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Chapter 5

Cupid's Arrow

P acing around one of those pharmacy stores, I pull my phone out to check if she’s texted me back. Nothing. Just my text:

Osiris:

Hey. It’s me, Osiris. From the hotel. Missed you this morning. What are you up to today?

I grab a soda and candybar before heading to the register. When the kid rings me in, her voice shakes as she tells me the total. “Th—that will be… ah.. f–four dollars and sixty-two cents... Please.” The fuck is her problem.

When I look down to shift my shirt and reach in my pocket for my wallet, I notice that my shirt is completely covered in blood from the priest. Oh… yeah, that makes sense. I grab my wallet, pull out a five dollar bill, and gently glide it across the counter. “It’s not polite to stare,” I deadpan. Her hand shakes like she has spiders in her hair before grabbing the five and fumbling with the register. “Keep the change,” I say and walk out. I’m not in the mood to kill anyone right now. I’m waiting for my baby to text me. I smirk at myself. This is wild.

I crack open the soda and let the carbonation burn my throat on its way down. As I twist the cap back on, my phone dings in my pocket, and I nearly drop everything trying to rip it from my pants.

Jess:

Hey big boy. I was hoping I would hear back from you. Last night was fucking amazing.

Other than work, nothing. Why? You want a rematch? ;)

Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how badly I need you back in my arms, how much I need to feel my cock raw, buried in a hole that I didn't cut into you myself. Fuck. Play it cool, O.

Osiris:

There you are. I was beginning to think I texted the wrong number or maybe you thought I was bad in bed so you gave me the wrong one…

Jess:

OMG NO. Not at all. I… I had an amazing time with you. Honestly, I was really hoping you weren’t going to do what most guys do and wait a week to message me. I would really like to see you again, if that’s ok?

I don’t know what most guys do, but if that’s it, they are fucking idiots. This girl is incredible. She makes my heart actually beat, which is something it hasn’t done in decades. I can feel weird tingles in my stomach up to my chest. What… is that feeling? And… am I smiling??? I am… I am smiling at my phone. What the fuck….

Osiris:

I would love that.

What I meant to say was… you.

Jess:

Yay! I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, O. Something about you is just so... dark and mysterious.. so captivating. Also you fuck like a bull and my pussy misses you too!

I love how she can be sweet and filthy in the same message. Can this girl be any more perfect? There’s just no way. Murder used to be my obsession. It used to be my purpose. Not anymore, pretty girl. You’re my new reason for existing on this earth. And even though you don’t know it yet, I would happily slaughter the entire human race just to be next to you.

Osiris:

Send me your address and I'll come over right now to remind you who that pussy belongs to.

My cock throbs as she sends me a bunch of water emojis followed by her address. I want to hurt this woman but not in the way that I’ve done for years and years. I want to hurt her in the most pleasurable way—a way that leaves her gasping for air because she came so hard, not because I was stabbing pin holes in her lungs until they fill with fluid. I want her scratching at my back because it feels euphoric, not out of desperation to survive. I want the warm, juicy walls wrapped around my cock to be her willing cunt, not a fist full of her bloody entrails. In fact…. as delightful as all the brutality sounds, I actually want the other stuff more. I shake my head to try and bring myself back to reality. My reality. But… maybe this can be my new reality? Fuck. Father was so fucking wrong. I am capable of loving something other than death. I am not fucking worthless. She likes me, maybe even loves me. I smirk at my phone before I hit the lock button and tuck it back into my pocket. After tonight—the way I am going to fucking ruin her, smash her into a million jagged shards, and then piece them all back together—there will be no maybe about it. You will love me, my darling.

* * *

The crickets sing their song as I walk the route to her house. Making a pit stop to get a new shirt along the way, I can’t very well show up soaked in the blood of a holy man. That’d just be silly. While I am in the store—I don’t know the name but it has red dots everywhere—I am able to use the bathroom to wash my hands, face, cock, and ass. Imagine the surprise on the guys’ faces when they walk in to see me with one foot up on the sink and my long, flaccid cock resting on the cold porcelain as I get myself clean and ready for tonight's adventure. If I hadn’t just stolen a brand new shirt that wasn’t covered in blood and murder, I would have meticulously ripped their eyeballs from the sockets and fashioned a string of anal beads out of them—just a little romantic gift for my darling to say ‘I love you.’ But my reflection in the mirror—as I wash the priest off my cock—says maybe not just yet. Next year .Maybe I’ll make a whole theme park out of people like them. A boy can dream.

