Necrophile
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,174
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Necrophile
Sex, murder, violence, yeah.
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The large sad eyes of a woman watched sullenly as thick, fluffy snow flakes fell past the bedroom window to the ground, coating the once vibrant green grass in a layer of cold, white bleakness. A small sigh escaped her throat and her eyes darted down to her small, scarred feet. The young women curled her toes under her feet and then straightened them out once more. Another soft sigh slipped out of her thin lipped mouth.
She sat with her pale, naked back as straight as a poker, her gaze once more fixed intently on the falling flakes. Without a word he wrapped his long, tan arm around her naked shoulder, slowly stroking one of her small breasts. The young woman shuddered but neither made a sound nor removed her gaze from her window.
The large hand of her much older lover cupped her breast in his hand, before squeezing it tightly in his grasp. He moved his hand away, trailing it down her stomach at an agonizing pace. She learned her head back slightly, gazing at him with cold, come hither eyes, begging him to do with her whatever he wished.
A cocky smile spread itself across his face as he allowed himself to be engulfed by her incredible submissiveness. Slowly he pulled a small silver blade from his pocket and slashed it across her slim shoulders.
A loud gasp of pain and shock sounded through the small, dull room as crimson red blood stained ghostly white skin. In silence he watched as the small crimson droplets rolled onto the tidy lavender bed sheets. Innocence, he thought, feeling mildly bored, it’s staining whatever innocence remains in her bony body.
The small woman twisted in his grasp and turned to gaze into his beautiful face with a look of pure loathing filling her eyes. Lazily, with much distain she turned her gaze to the small blade that had slashed her skin like butter.
No longer was there any emotion in her eyes, just a dull animal-like look. Silently she turned away, focusing her eyes on the frosty outside. Faintly she felt his warm, velvety tongue lick the blood from her wound, and like it was coming from a long distance away she heard his soft moan of delight.
Once more he raised his thick, strong arm and created another long slash across her frail body. He didn’t wait this time and leaned in right away, licking the fresh cut clean over and over until no blood remained to sustain his disgusting existence.
Coldly he grabbed her shoulders and forced her onto her back. She lay still for him, gazing up at the ceiling with little to no recognition of what was happening. He loved it. Every part of him loved to see her like this, so beautiful, so innocent as they unconsciously welcomed him.
He removed his clothes with the tidy perfection that could only belong to one that was plotting their every moment. When he turned back to his cold, young beauty she lay still and waiting for him as they always did. They never questioned him once they were like this, not even a rueful glance of hatred as he drained the last drop of life from their body.
Carefully he laid himself on top of her,cupping one of her cheeks in his left hand and pressing his blade to her temple softly with the other. Without warning he forced the blade into her and was rewarded with an instant flow of blood. Cheerfully he pressed his lips to her skull and sucked the blood from her fresh wound.
Her large, cold eyes were now being drained of that loathing look as he carefully spread her legs. Still without a word spoken between the two he penetrated her violently as he stared down into her careless face.
The shell of a man thrust into the broken woman violently and without much of a care for her. A loud gasp escaped his throat and he was finished, the large, feminine eyes were now dull and faded, the face even paler than it had been originally.
Faintly he smiled down at his lovely corpse and spoke the first words since he had invited her into his home, “I shall be seeing you again tomorrow night, beautiful…” His deep voice whispered as he turned away, dressing himself quickly and grabbed up the young woman’s purse, taking away her only identity. “And the night after that, as well.” He whispered as he slipped out the door and escaped to a dirty motel for the night. It would be a while before she would be beautiful enough for him to return.
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The large sad eyes of a woman watched sullenly as thick, fluffy snow flakes fell past the bedroom window to the ground, coating the once vibrant green grass in a layer of cold, white bleakness. A small sigh escaped her throat and her eyes darted down to her small, scarred feet. The young women curled her toes under her feet and then straightened them out once more. Another soft sigh slipped out of her thin lipped mouth.
She sat with her pale, naked back as straight as a poker, her gaze once more fixed intently on the falling flakes. Without a word he wrapped his long, tan arm around her naked shoulder, slowly stroking one of her small breasts. The young woman shuddered but neither made a sound nor removed her gaze from her window.
The large hand of her much older lover cupped her breast in his hand, before squeezing it tightly in his grasp. He moved his hand away, trailing it down her stomach at an agonizing pace. She learned her head back slightly, gazing at him with cold, come hither eyes, begging him to do with her whatever he wished.
A cocky smile spread itself across his face as he allowed himself to be engulfed by her incredible submissiveness. Slowly he pulled a small silver blade from his pocket and slashed it across her slim shoulders.
A loud gasp of pain and shock sounded through the small, dull room as crimson red blood stained ghostly white skin. In silence he watched as the small crimson droplets rolled onto the tidy lavender bed sheets. Innocence, he thought, feeling mildly bored, it’s staining whatever innocence remains in her bony body.
The small woman twisted in his grasp and turned to gaze into his beautiful face with a look of pure loathing filling her eyes. Lazily, with much distain she turned her gaze to the small blade that had slashed her skin like butter.
No longer was there any emotion in her eyes, just a dull animal-like look. Silently she turned away, focusing her eyes on the frosty outside. Faintly she felt his warm, velvety tongue lick the blood from her wound, and like it was coming from a long distance away she heard his soft moan of delight.
Once more he raised his thick, strong arm and created another long slash across her frail body. He didn’t wait this time and leaned in right away, licking the fresh cut clean over and over until no blood remained to sustain his disgusting existence.
Coldly he grabbed her shoulders and forced her onto her back. She lay still for him, gazing up at the ceiling with little to no recognition of what was happening. He loved it. Every part of him loved to see her like this, so beautiful, so innocent as they unconsciously welcomed him.
He removed his clothes with the tidy perfection that could only belong to one that was plotting their every moment. When he turned back to his cold, young beauty she lay still and waiting for him as they always did. They never questioned him once they were like this, not even a rueful glance of hatred as he drained the last drop of life from their body.
Carefully he laid himself on top of her,cupping one of her cheeks in his left hand and pressing his blade to her temple softly with the other. Without warning he forced the blade into her and was rewarded with an instant flow of blood. Cheerfully he pressed his lips to her skull and sucked the blood from her fresh wound.
Her large, cold eyes were now being drained of that loathing look as he carefully spread her legs. Still without a word spoken between the two he penetrated her violently as he stared down into her careless face.
The shell of a man thrust into the broken woman violently and without much of a care for her. A loud gasp escaped his throat and he was finished, the large, feminine eyes were now dull and faded, the face even paler than it had been originally.
Faintly he smiled down at his lovely corpse and spoke the first words since he had invited her into his home, “I shall be seeing you again tomorrow night, beautiful…” His deep voice whispered as he turned away, dressing himself quickly and grabbed up the young woman’s purse, taking away her only identity. “And the night after that, as well.” He whispered as he slipped out the door and escaped to a dirty motel for the night. It would be a while before she would be beautiful enough for him to return.
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