Michael Myers Fanfiction 21+

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Michael moans softly, feeling your walls slowly begin to relax around him. He watches your face as it's still scrunched up in a painful way. He looks down at your hips as you begin to grind yourself on him, trying to get some friction. He took this as you were ready. He steadied himself over you as he slowly pulled out, grunting as your pussy walls grasped his cock, as if trying to keep him inside. He looked down when his tip was only in and his eyes widened as the amount of blood on his cock.

Your body relaxed, the large organ out of you. Michael then thrust into again roughly, slamming all the way back in. A loud moan escaped your lips before you could even stop yourself. A wave of pleasure shot up Michael's spine as his cock twitched. He knew he had to keep hearing your moans so he thrusted in and out at a slow but rough pace, his tip slamming against your cervix.

Loud moans mixed with pleasure and plain shot out of your mouth like bullets. You had no control over them as you felt your body betraying you. Michael moaned from behind the mask, speeding up his pace. "F-fuck!" You moaned out, your hands gripping the fabric of his suit on his abdomen. He threw his head back at the amazing pleasure of your tight pussy being stretched by him.

Michael began to thrust at an inhuman speed, your pussy squelching loudly as his shaft drove in and out. Your moans turned into screams of pleasure as the mattress was moving until it hit the wall, halting it. "FUCK! Your cock is so big!!!" You screamed out as he continued to drill inside you.

Your body then did something it's never done before. Your slick squirted out of you and onto Michael's lower belly and suit like a water gun. Michael stopped his movements only to stare down at the slick on his cock and suit. He tilted his head to the side, studying the liquid.

You had just squirted.

Michael then began to pound into you, at a pace even faster and harder than the previous one. You squealed, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as your body jerked upwards before being yanked downwards towards him.

Michael sits up, placing your legs on his shoulders and continuing his vicious assault on your pussy. You screamed loudly, this new position allowing his cock to hit something you've never experienced. It gave you great pleasure and Michael set it attention on that spot, his tip ramming into it.

A knot began to form at the pit of your stomach, burning with each thrust. You moaned loudly as you exploded all over him again, this time his movements never stopping. He leans down again, your legs still on his shoulders as he uses his right hand to choke you lightly. "F-FUCK!" You scream.

Before you can even stop yourself, you squeaked a word. One word that made Michael halt his movements and stare at you with eyes so dark, you couldn't tell if he had eyes.

"YES DADDY!"

Your eyes widened in horror after realising what you just said. A low growl left from deep in Michael's throat as he pulled out of you, standing up. Yep, you did it. This is when Michael kills you. Michael grabs your hair and yanks you up. He slams you against the wall, one leg being held up by his arm and the other on the floor. He guides his cock back in and begins to resume his vicious assault. This new angle allows him to ram your cervix and your g-spot all at once, causing you to squeal. "YES DADDY RIGHT THERE!" You yelled. His cock twitches as he fucks you so hard, cracks are starting to form in the old walls.

A loud roar leaves Michael's masked covered lip and you feel his seed exploding inside you, coating your walls. He slows down to a halt, as his cock twitches violently inside you. He suddenly falls, pulling you down on top of him, his cock still buried inside you. As his cock goes limp, it slides out, his seed pouring out onto Michael's balls and abdomen.

You laid there, your cheek resting on Michael's broad chest as it rises and falls. You slowly look down and study the puddle of cum on Michael's balls and abdomen. You also see how damaged your pussy was and your puffy pink lips pulled apart. He's probably going to kill me now. As you felt movement under you, you looked up at Michael, feeling his hands searching for something on the floor. "He's searching for his knife. He's going to kill me," you thought in your head. Michael suddenly shoves you off of him, laying on your back, pain jolting up from between your legs.

Michael gets up as he walks towards the bed, grabbing his knife which must have fell out as he was viciously fucking you. Tears filled your eyes as you watched him walk back over to you, eyeing you. "P-please no... please don't kill me," you begged in hopes he'll listen.

Michael ignored you and stood over your damaged frame, staring down at you as your body was too weak to fight back. "P-please... don't... I'll leave and never come back.. I promise." Michael tilted his head at your words. Your words were clear but incoherent to him though he sensed fear and weakness from your body. What is she scared of?

Michael stepped over you walking out of the room, leaving you alone in a puddle of tears and cum. You heaved heavily, trying to slow your beating heart and you felt a tinge of relief inside you as he walked away. You began to think that he wasn't going to hurt you and all he wanted was someone to care for him and love him like a normal human being. Maybe he wants someone to love him? Maybe he's killing because he feels he's not good enough.

You were pulled from your thoughts as Michael walked back into the room, an old torn blanket in his hands. Your body began to tremble as he tossed the blanket onto the mattress and walked over to your trembling form. Knife in his right hand, he put it in his suit pocket as he bent down, lifting you as if you were a feather into his arms. Pain jolted through your body at the movement as you suddenly gasp, arms shooting up to hold his neck. "P-please be gentle... I'm still sore..." He looked forward and gently laid you down on the mattress, covering you with the blanket. You stared at him wide eyed, wondering why he was acting like this and not just killing you.

"W-why didn't you kill me?" You asked hesitantly, afraid he'll actually do it but you had to know. Obviously, he didn't respond as he kept staring at your tear stained face. You felt as if he was staring into your soul, watching your past. "W-why didn't you kill me?" You asked again, hoping he would show some sign as to why. A low sigh left his masked lips as his eyes looked away from you. He stood up, walking out of the room again, closing the door behind him.
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You stared at the closed door, your mind racing wondering why he didn't kill you and is instead helping you. Your eyes slowly started to get heavy, feeling sleep take over you. You drifted off into a deep slumber, still thinking about Michael and why he was doing what he was doing.