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Luke

Seven Nation Army by SKALD

Halloween Night

S he feels so fucking good. Her pussy continues to pulse around my softening cock as she rides out the last waves of her orgasm. Through the thin walls of her tight little cunt I can feel Garett’s cock pumping out the remainder of his release. The feeling of both of them coming with me is almost too much. I shouldn’t be this fucking enraptured from the feeling of my best friend and the girl we’re out here to murder coming against my cock, but fuck if it isn’t one of the most wild experiences of my life.

He’s been stalking Celeste for weeks, trying to find a way into her life. Halloween provided him with the perfect opportunity to put the plan into motion. He plans to bring her out here and use her for his revenge. I’m just supposed to be here for support but he doesn’t know that I have plans of my own.

He might think we’re out here to kill her, but he’s got another thing coming. She’s not his to use—she’s mine, and I have no intention of letting him destroy her for his fucked up revenge scheme. I’m obsessed and if she dies tonight, any hope I have at winning over my obsession goes out the window. He might need her for his revenge scheme, but I need her more. As is, this whole plan is fucked up. Who wins over the girl of their dreams by fucking another girl, murdering her, and then framing someone else for the murder? He’s my best friend and the closest thing I’ll ever have to a brother, but his obsession has clouded his judgment. It’s time I step in.

“Are you both even real or is this just some fucked up fantasy?” my girl whispers as she lays her blindfolded head against my chest and sighs. She’s so soft and sweet—my perfect good girl.

“Who says it can’t be both, Sweetness?” I whisper into her ear. “Let me be your dark fantasy. Say you’ll be mine, baby girl, and let me be your monster.”

I’m desperate for her to say yes, for her to give in and submit to me. I have plans and they all rely on her willingly being mine.

“That’s not what this fucking is, Luke, and you know it!” Garett roars from above us as he rises to stand.

I feel my girl tense in my arms as she senses the change in energy. Garett can be a scary motherfucker when he wants to be. He’s unpredictable, unhinged, and violent. But she has nothing to fear; we will all be walking out of here in one piece tonight.

With a rough grip around her arm, Garett pulls Celeste to her feet, ripping her from my protective embrace. I can’t stop the feral growl from leaving my chest as I rise to stand opposite them, pulling up my pants as I do.

“Come on, man,” I try to reason with him. “We can find a different way.”

“There’s no fucking going back now, Luke! You agreed to this! Go get the shit from the car and let’s end this!” he roars and I can see my sweet girl visibly flinch. I don’t like that. “You know what’s at stake!” Garett’s eyes are wild and full of violence. “Remember what they did to us?”

I don’t need him reminding me. Brody, Will, and their group tortured me and others for years. Their marks still scar my body and soul, wounds that will never fully heal. I want this revenge just as much as he does. They may not have been responsible for the death of my family member, or the assault of the woman I love, like they did to Garett, but I still carry the weight of their injuries. They deserve to die. They absolutely deserve to suffer. We will take everything from them. But unlike Garett, I’m not willing to sacrifice Celeste in order to get my revenge.

My girl rips the blindfold from her face and the scrap of fabric falls to the damp ground beneath us. Her pupils are blown, her lips puffy and red, tears and makeup streaks run down her cheeks. And yet, she’s still a fucking vision. My Angel of sin and seduction.

“I know you,” she says to Garett as she assesses us. I knew he’d been stalking her but I didn’t think he’d let her see his face. That’s definitely against the rules. I fucking hate it when he breaks the rules.

Garett motions with his head for me to head out and get what we need. I really don’t want to leave her alone with him, especially when he’s in this type of mood, however I don’t think I have a choice if this is going to work. I slink back into the shadows of the trees, letting him think I headed back to the car to get the things we need to make it look like a murder and body dump. There’s no fucking way I’m headed back to the car though. I’m not letting my girl out of my sight.

“Why? Why are you doing this?” she asks with a shake in her voice. I can’t tell if she’s scared or sad. Probably both.

“Revenge.”

“What have I ever done to you?” Her voice shakes unsteadily again. I know she’s strong. She can handle this.

“It’s not what you’ve done, but who you are. I’m not a good man, Angel.” He leans down and strokes her cheek. “I’d do anything for my girl, and I mean anything. She’s everything to me. I have lied and cheated and even killed for her. But right now, someone’s keeping her from me. Someone who’s a very bad man; someone who’s hurt a lot of people. His fucking friends will get what’s coming to them but I have something special in mind for him. And you, my dear, are going to help me get my revenge and get my girl. So, as much fun as this has been, I need you out of the way. You’re here to be my sacrificial lamb.”

“I-I don’t understand. I thought I was your girl?” she chokes out and my chest flares with anger.

