Heart shaped Skulls

Instrument Of Death

~I think I'm dangerous now~

[WARNING:Possibly morbid. All sexual]

I threw my hands to my chest, fists balled as I bounced in a joyful frenzy. "Joy! Joy! Joy! Funny how they wrapped you up like a pretty, pretty present" I growled as I dragged my snarled faced closer. His gagging intensified as his blood cascaded down his throat. A smile pulled at my muscles tilting my lips. I fluttered my eyes, the sounds he made. The gurgle of the struggling boy made my blood jump with a euphoric desire. It brought back such tainted memories that made me, well me. My father made those same noises as he asphyxiated on his own red bile. With a inhale of sweet iron I let my eyes open. I wasn't done, no not yet. I climbed off of him my eagerness showing as I almost threw myself off the bed. "Ooooh, you thought Jekyll was bad, monstrous. Oh dear, a human can do so much damage than a supernatural being" I cooed as my hips swung to a imaginary song that floated somewhere in the confines of my mind. He struggled more, his arms flailing as I raised the bone saw to eye level. " Eenie mini miny moe I catch the bastard by his toe. If he hollars let him go. Eenie mimi miny moe!" I slam the saw on his shoulder. A gleeful smile stretching my face painfully as I sawed deep into his sickly flesh the arteries spurting. His howls of pain danced like fairies in my brain as numbness washed over me. The once loud moaning drowning in my lunatic roars. A cringe worthy crunch later I separated his shoulder from his collar bone. I held his hand spinning around in mini circles as I flopped around the disembodied limb. "NUBBIN! IT LOOKS LIKE YOU MIGHT NEED A HAND!" I laughed bending over in a fit of giggles. A switch. A delightful one. I threw the arm over my right shoulder "on wards!" I pointed off in the distance with a cynical sneer. "Pitter patter, Pitter patter does your sweet little drips of blood slither!" His moans of untainted misery grew louder as I carved into his other arm. Blood, red and thick ran down my forearms in a slow trickling motion. I threw my hands above me, fingers stretched as I moved my body erotically in some lustful haze. My hip swinging left to right as I gracefully twirled my way to the other side of the bed. "Nubbin I have to say, your blood just gets me SO FUCKING HORNY!" I screeched taking my hands to my breasts pushing them up lewdly as my tongue hang out with a soft pant. Nubbin's head lolled to the side to peer at me with a lidded, glazed stare. "Aw too bad you can't fuck me, I think after I'm done with you drenched in your sweet blood I'll go ride Thomas's thick juicy dick" my tongue flicked out to catch a drip of irony liquid that ran down my my upper lip. He was to weak to mouth a word as he stared at the disturbed dancing woman before him. Rowena twirled once more, her white chemise swirling around before clenching to her bloody form. Quickly she picked the saw up, separating his legs from his knees then from his pelvis. Her eyes darted in a drugged haze, blood lust. Oh how the scarlet liquid made her thighs rub together, how it made her wet with anticipation. It soaked Rowena, leaving red trails starting from her face slowly beading to her breasts that perked under her thin chemise begging to be kneed. With the saw still in clenched in my fist I rubbed the sweat that built at my forehead with the back of my hand certainly spreading the already wet substance.

In all her life Rowena wouldn't openly admit it to any stranger. Maybe not even Thomas, but sinful delight she did love to take part in was sticky blood. Rowena would slice her wrists to see it ooze from the wound. To feel the warmth spread over her sensitive nipples. To taste the the iron in her mouth gagging her, filling her. To smell it, filling her nostrils with pent up desire. Rowena could feel her thighs clench at the thought, to let her fingers glide to her core. Lidded and milky Rowena's eyes hovered over one of the tools. Swiftly she picked it up it's hard surface tucked tightly in her hand.  It would work, not as good as the latter she thought as her lips pursed. Rowena clambered onto Nubbin's torso, separated from his limbs as he laid in a drowsy trance. Blood loss was taking its toll. I trailed my hands up my thighs pulled the fabric as my fingertips caught the chemise. This time no underclothing hid my bits. I sighed when the cold graced my core as my wetness seeped from me. "Too bad your going to die before I make myself cum" I whispered with a slit tongue. He made a disapproving groan as his head flopped to the right to stare at a bare wall. I huffed finding his dying movement unapproving. I harshly shoved his head to the side "your going to watch me fuck myself as you fucking die you piece of shit" spit flew from my mouth as my teeth grinded together.

