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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...
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Henry and I took a long, drawn out shower together. We kissed, necked, and went down on each other one last time, leaving out intercourse because of my sore pussy. It was the last time we would have any sexual contact until he returned from Maryland, so we made the best of it.
After our shower, Henry used Old Spice aftershave. He hadn't shaved since I met him, so it was the first time I had smelled it on him. I had caught whiffs of it on other people, but it smelled much better on Henry. The mixture of the aftershave and his natural pheromones was probably the reason why it smelled so good. The scent was heavenly, like some kind of citrus, cedar, nutmeg, cinnamon, jasmine, vanilla, and musk all rolled into one. The smell was subtle and far from overbearing. It was perfect.
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Before we crashed for the night, Henry finished what little packing he had left and transferred everything out to the car. All he had to do in the morning was get dressed, drink coffee, eat, and brush his teeth. He didn't plan on waking me, for he had to get up earlier than I did. I had to work and he didn't want to disturb my slumber.
As we laid wrapped together in the darkness, I was hit with the sudden realization that Henry was really going on this trip, and I would be alone until he returned. I had been alone my whole life and had handled it just fine. In fact, I had preferred it, but now I was dreading it. The other half of my soul would be states away, and I would crave his company. He would take a part of me with him. I wasn't sure how I would cope with his absence. I assumed I would just live on autopilot until his return.
I wished I could extend the night so I could stay in his strong embrace for just a little while longer. Henry brought me a peace I'd never experienced before, a calming to the storm that was my heart and mind. It was him who gave me hope for the future. Henry's presence was what had made me start to believe I had nothing to fear. Once he was gone, I had to be my own person again, without his medicine to make me feel safe. He was my light in the darkness, my lone star in an otherwise empty sky, the only flower in my stormy meadow.
Henry must have sensed my anxiety because he pulled me as close as I could possibly be. His body molded with mine, our heartbeats matching as one. Our breaths came and went in unison, and our forms shared heat. I had never let another human being this close to me, never let anyone inside my head like he had been, but he was so different. I'd never had a person in my life who had my best interests at heart, even if society viewed what he was about to do as morally wrong. Henry was an ominous soul, incredibly similar to my own, but there was a bizarre honor to what he was about to do.