I stand on the sidewalk, the moon reflecting light down onto me, as I analyze her house. Rarely ever do I travel so exposed like this. This woman is changing me. And I am about to return the fuckin’ favor.

As I approach, I make mental notes of the windows, trees surrounding the house, and neighbors. I even take a quick walk to the back to locate any side or back doors. I may be smitten, but I’m not fucking stupid. I need to know all points of entry, just in case.

Once I get myself acclimated and commit the visual layout of the exterior to memory, I walk up to the door and give it a gentle knock. There’s only a moment of silence before I hear footsteps making their way to the door. Even her footsteps are cute. I smirk as I hear the lock flip and the handle twist.

As the door opens, the moonlight paints her flesh in the most gorgeous, pale light—illuminating her in a way that makes her look like a living work of art. I’ve created many masterpieces of pain and death, but all of it falls flat in comparison to her immaculate beauty. How am I worthy of this? Her smile syphons the greeting I had been rehearsing the entire walk right out of my throat. Her hooded eyes demolish my walls like two gorgeous wrecking balls, and all that dominant, tough-guy, big-man bullshit I was thinking when I made the plan to come ruin her pours out of me faster than blood from a bullet hole.

“I…. um… Hey.” Nailed it, Osiris. Jess giggles, clearly witnessing my mental collapse at the mere stunning sight of her.

“Hey.” She giggles before pinching her bottom lip with her teeth. “Come inside.” She takes my hand and guides me over the threshold and into her home. This is quite literally the first home I’ve ever entered with a knowing invitation. The first one I haven't broken into just to mutilate the occupants and see how many fresh wounds I could fuck before I came in one, because what the fuck else is there to do on a Tuesday night?

“This is the living room. Kitchen is over there. It’s not much, but… it’s cozy, and it’s mine so…” she smiles as she gives me a slow tour of the place. I continue drawing my mental map of her home as we wander around. “So…” She breathes out, simultaneously patting the sides of her hips with her hands.

I tilt my head to one side a little, raising an eyebrow and giving her a smirk as she looks up my body and rests on my eyes. I take a step toward her, invading her personal space, and the air she sucks into her mouth is a mix of excitement and fear. She sidesteps a little, placing herself between me and a nice clean wall.

“I ah… Sorry. I don’t know why I’m a little nervous. Maybe it’s because I don’t have the liquid courage in me that I had the night we met. Do you… Do you want a dri—” My hand clasping around her throat pinches the words off as I force her body back against the wall with ease. The thud her body makes sounds like thunder in the quiet house. The look in her eyes tells me that it also brought heavy rain down into her panties.

“The only thing I came here to drink is you, darling. So, you have five fucking seconds to show me where the bedroom is before I spend all night teasing you so bad that I’ll be able to wring out your panties into my mouth,” I growl in her face, and her neck suddenly feels heavier in my hand. My aggressive tone must have weakened her ability to stand for a moment, and my cock swells. Tiny gasps and faint whimpers are all that can escape from those fuckable lips.

Once she is able to find her legs, she leads me to the bedroom and stands at the foot of her bed with wide eyes—my precious darling, waiting for instructions. “Everything off,” I command as I watch her. My heart beats harder in my chest as she becomes more and more naked before my eyes, slowly unveiling a work of art. Her nipples are two pebbles mounted perfectly on her round breasts. Her skin practically begging for my touch. Her thighs are ready to be ripped apart to expose that perfect little pussy she has hidden between them. I feel my hunger take over. I just need to remember: fuck her, don’t kill her.

I charge towards her vulnerable body and wrap her in my arms as we collide. Crouching down, I slam my lips against hers as one arm hooks around her lower back and the other snakes up her neck into her scalp. Lifting her off the ground, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, returning the passionate kiss. A kiss that screams at my heart that I am wanted. It begs my darkened thoughts to lay down and die because I am no longer worthless. A kiss that says I mean everything to her, the way she means everything to me.