“I never pretended to care for you, Angel. I’m not a hero and you’re certainly not a perfect little princess. I’m a bad man and you’re a fucking dumb bitch who fell for a monster. I’m here for one thing and one thing only: destruction . Now run.”

She refuses to move. She stands on shaky legs like a lost little doe before a viscous predator.

“Let me make it exceptionally clear: you’re going to run and if I catch you, I will kill you.” He turns and walks toward a tree off to the side of the clearing, his back is to me and I start to move forward, preparing to grab my girl and run. “If Luke catches you, he will kill you.” From behind the tree he pulls something off the ground and into his hand.

Fuck.

“I’m a bad man but not an unfair one. I always give my victims an opportunity to save themselves. You’ve been running from everyone your whole life, so let’s see how good you are at it. The only way you’re getting out of here alive is if you manage to outrun us and disappear into the night.”

He approaches her again while loading the crossbow. I can physically feel my blood pressure rising, the need to protect her overriding my normal sense of self-preservation.

“If I catch you, I’ll pierce your eager little heart with an arrow. This isn’t a game. You need to understand that. I’d do anything to make her love me, even if that means sacrificing your life.”

Then she runs. Shit , she’s out of my grasp now. Running desperately over the uneven terrain, I follow my girl. I watch as her plump little ass bounces as she flees. Something feral and animalistic inside of me likes her running from me. My cock thickens in my pants as I get closer and closer to her terrified form. I want to tackle her to the ground, pin her down, and sink my cock into her tight little pussy again. I want her covered in my marks and my cum so that she never again questions who she belongs to.

She comes to a screeching halt in the middle of an outcropping of giant pines. The air is so cold that it leaves her pretty pink lips in white wisps. She’s so scared, so vulnerable, so fucking perfect.

Slinking around the back of one of the ancient tree trunks, I circle my prey. From here, I can smell her fear. She smells like roses—floral with a hint of sweetness. The smell has my mouth watering at the thought of sinking my teeth into her pale flesh. She’s shivering and cowering; I just can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips as I creep up behind her.

I swiftly wrap my arms around her torso, encircling her in my embrace. She shrieks in fear and begins to flail. She kicks and scratches at me, but I hold tight. I’m not letting her get away.

“Fuck! Stop! Stop already!” I continue to hold tightly to her while whispering in her ear, willing her to calm down. “It’s me! Stop, Sweetness.”

That seems to do the trick. She stops fighting and allows herself to just be held. I place her feet lightly on the ground, making sure she remains in my grasp where I can protect her.

“Shh. It’s okay, everything’s okay. I got you now. Just breathe with me okay?” I whisper into her ear as I lay my palm flat against her chest. I push down and up lightly, helping to guide her breathing.

It’s a trick I learned in one of the group homes. I had anxiety attacks for a while when I was first removed from my mom’s care. I’d wake up from a nightmare in a full blown panic. One of the older kids there taught me that regulating your breathing physically would force your body to calm down. It’s how I’ve regulated my anxiety ever since.

“Please don’t kill me,” she finally whispers.

How could this beauty think I would want to harm her? Well, I do want her pain, but only when used to bring her pleasure. My girl seems to be a bit of a pain slut and I am more than happy to indulge her needs. Especially if those needs get me closer to my obsession. I know it might be fucked up to use one girl to win over a second, but I’m determined to have them both. My Sweetness and my Flower will both be mine, no matter what.

Spinning her swiftly, I move to cup her face between my palms. She scans my face, looking for something. I want to comfort her, but that’s not something I’m used to doing. I’m more of a fuck buddy than a boyfriend. But for her—for them—I will be whatever they need.

“You’re mine, Sweetness. Your pleasure, your pain, your fear, your submission is all mine. And I take good care of what’s mine.” I bring my lips to hers in a bruising kiss, hoping to convey all the things I don’t and can’t say with words. She gasps and I use the opportunity to slip my tongue between her ruby lips. I plunder her mouth with a possessive fury.

Then another arrow whizzes past our heads, hitting the tree beyond us with a deafening thud. Splinters of wood fly through the air and she screams as she clings tightly to me. She spins instinctively but I hold her firmly against me.

“Luke, you knew what she was from the start.” Garett approaches with the crossbow pointed directly at us.

“I know that was the plan, but I have a new one,” I inform him. “You’re going to give her to me.”

Garett laughs. He shouldn’t laugh. I’m not fucking kidding. I hold my girl securely, refusing to back down. Her bare ass rubs against my already hardened cock and I can’t help but grind into her. I know that now is really not the time for this, but I can’t help the way my body reacts to her. There’s a pull between us that is undeniable. I want to crawl under her skin and wrap myself around her soul.

“She’s not yours to keep, Luke. We need her dead for the rest of this plan to work. You know that.”

