, but I’m not mad at all. For the first time in so long I’m excited. I’m high as a fucking kite, my cock is rock hard, and life is fucking good for once.
So good that I’ve forgotten why the fuck I came here in the first place. Seems she’s all that occupies my mind now.
“This is your only chance to escape me, little sinner. Run as fast as you can because when I catch you, you’re mine until sunrise, and I’m going to spend the night doing whatever unholy things I want to you!”
Chloe doesn’t scream, doesn’t make a sound. It’s only the woods giving her away. The leaves whisper to me where she’s heading. Branches snap at me to hurry after her.
“Run, run, run as fast as you can. You can’t catch me, I’m a little slutty nun!” I laugh so hard that the trees join me in my elation and laugh back. Chloe doesn’t though. “Oh, come on. I know it doesn’t quite fit the rhyme, but it was still funny.”
No answer, again.
“Once I have you, there’s not a chance in hell you’ll be able to stay silent. ”
Sprinting after her, I quickly catch up. She keeps tripping on her skirt and has to gather it up so she can try and get away from me. That small glimpse of her skin makes my mouth water.
“Let me help you with that.” I tackle her to the ground and flip her onto her back. As she kicks her feet at me, I gather her legs under one arm. “I’m gonna cut up this pretty skin if you keep wriggling like that.”
“Fuck you!”
“You swear like a damn sailor, not a woman of God,” I grunt out.
Holding her legs tight, I pull her skirt taut with my teeth and slash it with my knife, then I yank it. The tearing sound ripples through me, caressing my nerves as the long religious garment is transformed into a slutty little mini-skirt.
“Oh, fuck yes. These legs are dangerous. I bet what’s hiding between them is even deadlier.”
Dragging my knife up Chloe’s thigh, she lets out a breathy groan that has my cock throbbing. I watch as a thin line of blood bubbles up from the cut on her light brown skin.
“Now that’s a pretty sight.” My tongue has a mind of its own as suddenly I taste copper. I’m licking all the way up her thigh, and when I reach the hem of her dress, I swear I can smell wet pussy. I press the knife to her leg again.
“You’re a psychopath!” She doesn’t stop squirming. It’s as if she doesn’t care if I slice her up. I’ll nick an artery if she’s not careful.
Crawling up her body, I pin her legs down with my knees and press an elbow to her chest, keeping her secure. She snarls at me, gnashing her teeth rabidly.
Fuck, she’s a lot of fun. I’m glad I didn’t run her over .
Her veil is slipping off, more of her brown curls spilling free. I pull it all the way off, and her hair fans out like a soft pillow around her head.
She goes still, and so do I. The entire world freezes for a moment as we stare at each other.
Chloe’s golden eyes are shiny and watery, the whites of them standing out against the deep red blood coating her like a second skin. But no tears spill.
My chest aches, and I look down to make sure I’ve not somehow stabbed myself, but my knife is firmly in my hand. What the fuck is this feeling?
Sorrow overwhelms me. Every heartbreaking moment that led me to now flashes through my mind. Then I remember that neither of us has a future. There’s no point caring about her, not when our destiny has already been written.
Still, I find myself searching her face for answers. For a small thread of fate that I can grab hold of to remain tethered in this reality.
All I discover is that I need her so fucking badly it hurts. My nervous system is on fire, and my cock is screaming at me to fuck her.
Go on, take a bite. You’re already a dead man walking, what harm would it do to devour her?
My mind is buzzing too loudly to argue back.
“Fuck it.”
She screams as I stab the knife into the ground above her head.
Reaching down between us, I cup her pussy. She’s so warm through her underwear. I press my fingers in and feel the fabric dampening. “You’re wet.”
Why the hell is she wet?
Whatever the reason, I can’t help but smile harder .
This is incredible.
As I unzip myself, I lean down and kiss her. She resists, but I get her to open up easily enough with one firm squeeze of her jaw. The coppery taste mixed with her saliva has me groaning in pleasure.
My dick weeps for her tight embrace.
Just a moment, then you’ll be safe and warm inside her.
She’s still fighting against me, but she’s not crying. In fact, there’s not a single tear mixed in with the blood on her cheeks.
She looks at my mouth as I pull away, and gasps at the sight of the blood that’s now smeared across the lower half of my face.
I sit back on my heels and stroke her leg with one hand, enjoying the sticky heat of her fresh blood beneath my fingers. The sight of it has my cock leaking. I can’t resist stroking it all over my length.
I want more.
And I’m going to take it.
Guiding my tip to the cut, I drag it up and down. Fuck, that sensation. It’s fucking insane. Little zaps of pleasure shoot through my cock’s slit and travel all the way up to my brain where my synapses short circuit.
“Are you a virgin? Is my cock about to get covered in even more of your deliciously divine blood?”
Her glare gives nothing away.
“Time to open these pearly gates and show me heaven, darlin’.”
I move her panties to the side and push the tip of my blood-soaked cock inside her bare cunt.
She goes rigid. Those bright eyes move away from me and lock on to the night sky above.
Wanting her attention back where it belongs, I tap her cheek, but she remains lost in the stars.
I shouldn’t care. Her participation doesn’t change anything.
She’s a warm hole to fuck. Nothing more.
Why am I not satisfied with that?
I grab her thigh and dig my fingers into the cut. The pain brings her back to life. Her lips part on a gasp, and her fiery eyes return to me.
“Whatever’s going on in here,” I tap her forehead, “ignore it. Focus on me. I’m all that matters now.”
A bright flash of pain spreads through my mouth as Chloe’s knuckles hit my jaw. “Fuck,” I laugh, blood pooling onto my tongue. I wasn’t expecting that.
Grabbing her jaw, I pry her mouth open. She’s panting and snarling so viciously. It’s a beautiful sight. “That’s more like it.”
I push my cock inside her, and at the same time, I spit my blood into her mouth. She howls out, her spine arching, her heels digging into the dirt.
She’s tight and resisting me, but a few short jabs have me working more of myself in.
With each inch that she swallows, I feel myself slipping deeper into euphoria.
“Our Father who?—”
I grab her by the throat, silencing her.
“Don’t spoil the moment. Unless you want to call me Daddy.”
She scrunches her nose up in disgust, and I thrust hard enough to make her mouth slacken with pleasure instead.
Pouting my lips, I lean in close to tease her as I slowly push the rest of the way in. “ Forgive me, Daddy, for I have sinned. Please, let me show you how sorry I am by taking your big fat cock— oh fuck!” My eyes roll back as our pelvises meet where she’s taken all of me.
If I blow my load early, I’m blaming it on the drugs.