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Cole: Valentines Day Evening 2025

I sit back on the couch and stare at her. She’s beautiful. We’ve done what we always do after a kill, we bathe together and now we’ll fuck. I’ll make love to her, and I’ll fuck her. We both need it, the fucking but she also needs the loving part. The being held and honestly, I don’t mind it. I’ve never really liked it with any previous partners. With her though, I’m starting to crave intimacy, the being seen.

She stares at me, in that way where I have no idea what is going on inside of her head and probably don’t want to. Before she can say anything, I decide to have a little fun with her. My cock is aching for her, hard and solid. I adjust myself in my trousers and she watches me. Never missing anything, those dark eyes that are vast like voids, a portal into some hell dimension.

“If you want, we can get the strap-on,” I tease and I don’t even know if she has a strap-on. Her eyes widen for a moment, and I panic because as much as I’ve thought about it. Can I relax enough to let her fuck me like that?

I’ve taken her ass so many times these past few weeks. Seeing the way that delicate little hole has split and spread wide for my cock as I’ve sunk into her time after time. The vision assaults me now and I almost come in my pants at the idea. The feeling of it. I’ve seen how much pleasure she takes in her ass. I've spread those gorgeous cheeks and sunk my face into them, licking and kissing her asshole like it was the first water offered to a man succumbing to dehydration… Would it feel like that for me? Would she make me moan and experience something I’ve never felt before?

She opens her mouth, and I move on a little, pushing her because fuck, I almost want her to attack me. Provoking a deranged serial killer might not be my smartest move but I can't help it. She’s beautiful and insane and I love her. “Or I could pretend to be dead for you.”

Her eyes do widen a little more at that. She shuts down her expressions quickly though, not letting me see how much she likes that idea. Crazy psycho bitch. People were right, but so wrong about her. They have no idea.

It did disgust me to begin with, I can't lie and say that I fell in love with that part. Necrophilia is weird and gross, and she knows it too. I do love her though, so I’ve chosen to accept her as she is, weird ass kinks and all.

I’m joking but also not really, I want to please her and the desire to do weird sex things with her has overwhelmed me ever since we first opened up and started talking like that with one another. The sex is unlike anything I had ever experienced with anyone else. It’s better than I know I’ll ever experience again. There will be nothing for me after her. I don’t dare to think about what would happen if she was no longer in my life. It’s unbearable.

“I could pretend to be dead, lie down and be very still for you. Try not to react” That will be hard, not reacting to her beautiful round breasts bouncing as she fucks me? How can I not worship her? Cry out at the sight of them bouncing . It’s the bouncing that does it for me. Always. Every time.

The left one is a little bigger than the other. Her nipples are large, a stunning dusky colour. She has stretch marks on them, and there is a scar I’ve never asked her about just underneath the right one. Also, a small scar across her chest, between her breasts. So many things about her body that are unique to her.

It’s amazing to get to know her body so intimately, so thoroughly. I love all of her, all her quirks. She comes over to me now and stands in front of me. I reach out a hand and touch her tit, the left one and give it a gentle squeeze. She stares at me, staying quiet as I do.

“Or… I could, what, paint my nails blue? Do you have blue lipstick…” I think about it and realise as much as I was joking, she DOES have blue lipstick that I’ve never seen her wear… “Wait, you do have blue lipstick, don't you?”

She climbs onto my lap and kisses me. As she has taken to doing now that I let her. It's a beautiful kiss; careful, tender and steady. Something I never thought I'd have, especially from someone who knew who and what I was. Am. She makes me who I am.

I may be a killer. A monster, but we both are. She is everything I am and more. She makes me want to be better, for her. But also, for myself.

She makes me believe in love, that it's a real, true thing that we can share together.

Nothing will ever stand in our way, we have each other and I know that we will protect each other through everything. Both of us are deadly and in love. I was at war with my rival, the Rosemond Ripper, but now that she is sitting on my lap, her lips pressed to mine. I know that this is exactly where we are both supposed to be.

“Thank you.” She says, taking her lips away from mine only enough to allow the words out. “What for?” I counter, forgetting everything and everyone except for her. That's the effect she has on me. “For accepting me as I am.” I wrap my arms around her then pull her down so that she is pressed against my chest. “I love you,” I say, as she snuggles into me closer, gripping tightly onto the back of my shirt as she does, “I know you do but thank you all the same.”

“If I die you can have my corpse”, I say, meaning it because I’d want to be with her now and even after death, if she wanted me, she could have me. Still snuggled into me, her soft voice states firmly and clearly, "I know, I would.”

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