A mighty growl rolls from my chest and off my tongue, echoing into her mouth. She returns my call with the sweetest whimper and a tightening grip of her arms and legs. Fuck… I need more.

The hand I have wrapped in her hair tightens and forces her mouth off mine. We both gasp for air like the idea of breathing was an afterthought to our passionate embrace. With all my might I slam her down onto the bed, her tits bounce from the impact. The force hiccups an adorable squeak out of her mouth followed by a giggle. This is the strangest yet best feeling—throwing someone around that isn't screaming for help, isn’t bleeding from multiple stab wounds.

Before I can do it myself, she grabs her legs and pulls them back. “Please, Osiris… I need you to taste me. I fucking need that tongue in pussy. Please?” Her begging gives me a rush of horny aggression, and it takes everything in me not to hurt her. I shake the image of me sitting her ass on my knee and forcing her legs open so hard the bones pop out of their sockets and dangle from her broken body. No. Stop. We love her. That’s not what we do to people we love. Right?

Kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, I slap my hands on her inner thighs, eliciting a hiss of pain from her lips as I drag my fingernails down her tender skin. Slowly continuing their descent, my hands make their way under her ass cheeks where I lift her a little bit. I lean in and slowly inhale, starting at her asshole and working my way up her center. I need to breathe in her scent and commit it to memory as the most delicious fragrance to ever grace my senses.

Another giggle trickles out of her mouth as she feels my beard gently brush against her slick pussy lips. Her arousal is not only in the air but very visibly coating her. I move back down, but this time, instead of inhaling, I extend my tongue and press it to her asshole and begin to drag it up. Licking her slow so my tongue can identify the different textures of her skin—from the tiny folds of her asshole to the wet, silky smoothness of her pussy as my tongue dips inside her, her lips hugging my tongue as it climbs up her clit feeling the skin get thicker on her hood, and then ending at the light squish of her mound. I let out a moan as I pull my tongue back in my mouth and swallow her essence. “You’re the most delicious fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” I moan as I look up at her from between her legs. “But I know you have more in there to give me. So, I am going to lick and finger fuck this perfect pussy until you give me everything you got. Don’t you dare hold back on me. Do you understand?” I wait for her to acknowledge, and when she nods, I smile and go to work.

My tongue whips her clit—quick lashes up and down, giving her varying degrees of pressure until her body tells me just what she likes. Pulling my right hand out from under her asscheek, I brush the middle knuckle of my middle finger up and down the length of her pussy, saturating it in her natural lubricant before I turn my hand palm up and glide my finger inside her hole. Her whimpers quickly ascend to moans as I slide my finger in and out, curling inside to massage that smooth fleshy spot that makes her clench around me.

I suck on her clit a little, delivering that little bit of pain that I can tell she likes. My darling is so fucking perfect for me, even if she doesn’t know it, yet. Switching back to flicking my tongue on her, I begin hammering my finger into her pussy hard. As her moans get louder so do my growls against her. My rough beard scratches her soft cunt as I lick her with unwavering ferocity. “Feed me. Feed me your fucking cum,” I demand. Her back arches, forcing her pussy down on my hand and pressing her clit harder against my tongue as she wails.

There is a split second of silence before I taste the rushing flow of warm liquid spurting from her body. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she cries out. The liquid stops, and I use the hand still under her ass cheek to dig my fingers in so hard they most definitely will leave bruises.

“NO! Don’t you fuckin’ stop. Don’t you fuckin’ dare. You give me EVERYTHING.” My tone is more than threatening as I go back to feasting on her pussy. I hear her take in a deep breath, followed by the feeling of her pushing so hard my finger is almost forced out of her slick cunt. The rush of liquid is far more substantial—a blast that would make most shower heads jealous. My tongue flicks the stream like a lawn sprinkler that distributes the water everywhere. Her squirt is not only filling my mouth and splashing my face but also spraying back onto her and up her body. The force with which she pushes just so she can obey me, also comes with the most delicious-sounding fart from her asshole. In one fluid movement, my finger pulls out of her as my tongue swipes down in time to feel the tail end of it on my tongue.