“No,” I inform him as my hand moves down Celeste’s body to her needy little pussy, stroking her lightly. “You need her gone, not dead.”

I pull her flush against my body, letting her feel how hard she makes me even in the face of danger. Her pussy dampens and I can’t help myself. My need for her is fucking endless. I roughly slip two fingers in her tight little cunt, letting her walls throb around them. My fingers quickly drip with her arousal and the cum I just pumped into her tight pussy. She gaps and the desperate little sound is the only confirmation I need that she wants this.

Garett watches with rapt attention and his anger slowly melts as he watches my sweet little thing writhe on my fingers. She moans when I bring my thumb to her clit and flick the hardened nub. He licks his lips and smirks as he watches the show we’re putting on for him.

“She does seem to be desperate for your cock, brother. It would be a shame to waste such a submissive little slut,” my best friend croons as he watches me finger fuck our little captive. My own cum mixed with her leaking desire drips down my hand as I add a third finger and curve them against her bundle of nerves in her inner walls. “What’s this plan then? How can she be gone and not dead?”

“Let me keep her. Let me take her and make her my good little pet,” I suggest as I feel her walls flutter around me. My little slut is close already. “She’ll be a good little girl for me, won’t you, Sweetness?” I lick a path up her neck, tasting the potent mix of her fear and desire.

She moans but doesn’t respond and that just won’t do. My other hand snakes through her black hair and pulls her head back sharply. “You will answer your master when I address you. Is that clear, pet?”

She looks between myself and Garett for a moment, assessing her options. I don’t like her hesitancy. I need her submission.

“Yes, Sir,” she manages to choke out between breathy moans.

I release her hair and bring my hand down to her neck. I’ll have to get my pet a collar, but for now a hand necklace will have to do. I squeeze enough to leave a mark but not enough to choke her out completely. Her eyes bulge slightly in fear and fuck if that fear isn’t the most exquisitely sinful thing I’ve ever seen. I want it all from this girl—her fear, her pleasure, her pain, her submission, her desire.

Garett steps up in front of us, bringing his hand up to her throat along with mine. We squeeze her throat together, dragging her to the brink of unconsciousness. His other hand moves to his zipper as he opens his pants and lets his hardened cock spring free. The piercing at the end glimmers in the moonlight. Our hands touch around Celeste’s throat while he uses his other hand to fuck himself. Together, the three of us grunt and moan as we all chase our release. Garett’s eyes find mine and I can’t stop myself from looking down, watching him fuck himself as we bring our little Angel to the brink of ecstasy.

Garett leans into her and whispers to her, “You never answered him, Celeste. You’re either dead for my desires or captive to his. What’s it going to be, Angel?”

“I want to be a good little pet for my master,” she manages to answer between pleasured moans as I grind my fingers against her G-spot, demanding her release. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be your good girl and do whatever you ask of me. I’m ready to submit.”

Garett’s nostrils flare as he watches her give in. He looks back up to me as he squeezes tighter around her throat. “That’s it brother, keep fucking your filthy little slut. I want to watch her eyes as she falls from your ecstasy into my darkness. Our own little fallen Angel coming all over your hand while she passes out.”

I bring my thumb back to her clit and flick it furiously. I squeeze her throat dangerously tight as my girl falls over the edge, her entire body spasms as her pussy constricts around my fingers. She tries to cry out into the night but we’re holding her throat too tightly. Garett is the next to finish, an animalistic noise echoing off the trees around us as he fucks himself through his own release.

And then my girl goes limp, collapsing completely. I catch her before she falls to the ground. I pick her up in my arms and hold her against my chest protectively.

“She’s your problem now,” Garett informs me as he tucks his spent cock back into his jeans and zips them up. “But no one can catch a glimpse of her. She has to completely disappear for this to work,” he warns me.

I nod in acknowledgment. I understand the plan. Celeste will disappear, we will frame Brody for her presumed murder, then Garett will swoop in and steal Brody’s wife. Brody will spend the remainder of his days rotting in prison, having to know that the man he wronged is enjoying his wife. A fate worse than death—rotting away and watching the life you dreamed of stolen away by someone else. Brody doesn’t deserve a quick death after everything he has done.

What Garett doesn’t know is that I have plans of my own. Plans that involve using Celeste and her disappearance to lure a sweet little pink-haired beauty into my trap. They may not be ready to admit that they need each other, but by the time this is over, they’ll both be mine. And they’ll both be each others. The three of us were meant to be. Garett’s plan might be the work of an unhinged psycho, but it has led me to the two women who have claimed my every waking thought, so I can’t complain.

I lay a chaste kiss against Celeste’s forehead and begin to walk her back to the car. “Let’s get you home, Sweetness.”