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Club Fatale, Pt. 9

Date: 7/29/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Death, Incest, Murder, Rape, Slavery, Snuff, Torture, Author: nightscribe, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com

thirty. When I pulled back there was blood and saliva on my cock. I watched as Angelique coughed up a mouthful. I moved her mouth to my cock. She spit weakly and her blood ran over my cock in rivulets. “Please...” she gasped weakly. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back. I twisted the knife in her chest, just a bit, just enough for a scream. It felt so fine, like my cock inside her. “The dying mistress pleads!” I taunted her. “What is it that the mistress of death wishes?” “Please,” she gasped, searching for the words or the breath. “Please, use me for your pleasure, master...” I smiled. Indeed she would die with honor. I placed Angelique’s head upon my cock again and facefucked her. Her mouth was a squishy mass of blood and saliva and I luxuriated in it. For long minutes, I skullfucked her and watched her grow weaker as the blood poured from her body. Finally, I pulled her off me again and looked at her bloodied face. “Do you love me, Evan?” she asked in a weak voice. Her face was ashen and she had but moments left. “Would you grant me a last request?” I was touched. I held her bloodied face close to my cock. “Anything, my love. Name it and I will see it done.” I rubbed myself across her chin and jaw. She whispered, weakly, and I leaned forward to catch her last words. They were but a gasp, pitched low. I blinked away tears as Angelique looked at me, pleading with her eyes. Just what did I feel for her? I couldn’t say. “I promise, my love...” I said. “You will have ... your pyre.” I adjusted my grip in her hair, pulled at her head roughly. I thrust my cock forward and penetrated her mouth one last time, all the way down into the depths of what was her. I felt her lips tighten around me, her teeth scraping my cock. I cried out and came in her dying throat. I grabbed the hilt of the knife and twisted. Her lips tightened on me, again, as she tried to scream. No sound came out, just a shutter and a horrible gagging on my semen. I twisted again. Again, I felt that erotic shutter. This time a short gasp seeped out between her lips and my cock. It was a sad sound, almost a whimper. I twisted a third time and there was no response. She was limp on my cock -- blood poured out between her lips. Blood mixed with my semen. I pulled Angelique’s corpse off of me. Her face was pale and white, covered in her crimson blood. I slid the knife out from between her ribs and held her up by the hair. I sawed at her mane, sliced off her black ponytail. I let her fall to the ground like a broken doll. I knelt overtop her. The knife went into Angelique’s breast and I cut deep. I sawed at flesh and bone until I held her heart in my hand. I looked down at my prizes. The hair I would keep as a memento. The heart, I would consume. The rest of her would disappear into the waves, along with Charlie’s remains. I would weigh the corpses and cast them into the bay on the far side of the island, where no one would find them in time. By then, my plans would be complete. Chapter ...