Her legs slam together as she tries to roll away. “Oh my fucking god, I’m so—” Her sentence is cut short as I grab her hips and pull her down the bed like it’s a slip ‘n slide. “I’m so—” she tries again, but my hand grabs her throat, pressing her into the mattress. Her eyes fix on mine as her lips attempt to mouth the words. My eyes are like razor blades cutting through her; her squirt drips from my beard down onto her face.

With my free hand, I unbutton my pants and rip my cock free as I get between her legs. I press my rock hard cock against her cunt, so she can feel how unbelievably solid it is before I speak. “If you were thinking about apologizing, don’t. Can you feel how fucking hard I am because of what you just did to me? The only thing you can apologize for is if that doesn't happen again,” I growl in her face, forcing her deeper into subspace than she already is for me. Leaning my body weight against her, I press my cock against her clit even harder as I reach into my pocket for a condom. “Now, you’re going to slide this condom down my cock, so I don’t have to let go of your throat. Then, I am going to fuck that pretty cunt really, really fucking hard. And you’re going to be my good fucking girl and push for me everytime you cum. Blink once if you understand.” Her eyelids flutter a little before making one confirming blink.

Taking the condom from my hand, Jess tears into the package and clumsily tries to get it on to no avail. I squeeze her throat, picking her up off the bed by the neck to bring her face closer to me. Her eyes widen as I tighten my grip. “Slow down, my darling. You’re shaking. Focus and sheathe my cock, so I can fucking destroy you.” I feel her hands stop, take a second, and, in a slow, more fluid motion, begin to roll the lubricated casing down my length. “That's my good girl,” I whisper to her. “I’d hold on to me for dear life. I promise that this is going to hurt so fucking good.”

She tilts my shaft down, and I can feel her warm entrance around my tip. I reach my hand to my mouth and gather as much saliva off my tongue as I can create and coat the latex, giving it just a little extra lubrication. Her eyelids slowly close, her brow furrowing in anticipation as I take one final, deep breath. Then, like a bolt of lightning, my cock is ramming the full length into her tight pussy as hard as I physically can. Even my powerful grip on her throat isn’t enough to mute the scream that comes out as I begin driving myself into her.

Her clit has to be on fire with the sheer force that my body is crashing into it with every thrust. I can feel my cock leaking uncontrollably within its confines as I maintain the brutal fucking. Her hands wrap around my neck and hold on like she is falling out of a moving airplane. She doesn’t have the sharpest of nails, but what she does have is digging into my flesh so hard I can feel the blood tickling its way down my spine.

Thirty seconds into the slaughter of her precious pussy, and her chin begins to lift up as the veins start to resurface on her temples. “That’s it. Fucking cum for me. Do as you’re fucking told and push.” My words blow from my mouth and straight into her body, instantly feeling her pushing around my cock as I fuck through it. I feel her juices, but no other sounds are made.

I stop my thrusting completely, almost causing us both to go a little dizzy from the abrupt halt. Her eyes shoot open as I let go of her throat. I kneel in front of her, my cock still nestled inside her silky channel; I shoot her a look of disappointment. “I…. I’m sorry. I… I’ll try harder.” The sadness in her voice nearly breaks my heart into pieces.

“Will you?” I cock my head to the side a little.

“I want to please you… I want to make you happy… I just… I’ve never really…” The embarrassment flushes her cheeks again.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, my darling. Look at me.” I pull my cock from her and sit her up in front of me, taking her face in my hands. “You are the most gorgeous creature on this wretched fucking planet, and I want to make you feel beautiful in every single way possible. That very much includes the things that you might not feel beautiful doing.” I press my forehead to hers, causing us both to close our eyes. “But I promise you, it is. Every sound, every word, every act, every fluid—no matter what hole it comes out of—is a fucking gift to me that I will cherish. Because I cherish you.” I kiss her lips, and I can physically feel the resistance and apprehension lift from her body. Fireworks explode in my chest as her tongue scribbles on mine, signing the agreement written by my heart for hers to be mine forever.

