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This story will focus on a female serial killer named Raven and her odd relationship with Henry Lee Lucas. It is rated M for mature and XXX for tons of smut. This fanfic will have cussing, violence, blood, murder, and eventual BDS...
The bath Henry and I shared was incredibly relaxing. I sat between his thighs and crossed my legs behind him so we could hold and touch one another. Without using soap or body wash, we cleaned each other of bodily fluids with a warm washcloth.
We didn't speak. We were perfectly content with gazing into each other's eyes. Our eyes did all the talking for us. All of our communication was purely physical. There was a lot of kissing, affectionate caressing, and muscle massaging between us, even some tender necking. Henry's cock was brick hard against my pussy, which was slippery with arousal, but neither one of us tried to have intercourse or get each other off.
Once we were done in the bathtub, we retired to the bedroom. I crashed hard until the flicking of Henry's tongue on my clit woke me in the middle of the night. Rain pattering against the window and the occasional clap of thunder filled my ears as I gained consciousness, but it was the lightning strikes which allowed me to see Henry's face in the dark. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he exposed my clit with his fingertips.
One of my hands was resting on my chest. As I slid it down my tits to comb through his curls, my fingers glided through warm semen.
"Henry..." My voice was somewhere between a croak and a moan.
"Yeah, kitten?" he muttered, his tongue fluttering over my clit like a butterfly flapping its wings.
"Ya jerked off on my tits again."
Laughing quietly, he spread my pussy lips with his thumbs. "Couldn't help myself. Yer beautiful. The thunder woke me up. I didn't wanna wake ya, so I marked yer tits. Then I decided I wanted ta eat yer pussy."
I grunted. "What happened ta not wantin' ta wanna wake me up?"
He snickered. "Didn't think ya'd mind."
I grinned. "I don't."
Wiping my hand on the sheet, I brushed my fingers through his fluffy hair. His tongue tapped my clit a few times, and I gasped and grabbed handfuls of curls. Henry must have been eating my pussy for a while because the pleasure was overwhelming. Tingles were spreading from my groin to my gut, and my crevice ached to be filled.
"Please, sir," I begged.
"Please, what?" he murmured.
"I need ya inside me."
"No," Henry refused softly. "My dick ain't ready."
"Gimme somethin'; a finger, yer tongue, anythin'. Please."
"Please, what?" he repeated firmly.
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"Please, sir," I implored.
Complying, his tongue traced my slit and lapped my wet folds before sinking into my juicy opening. Rubbing my clit with his finger, he delved deep inside. Wiggling his face back and forth, he scratched my sensitive skin with his scruff. I couldn't help but moan.
