Royal Black Jack ( Lesbian Stories) (GirlxGirl)

The End of the Beginning

Laying there looking up at the darkened ceiling, I feel the arms draped around me. It's become a pattern, the same thing, every day for the past, year, two? I've lost count. I let out a sigh subconsciously pulling her closer.

"What's on your mind tonight Knight?" Running my fingers through her long black hair, lacing my fingers in her warmth. We are not together, we just provide each other with the needed company that has been stripped from us at the beginning. We both know one day it will end. And one day, one of us will die or kill the other, but for now, we are content. That's all we can be.

"Knight?" She shifts her body, now leaning above me, both her hands on either side of my head. Her long black hair fell around her, surrounding her face and mine. Her pale complexion is one I could never understand. How can such a beautiful person, be here? Well, we are demons after all.

She leans down rubbing her naked body with mine, pressing her lips to mine. I hate these kinds of kisses. The ones that feel sweet, and full of emotions. We don't have room for emotions. I don't want her comfort all I care about is the warmth of another body, whether that be by sex or the blood of someone dying in my arms.

She lifted her head, looking down on me, hurt seemed to flicker in her eyes. She knows she can have me, but only my body. I had given my heart away long before we came here. Only one person can have my heart and she . . ., I don't know, it has been too long. Plus I am no longer capable of loving in this form.

She lets out a painful sigh, closing her eyes. She has done this before, and like every other time, when she opens her eyes, the pain will be replaced with mischief, and we will either go at it again, or she will leave my side.

This time, she went with the latter. Licking down my chest, running her nails down my chest I let myself feel the body of another. Biting down on my nipple leaving another bruise, wrapping her hand around my throat choking me. With the bliss of pain running through my body, I can feel the blood dripping down my chest. I don't care, it will be healed in the morning.

Something told me tho, there would be no morning, this was the last night. Exerting my body upwards I role her over pinning her beneath me. Latching my teeth into her neck. I run my nails up her thigh, sliding my other hand inside her.

Wet, dripping in pleasure. I have more stamina than her, yet she always tries to keep up with me. Plunging my fingers deeper into her warmth, her body shaking. Taking a grip of my long curly hair she pulls in blissful pleasure. Here we don't cut our hair, at least not the females, I'm not sure why a memory perhaps of our life before we came here, a reminder of the past. Her body arching as she comes all over my hand. I never understood how she could come so easily, but I might just be that good at it, who knows.

Going down on her body I let myself savor the flavor: sweet, salty, metallic. I draw her blood again, I've learned to crave blood. The taste is addicting, but watching it run . . . much more so. She places her leg on my shoulder pulling my face deeper into her. All my senses were filled with only her. That's why we do this. To forget the cage we live in, yet we never try to escape, even tho we can. 

Her ragged breath radiates through her body, I can hear her heartbeat pounding against her chest cavity. She flips me over, sitting on my face. I run my tongue deep inside her, sliding my hand up her backside, pulling back, and slapping her ass hard. The sound of her yelp brings pleasure to my ears. I wonder what she would look like when I kill her. I will be the one to kill her.

Again I smack her ass, this time she came in my mouth, I have only released once this entire night, but that is to be expected. I feel her legs shake as she removes herself from above me, sliding down so we are face to face. She ravishes me with a deep kiss. Fighting me for dominance, I win. It is odd, before I came here I use to be the one on the receiving end. But that was so long ago, none of us here are the same. 

Released from her lips I allow myself a human emotion. Raising my hand I stroke her face with the utmost care and love I could muster. If it had been any other world I might have given her my heart. May even let her lay claim to me. She gave a slight smile, pain in her eyes. She could tell to, tonight was the last. So a little special treatment wouldn't hurt.

Reaching over the edge of the bed, she grabs a blanket throwing it up into the air so it would fall on top of us. She lays on top of me, her head resting over where a beating organ lay under my skin. All it does is supply black blood through my system. I lost my 'heart' to women in my dreams, which was lost when I died.

"Tonight it ends doesn't it?" Her voice was tired. We don't need much sleep, but tonight I have drained her and myself.

"Yes, can't you sense them? They are moving." I close my eyes taking in a deep breath listening to the world around me. Hurried footsteps all around. There is danger afoot, but it won't truly come until dawn. I wonder what the moon looks like tonight. Was it red with anticipation of the impending doom? Or was it a dark sky, moonless to allow the darkness to engulf everything this place stood for?

"What will you do when it comes? You never did tell me." She was tracing light circles on my chest. The beginning, so long ago, will end soon. What comes after the end I wonder? What has happened on the outside of these walls these past 4 . . . 5 years, I've lost count?

"You know well enough your highness." Her name is Queen, she was the twelfth one here. We all were given different names than our own, depending on the number carved into our skin. I am thirteen.  Of the original thirteen, we were given names based on a deck of cards. But I was called Knight instead of King. Because the man who obtained us retained that right. Which resulted in more suffering for me. Because the others, in the beginning, would call me king in front of him.  Oh how it made his blood boil, then that boiling liquid would take pleasure in seeing me in endless pain.

"Do you plan to kill him when it starts?" She was almost asleep, soon I would be too.

"You, I, and everyone else knows very well he is not here." I let out a sigh, closing my eyes I let the world around me go dark. He brought us here, created us. I will kill him, remove his head from his shoulders after I torture him as he did me, but much slower and more painfully.  Tomorrow I will set the world ablaze.