Rowena hoisted herself on her knees as she penetrated herself upon the fragile bone. Her eyes rolled as her pants echoed in the room dancing and pinging from each corner. Rowena's mouth hang saliva dripping onto her exposed breasts that bounced effortlessly as she slammed herself harshly onto the withered bone. Her muscles clenched and quivered as the high was intensifying. Through all her gasps and increasing moans she didn't hear the quick sharp thump of an old door being broken off it's hinges. Nor did she hear the approaching foot falls of a tired and weary Thomas.

Rowena let her hand trail to her bundle of nerves twirling it with her index finger. Rowena let her head hang as the pressure that twisted like a coiled snake bursted with a blissful, white blare that made her eyes cross. She pulled the moist bone from her core with a delighted sigh as her thighs soaked with her pleasure. A shiver drove up her back when a sigh presented itself in the supposedly empty room.
I could've broken my neck as I swiveled my head around. Eyes bulged, cheeks flushed, and hands shaking I stared at Thomas. His shoulders rose and fell in short intakes. "T-thomas" I pivoted my torso to look at him over my shoulder. "I didn't-" my words were cut off when Thomas rushed towards me. He hurled my body like a sack of potatoes to the closest wall, with a thud my back hit the wilting wallpaper. I could feel my heart race, did he think I was fucking Nubbin? Oh god. I felt tears prickle and burn as he approached. He going to fucking kill me, slam my head against the wall to see it crush under his large hands. Thomas was inches from my face now, his eyes like sharp daggers. RIIIP! A gasp left me when icy air greeted my skin. Thomas had torn my clothing from my body in one swift motion and throwing it to his feet in distaste. No words would produce. Nothing came to mind, it was a hum of static. No matter Thomas wasn't looking for a reaction. He twisted my body around slamming my face against the wall with a angered grunt. I splayed my hands against the moldy wall in surprise. Then I realized, it wasn't the fact that he thought I laid with his brother but in fact that I hadn't shared the pleasure with him. Thomas roughly slammed into me, bottoming out deep inside me. I threw my head back a yell gurgling from my maul at the sudden action. Hands, they roamed everywhere leaving no skin untouched. Everything was on fire, coated with lust. Fingers twisted in long red hair as he pounded ruthlessly inside me. With each thrusts the lewd noises of wet skin meeting each other with need filled the room. "HARDER!" I screamed my throat becoming raw as I neared the cliff once more. His hips snapped at my voice and yanked my hair that wrapped in his fist. As Thomas rocked my body violently I could feel my legs turning soft and weak. Thomas's thrusts became sloppy as he chased his purchase deep inside my core. Moans rolled off my tongue as stars blared in my vision leaving me a shaking mewling mess. "THOMAS! IM-" his growl trapped my whimpering voice as his hand wrapped around my glistening sweat covered neck. A squeak was all that could be heard from my constricted throat as my vagina convulsed around him sending him over the edge with loud groans. Warmth filled me and spilled down my leg mixing with the blood. "Well, if I knew it would be this fun maybe I should've woke you up" I spoke breathlessly with my head leaning on the wall. With a grunt he pulled away from me only to trap me in his arms. I smiled as I inhaled his scent as his thick arms encircled me. Nubbin was dead, orbs milky white staring at the ceiling. A smile found its way to my tinted lips. Jekyll would be proud.

~Sometimes the world doesn't need another hero.... Sometimes what it needs is a MONSTER~