A Night To Taste

Chapter 6: The Sinner

I'm outside her window.

In the balcony.

She is still busy drinking with the black haired bitch.

Wait. They are coming this way. 

Hide. Hide. Hide.

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU THINK WHILE DOING THAATTTTT??"

Hey. Even though I'm outside my ears still hurt by how freaking loud she yelled.

By the way, she looks cute when she is angry. 

I continue adoring her from outside. For a very very long time.

 "Tell me which dress I have in my wardrobe."

Okay. So after the drama she finally agreed. I was sure she would refuse. But she is going there. My mouse does not like to back off even though she's afraid of Halloween. And for pretty good reasons.

Okay. Don't ask me how do I know. Just stalker things. I have been stalking her for almost an year now. I know this at least.

She tells her friend to leave the room.

Then straps herself for wearing that gown.

I suck in a breath. Fascinated by the creation standing in front of me. 

Fuck. Her skin is so fucking good. I wonder how would it feel like in my hands. In my mouth. I will mark each and every inch of that smooth, creamy skin and make it purple. Sounds good. Sounds like mine.

The long thick thighs which I want to be trapped in. I want them to suffocate me to death and still I will die happily.

Her rosy, perky tits are just perfect for sucking and nibbling. I would love to play with them too.

And her ass. That goddamn ass. I would love to spank it for the rest of my life. and fuck it, obviously. She can shake her ass for me too, I guess. We will work on it later.

And the thing I would to love to devour for the next infinity lifetimes and still starve. Her pussy. My dick is twitching to be wrapped around it. And let me guess. How tight can she be? The tightest in the three worlds. I bet my telepathy skills on it. And I know I will still have them after the bet. I want to drown in it. I want to fucking make it MINE.

I want it to weep for me.

Bleed for me.

Be mine forever.

And I won't let another man even look in her direction. Even if someone catches a glimpse of her just by a chance I would fucking cast the deadliest spell on the person and make him wish for death. No. Beg for it to me. I can use like the spell for making someone cut their own skin and limbs inch by inch, piece by piece. That would work. Great.

And I would still not spare him till he dies. I can spare someone only when I'm happy with the torture I did to the person. And I know I don't even get satisfied easily. Forget about being happy. The minimum level of satisfaction I get is by torturing someone for fucking hundred years. Never got a chance by the way.

But now I want to- No -I need to watch her some more. Eye-fuck her some more. But she throws the dress over her body. She still looks majestic in the dress. Although she looks best naked.

The dress molds to her curves so fucking beautifully. The ample amount of cleavage showing through it. Fuck, I really need to touch her. The golden work complementing her looks. The cut starting from the upper thigh reaching down. The long leg peering at me through it. Trust me. I want my face to find a space between these legs.