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Blaze

Why the fuck is she running again?

We’ve already played this game and it’s really starting to piss me off. I caught her the first time she ran. We both know I’ll catch her again. I wish she’d just stop for a damn minute and think this through.

She’s the one who brought me back. She asked for this, and now she’s going to fucking run from me?

I don’t think so.

It’s not like I’m asking for her help to kill a good person. Donavan is a prick. He also has a ton of skeletons in his closet. Me being one of them.

It’s time for the world to be rid of him, and Ripley is just the person to help me with that. I have it all planned out. I’ve had plenty of time to plot my revenge during my time in solitude. But none of this works if I can’t get this stunning creature on board.

Maybe I can dick-notize her. That’s a thing, right? I’ll kill two birds with one stone. I get to fuck someone for the first time in a decade, and she’ll be so love drunk off my cock that she’ll agree to whatever I say.

Seems pretty fool-proof to me.

I take off after her, darting through the cemetery as I try not to lose track of her. It’s really fucking annoying that I’m technically a ghost, but I can’t just teleport to her or some shit like that. What’s the point of being brought back from the dead if I don’t have any cool magical powers?

Ripley darts to the left and I know she’s trying to leave the graveyard. We aren’t at that part of the game yet, so I can’t let that happen.

“Ripley,”

I call out to her, and I see the falter in her steps. She’s so affected by me and my voice. It does things to me that I can’t explain.

I’ve had crowds of thousands of fans cheering for me or professing their love for me, but all this tiny little goth temptress has to do is bat her lashes when I speak, and I’m ready to fucking devour her. Throw her to the ground and find out how she tastes. See how much of my cock she can take between those pretty painted lips. Watch her cunt stretch around my thick cock.

And….I’m fucking hard.

At least I know my dick still works. That would be a damn tragedy if I came back from the afterlife and couldn’t fuck this chick who went through all of the trouble to get me here.

From the moment the fog cleared and she came into view, I was hooked. Intrigued by her black painted lips and the way her sapphire eyes pop underneath her dark eye makeup. The deep plunge of her neckline exposing the trail of porcelain skin between her breasts stained with the crimson liquid from her sacrifice. The thigh high slits in her dress, showing off her shapely legs with every step she takes.

She’s a dark angel. A fucking gothic goddess. I need to tear the sheer black fabric from her body and reveal every curve and valley.

Time works differently in the afterlife, but I’ve been deprived of a hot, tight cunt for far too long. I’m going to fucking ruin her, and I’ll enjoy every second of it. I hope she screams when I fill her for the first time.

The thought of feeling her tighten around my length, and the cries of passion and pain that she’ll scream out into the night, has my heart racing as I pick up my pace, quickly catching up to her. I don’t try to remain quiet as I get closer. I want her to hear me coming. Know that I’m about to catch her.

I want her to be afraid of me. I’ve always been a sick fuck. The media gave explicit details of how the bodies were discovered by police before they found me and killed me. She knows what I’m capable of.

I wonder if she’s afraid she’ll end up like all those other women. Left in a field, bare and lifeless in the middle of an altar of bones and blood.

Honestly, the thought of killing her hasn't crossed my mind. I’m grateful she brought me back. And I’m fucking ecstatic that she’s also sexy as sin.

I’m mere feet from her. All I need to do is push a little harder, then I’ll be able to grip onto those long black strands and yank her back to me.

“Ripley,”

I taunt her, and she falters again, slowing down exactly as I expected her to. My hand wraps around her dark locks, and she screams in pain as I pull her back to me. She stumbles, losing her balance, and we both fall to the ground. She’s on top of me, her back to my front.

Ripley attempts to scramble away from me, but she’s not fast enough. Gripping the back of her throat, I hold her in place as I roll us, firmly pressing her cheek into the mud once I’m straddling her ass. She struggles against my hold but just barely. It’s as though she doesn’t really want to be free of me.

“Oh, Ripley,”

I hum, leaning down to whisper the words against her ear.

“Do you like when I chase you, my Little Sire? Did that make you wet for me? Shall I check?”

She’s shaking her head, but the filthy whimper that passes her lips when I rock my erection between her ass cheeks says otherwise. Ripley is a dirty girl. She’s getting turned on by a known serial killer, who also happens to be dead. She might be just as sick and twisted as I am.

With one hand still forcing her head down, I reach behind me and bunch the gauzy fabric to reveal her gorgeous round ass. She’s completely bare beneath her dress, and I groan.

“Fuck,”

I whisper as I caress the soft skin, desperate to mark it. Needing to see it turn a beautiful shade of red when I bring my hand down on it in a harsh slap, I do just that, and she moans when my palm connects with her ass.

“If you weren’t wet before, I know you are now.”

I trail my hand over the clear handprint and laugh when she jumps at the contact. On instinct, her legs spread for me as I dip between them, but not before I feel her slick arousal on her inner thighs. She’s making a fucking mess.

“See…I knew I’d find you soaked for me, my dirty little slut,”

I bite out the words as I thrust two thick fingers into her pussy. Ripley tries to buck against the invasion, but I’m still straddling her. She has nowhere to go. She’s completely at my mercy, and it’s making me wild.

“This cunt is so tight. I’m going to tear you apart when I fuck you.”

Ripley’s attempting to rock her hips, and I’m not sure if she’s still pretending that she wants to break free from my hold or if she’s trying to fuck herself on my fingers. Either way, she’s getting off on it. The mixture of her breathy moans and the way her pussy grips my fingers is more than enough encouragement to keep going, but I’m not a monster.

