The sinister look on her face tells me I won’t be getting my release. The blade rests at my chin and tips my face up. I squirmunderneath her. She is stronger than she gives off. Nova scoots up my chest and straddles my shoulders. “No, I don’t think so,” she taunts. “Maybe I will if you make me come. If you don’t, maybe this pretty neck of yours will bleed for me. Then I’ll make myself come with your blood on my hand.”
She lifts her skirt, and her bare cunt hovers over my mouth. I don’t wait for her. With a firm grip on her thighs, I pull her towards me, my tongue eagerly delving into her drenched cunt. The flat of my tongue attacks the bundle of nerves as I nip and suck. I drink her in. Nova grinds against my face. Her skirt drapes over me, hiding her from my sight. My tongue plunges deep inside her, savoring her sweet cunt.
“Oh, fuck.” Nova groans. “My pretty boy can eat pussy. You’re doing such a good job.” She squeals as I take her clit in between my teeth.
Determined to get this psycho to come, just so I can get off too, is proving to be the most exhilarating pussy eating experience I have ever had. I groan into her pussy, letting the vibrations tease her clit. Her hips grind against me faster, her release close. Suddenly her skirt flips up, and I am met with her lust-filled eyes.
“I want to watch you drown.” She comes, her release has her thighs shaking, her cum soaking my face as she puts all of her weight down on me.
My vision spots from the lack of oxygen, but in this moment, I would happily die this way.
5
Nova
Despite wanting to drown him in my cunt, I raise myself off of his face. Allowing him a momentary reprieve. Desperately, Pretty Boy gasps loudly, his chest heaving as he fights to fill his lungs with air. The faint laughter of the Carnival in the distance filled the air, momentarily diverting my attention from the man writhing beneath me.
Halloween night transforms the carnival into a magical and haunting experience, with the flickering lights and laughter echoing through the night. It's always the bloodiest and most brutal. Now it’s time to add my contribution to the macabre celebrations.
Tonight, I will revel in his blood, savoring the sinful and depraved sensations that wash over me.
“Are you ready to come, pretty boy? Ready to show me how good you can make me feel with that cock of yours?” His eyes widen as he nods.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” he groans as he flips me over onto my back, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. I reach between us and unbutton his jeans, tugging them down past his firm ass.
As I gaze at his exposed flesh, anticipation courses through my veins. The carnival’s distant melodies blend with the pulsating desire within me, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. I can taste the impending darkness, the raw ecstasy that awaits me.
With a wicked grin, I guide his throbbing cock towards my eager entrance. He slams into me, igniting a fire that consumes us both. The sensations are overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. He fills me so completely, every inch of him hitting just the right spot. Each thrust pushes us deeper into the abyss of our darkest desires.
“Fuck, your cunt is so tight. It’s choking me. It’s too fucking perfect, Nova. Where has this cunt been all my life?”
His moans and my cries fill the air, harmonizing with the carnival’s eerie symphony. I don’t even have to fake it with him. This is the most I have ever felt with a victim. Yet, I still yearn to taste his blood on my lips. He surrenders to his primal instincts, indulging in the sinful pleasure that only this night can offer. Each thrust fills the air with a deep and rough sound as he desperately seeks release.
I can feel my orgasm building, reaching between our bodies as I circle my clit and bring myself closer to that sweet release. For a moment, a small part of me wants to keep him. So he can make me feel this good, always.
Slit his throat. We need this.
Struggling with my inner demon makes this difficult. While my victims are always willing. This one is different. He welcomed the darkness, my darkness.
There will be others.
My breath hitches as I feel my orgasm begin to crest. “Oh, fuck.” I cry out as my cunt tightens around his cock. He hit that spot deep inside my walls that has me seeing stars.
“Fuuuuck. Aiden. My name is Aiden. Say my name, Nova.” He looks down at me, breathing heavily, his eyes close and he groans.
Oh, he is ballsy. Say his name. Let him have this one last thing.
“Aiden,” I pant as I feel him pulse inside me, groaning as his cum fills my waiting cunt.
While his eyes are still closed, I raise my blade and cut through his neck. The blade slices through the sinew and tender flesh with a sharp, satisfying sound. I can see the astonishment in his eyes as he looks down at me. The wound gushes blood, drenching my face and chest. My heart races as I lie there, blade in hand, blood staining my face and chest. Aiden’s shocked expression fills my vision as his life force drains away. The demon inside laughs.
He bleeds so pretty.Taste him.
Aiden’s body slumps atop me. I lick up the side of his neck , taking his life’s essence into myself. He will forever be a part of me now. I carefully slide his body off of me and rise to my feet. I wipe his blood from my eyes, trying to steady my trembling hands. Adrenaline coursing through my veins and I feel like I’m suffocating. I take a step back, my gaze never leaving Aiden’s lifeless form.
Done.
Good girl, Nova.
I navigate my way through the dense trees, their branches brushing against my skin, as I head back to the lively carnival. I decide to leave Aiden's lifeless body undisturbed, its lingering warmth dissipating, in a location where it can be easily stumbled upon. With a swift motion, I conceal my blade in its sheath,hidden within the confines of my skirt. I take a deep breath, feeling the energy of the crowd pulsating around me, and skip through the maze of people.
And as I, the embodiment of lust, heresy, and violence, watch them disperse into the night, I know that my purpose has been fulfilled. The demon inside me is momentarily sated, its hunger appeased. But I can already feel the Carnival's presence lingering in the air, whispering promises of indulgence and temptation for those who dare to return next year.