She breaks away and flips over onto her knees, laying her face down as she reaches back with both hands, filling them with the meat of her asscheeks as she spreads. Her pussy audibly gasps as air fills the hollow of her cunt that my fat cock has just carved out. I smirk as I get behind her, glancing up at her face to see her eyes closed and her bottom lip in her teeth with her own little smirk to match.

Just as I go to press my dick back inside, her right hand lets go of herself, and she stops me. “Wait… can you…” she starts.

“What, my darling?”

“Can you… take the condom off… please? I need to feel you raw inside me." The shy innocence of her voice makes me drip one last time in the condom before I rip it off my cock and throw it behind me. I spit down onto my dick—but, honestly, with how much precum had accumulated in the condom, I truly don't need it—and press the head to her entrance. A groan rumbles in my chest as I feel her true heat for the first time. But I hesitate.

As if she could read my mind, she says while grabbing her ass cheek again and spreading, “Please don’t pull out… I want you to fill me. I need all of it, Osiris…”

My eye twitches with how unbelievably fucking sexy it is to hear those words from her mouth, but not only that… this is a big fucking deal. She wants me to breed her and make her mine—using my seed to claim her womb just like her existence has claimed my heart. She may not have said the words, but by telling me to do this means more to me than if she had simply said ‘I love you.’

I slide my length in; her slick juices soak my flesh immediately as my dick forces all the air out of her. The loud queef tickles its way past my length and out against me, making me throb inside her. “Grrrrr fuck,” is all I can grumble out before I pull my hips back and slam into her again.

“Please, O. Fuck me… Please…” she begs as my pace remains painfully slow—a bitter contrast to the railing she was getting a minute prior. This is just as sweet though.

“You don’t sound desperate enough. I want to hear it in your voice that you might actually fucking die if I don’t fuck you harder. That you will slip away into eternal darkness if my cum isn't inside you soon.” I spank her ass with a mighty slap. “Fucking. Beg. For me.”

Her eyes slam shut, and I catch a glimpse of a single tear being forced out and down the side of her nose. “PLEASE, Osiris. Please, I feel like I’m suffocating. I’m so empty, so barren without you filling me.” She whimpers and takes a big breath to deliver her next words with even more intensity. “The fire inside me is burning out, baby, and I need you to fuck it back to the inferno that I feel when you don’t hold back. Make me yours, Osiris. I need to be yours.”

She lets go of her own ass and grabs the sheets above her head that's still resting on the mattress. Good fucking idea. Because those words just sealed her fucking fate.

The pounding my unprotected cock is giving her pussy makes what I did earlier look like she was getting fucked by a faint breeze. Both my hands grip her at the hips and pull back into every agonizing thrust. Each impact fucks a scream right from her throat and makes her holes just as noisy. At this point, I can’t tell which hole the sounds are coming from, and it doesn’t fucking matter because I am losing all control. I have never felt my orgasm build so ferociously in my entire life. In time with my thrusts, she screams, “I’m...” Thrust “...gonna…” Thrust “...cum!” Thrust .

And that is all it takes. My cum starts speeding out of my fiery cock like it is running from the cops. Despite how hard she is pushing for me, I rail my way through the counter pressure. Those beautiful sounds coming from her perfect holes again continue to make me even more feral. Feeling my seed inside her as I continue to fuck it deeper into her womb makes my orgasm last even longer. This is the single greatest experience of my entire life.

We collapse in our mess. The bed covered in squirt, cum, piss, and who the fuck knows what else, but absolutely neither of us cares. I yank her small frame against my chest and hold on tighter than I’ve ever held onto anything. Her hand clutches mine as she presses it to her chest, and my knuckles can feel her heart beating. It’s beating because of me. It's beating… for me. I can feel myself starting to get emotional… What… Tears? I can’t remember the last time I felt tears of anything, nevermind happiness. That isn't a thing for a piece of shit serial killer like me. My eyes start leaking, and I make sure that she stays oblivious to that fact.

Fuck, I wish you were still alive, Mom. I think you really would have liked this one. Maybe Dad would have been proud of me, too. Because she absolutely is… the one.