Some sort of undead ghost or zombie? Yes. A murderer? Also, yes. But, I’m not fucking this girl until she tells me she wants it.

“Tell me, Little Sire, do you want that? Do you want me to bury my fat cock in this tight little hole until you’re screaming so loud you wake the dead?”

Her instant nodding makes me smile, but it’s not enough.

“You need to say the words, or I’m going to stop. So, I’m going to ask again…do you want my cock, baby?”

“Yes!”

Ripley cries out her agreement just as her orgasm hits and her pussy pulses, gripping my fingers.

“Oh fuck, yes. I want it.”

“Such a dirty good girl.”

I slide my fingers from her still spasming cunt and bring them to my mouth. Ignoring her protest at the loss of my touch, I suck her release off my glistening digits. I hum,

“You taste so fucking good.”

The taste of her juices on my tongue stokes the fire I’ve felt burning for this girl since the second she brought me back to this world. In a flash, my hold on her head and my weight keeping her in place are gone. I know she isn’t going to run again. She wants this as much as I do. Fucking needs it like I do.

“Hips up,”

I command her as I undo my pants in a rush. Not wanting to waste more time, I shove them down to mid thigh before kneeling behind her. Ripley does as instructed, going up on her knees until her exposed pussy is on full display for me. She doesn’t lift her head, keeping her cheek still firmly pressed into the dirt where I put it.

Underneath all the dark makeup, Ripley has an air of innocence to her. I honestly believed that she would reject all my advances. Fuck, am I happy I was wrong.

I take hold of my cock with a firm grasp, dragging my hand up and down the length as I stare at her shaking lengths, damp inner thighs, and pretty pink cunt. My fist isn’t doing a damn thing to relieve the ache.

“Please,”

she whimpers.

“Fucking beg for it,”

I grit through clenched teeth. She’s so fucking sexy. I don’t need her to bed, but I want to hear her sultry voice plead for me to fill her.

“I want to hear you.”

“Please fuck me.”

Her ass sways from side to side, trying to entice me. She’s crazy if she thinks I need more convincing.

“I want you to ruin me.”

In the back of my mind, I know that I shouldn’t be doing this. I have too much to do before the veil snaps back into place, and I’m sent back to whatever hell I’ve been in for the past decade. But I can’t stop myself. I need to feel her wet heat wrap around my dick.

Inching closer, I notch the fat head of my cock at her entrance, and we both moan at the contact. I’m not even inside her yet, but I can already feel how hot she is.

All it takes is one hard thrust, and I’m bottoming out in her cunt. She screams my name into the empty cemetery and claws at the grass and mud near her hands.

I glance down where we connect, where her cunt is stretching around me, and I groan. She’s so fucking tight, gripping me tighter than any cunt of fist before her. She’s searing the skin on my cock with her heat. Losing control, I grab hold of her hips, and fuck mercilessly. Savagely. Her inner walls constrict around me, harder and tighter with each violent thrust.

“Blaze. Fuck, Blaze.”

The more she cries out my name, the harder I rut into her. The sound of skin slapping together mixes with her cries and my grunts. It’s a symphony of erotic sounds, and I fucking love it.

Her black painted nails dig into the ground as she slams back into me with every thrust. Even in the cool October weather, beads of sweat form on her skin, and I want to lick every single one of them. Each breath comes out more ragged than the last, but my dirty little slut doesn’t stop rocking her hips.

My fingers bite into the skin at her hips, slamming her over and over again onto my thick length. She’s writhing before me, walls tightening, and my Little Sire is going to come. I can fucking feel it.

“Look at me,”

I growl the words.

My obedient Ripley finally lifts her head from the ground, arching her back so she can look over her shoulder. She meets my gaze, and the last string of my sanity snaps. I fuck into her with and urgency I’ve never known before, feeding off of her sinful cries of pleasure.

“Come for me.”

I command her, and she does. Her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back as she loses herself in the throws of her full body orgasm. Her cunt grips me, making it difficult to move inside her, but I’m determined to fuck her though this orgasm.

She’s fucking stunning when she comes. Allowing the pleasure to claim her every sense.

My own release creeps up as I watch her. Balls tightening, breath choppy, I maintain my ruthless pace, fucking into her as I fill her with hot ropes of my cum.

I slow my movements, enjoying the subtle flutters against my sensitive dick as her orgasm subsides. I’m not ready to leave her perfect pussy yet. So when her legs finally give out, and she falls to the ground, I follow her, continuing my slow, deep thrusts.

Ripley hums her approval at the leisurely pace I’m maintaining.

Why can’t I get enough of this girl? My dick is still rock solid, and I could probably pick her up and fuck her against a tree if I didn’t have shit to do right now. I’ll revisit that thought later.

“I can’t breathe,”

Ripley whispers from beneath me, and I laugh. I was waiting for her to say something, and I wasn’t going to move until she needed me to get off.

Slowly, I roll off her, moving to my back beside her. She follows my movement, rolling away from me until she’s looking up at the dark, star-filled sky, chest still heaving with her deep breathing. I watch her tits rise and fall through the mesh fabric. I’m too tired to move, but I want to see her bare pale breasts.

Later — I know I’ll want her again before I’m sent back…wherever I came from. There’s no way I’m not going to take advantage of everything I can while I’m walking this earth. Fucking this gorgeous goth angel as many times as she’ll allow me to dragging a knife across Donavan’s fucking neck are top on my priority list.