She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Meeting Heaven In Hell

Camila

Being in bed with a joint between your lips, naked with your lover, sex thick on the sheets is the best feeling.

Especially after our spree in that hideout. Eight clichéd "emo" black-lunged teenagers being met with our knives. Their blood is stained on our faces and skin.

Cheenah holds me close, taking the joint from me with her red fingers and puffing. "Today was extra exhilarating," she chuckles. I lean up and kiss her jawline, eliciting a small noise from her.

"It was, definitely."

I cuddle closer, feeling her kiss the top of my head. I smile against her chest, mindlessly licking her nipple. She moans, "Walz, we've already went three rounds." I smirk against her peak, sucking on it.

Looking up, I see her put the joint in the ashstray, occupying her hand in my hair. I then lick a trail of blood from her collarbone, to her chin, then to her blood dried mouth.

I bite her bottom lip, tugging it with a low growl. "Maybe I want a fourth?" I say, trailing my hand down to her growing erection. She raises an eyebrow, "Yeah?" Without another word, she grabs the back of my head and brings me to her roughly.

I remember the times she would care for me like a wounded bird.

Now, she fucks me like the psycho she is.

The psycho I made her to be.

I grab her hardness, causing her to let out a gutteral moan into my mouth. My palm massages her, feeling the rigidness and wanting nothing else, but her inside of me.

I climb on top, straddling her. My center right on her shaft. She looks up at me, the hottest look in those dark eyes. Splatters covered her face and, God, was it so fucking sexy.

I start to slowly grind down on her. She closes her eyes, biting her lip, and gripping my waist. A devious smile on my face, I stop my movements.

I reach over and take the joint, taking a long drag. I see that her eyes opened and she chuckles, "You wanna do it like that?" I nod, blowing the smoke into her face slowly.

"Yes. High sex is the best sex," I say. She shakes her head, "Not better than angry high sex."

"You're right. Mainly after a brutal kill."

"Baby girl, all of our kills are brutal."

"Oh," I giggle. I put the last of it back in the ashtray and place my hands on her chest, kneading her mounds. "You're so fucking sexy," she husks.

I bite my lip and reach down to position her right at my entrance. "I know, Daddy. Now, fuck me."

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"Who the fuck are you?!"

"Why do you have us here?!"

"Let us go!" The two women cry out, their voices bouncing off of the cinder blocked walls. I had them tied up, facing each other. Knees a few inches from touching.

I was standing under the single, bright lamp the basement of my house has. I start to hum, twirling my knife on my blood soaked finger.