《How To Tidy Up Loose Ends》9 - The Start Of Us
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9 years ago
“Misera!”
S̶̝̪̫̭͊͂͑̚̚Ḩ̷̡̢̩͔̝͈̥̪̤͛̾̄̂U̵̼̞̾̽̅͛̄̂͗̅̆̀̿̏̚͝Ț̵̨̤̱̹͍͙͉̠̼̟̩̖͕̄̉̃ ̶̡̪̺̩̗̒̓͒͂̈́́̽̚͘Ų̶͔̰͚̼̹̥̬̘̜͙͖͇̇͌̚͜Ṗ̵̭̞̦͚͚̻͎̜͔͚̙͓̝̳͉̪̱̙̋̂̀̅̋̂̐ ̵̧͕̮̞̠̫̯̬̫͖̻̫̖̟͖̘̲̈́̈́ͅͅS̵̡̨̘̹͚̙̞̬͈̫͖̹̈́͗̓͐̀̃́̃̔͆̍͋͋͠Ḫ̴̢̛̘̙͆͊̽́̒́́͗U̵̢͚͈̟̺̙͚͉͙̜͐̾̈́̾̽͊͜T̵̢̘̯̣̹̥̒̇̐̔̇͐͊̍͂̎̊̏̊͆̅̾̚͠͠͠ ̸̡͒̅̔̀̎͋͂̏͂͑͛̓̕̕͝Ư̸̪͕̙̩͈͐̋͐̔̀͒̈́͑͒́͒̓̈́̿͆͝P̸̡̢̠̻͔̟͔͔̤͚̹̣͎͆̀́́̂̈͌̽̀͊́̀̾̇̕̚͝ͅ ̴̨̢̝͓̰̜̈̆̆̃̄̃̕͝S̴̛͔̈́̏̒̑̈̃̈͛̄͗̋̓͠͠͠H̵͖͈̞̳̹͙̙͚͓̝͇͈̃̉̃͋́̒̋̈́͆̏U̶̢̡̲̮̣̖͕̻̘̹͇͇͈͒͊͋̏͂̎̾͂͂̑͗̈́͛̉̽̽̋̊̽̅̀ͅT̶̨̜̤̳̩̩̣̱̦̲͍̘͈̹̖̩͓̗̬͕͋̈͛̋͝͠ͅ ̵̪̌̈́͗̔̾̾͋̽̏̈́͛̍̐̎̑̈̚Ǘ̴̡̡̲̙̬͇̅͜P̵̢̧̨̧̛̛̦̼͇̺̬̝̲͎̩͔̻̝͖̽̅̊̽̿̏̌̓͒̽̍͒̌́͌̚͘̚͝ͅ!̸̻̜̬͙͖͓̱͈͙͓͕̀͛̔͛̊͊̇͊͌͋̈́̋̀̇̒͘
“Misera! Look at me!” Rylan yelled as he griped my face tightly between his palms, forcing me to look into his eyes. “You’ll be okay. It’ll all be fi –”
I kicked his shins and coldly watched him fall to a kneel. I WANT TO HURT YOU. I WANT TO KILL YOU. I WANT TO WATCH YOU SUFFER. I WANT TO RIP YOU TO SHREDS. I WANT TO PULL OUT YOUR INARDS AND WATCH YOUR EYES AS YOUR LIFE STARTS TO SLIP AWAY FROM YOU. I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT PULSATING HEART IN THE PALM OF MY HANDS AND SQUEEZE IT LIKE I’M MAKING LEMONADE. I WANT TO FEEL THAT HEART STRUGGLE TO BEAT AS IT’S BEING JUICED. I WANT TO CRUSH THAT HEART THEN RIP IT OUT OF YOUR CHEST, PULLING ALONG AS MUCH VEINS AND ARTERIES AS I CAN. I WANT TO BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD. I WANT TO COMPLETELY DISASSMBLE YOU.
I started choking Rylan, first with one hand, then with two. Ahhh… I’m getting out of control. But I can’t stop myself… I felt Rylan struggling, physically and mentally. His survival instincts have kicked in but he’s hesitating on hurting me. Rylan, Rylan, Rylan… What have I thought you… Before you can save someone else… You need to be able to save yourself first…
I didn’t truly put my efforts into killing him but there’s this energy that’s accumulating in me that had nowhere to go. I only knew what I wanted at that time and it was his blood.
Rylan managed to get out of my choke and restrained both my arms. So I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. Using a spinning force, I managed to throw him down with me straddled on top of him. But because he had such a good grip on my arms I went in for a bite on his carotid artery. He managed to shift himself, making me miss the artery but I still drew blood.
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The moment I felt his hot fresh blood pool in my mouth, instead of the satisfaction I thought I would get, I just wanted more. Though I still had no idea more of what. Not feeling the least bit satisfied, I thought MUST NEED MORE BLOOD. I set my eyes on his chest, craving to dig out his heart. I managed to wrestle my way out of Rylan’s strong hold and managed to tear off his top. With my hands, still equipped with my sharp silver nail guards, I almost managed to pierce through his chest before he got me complete restrained again, pressed down underneath him.
“Misera… Look at me,” he said softly. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to bite his face off. I snapped at his face with my teeth and managed to draw blood from his lips. Before I managed to snap at him a second time, he took my mouth in his, clumsily slobbering all over me. That shocked me out of the madness.
I looked into his eyes with a completely blank expression. I saw him started blushing and so I chuckled at him. We maintained eye contact for who knows how long until I felt a drop of blood drip on my lips. I went to lick it clean and before I knew it I started to lightly suck on it.
Since my legs were wrapped around him and he was pressing down on me, I felt the bulge in between my legs grow. We both awkwardly looked at each other before he moved in for a light kiss. Before soon, we both started to slobber over each other as the inexperienced brats we were. We weren’t skilled but we knew where this was heading.
He slowly let go of both my arms and started caressing my waist under my top. He fumbled under my top to grab my boobs as he dry humped my crotch with his. He certainly looked satisfied while I just felt… weird. A bit turned on, but weird.
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While I was still trying to figure out how kissing worked, his hand plunged down my pants and into my slightly wet pussy. His rough and inexperienced exploration made it hurt but I was fine with that. When he had decided he’d explored enough, he quickly ripped off all my clothes and his.
I laid there awkwardly with my legs spread apart and arms on his shoulder, waiting and watching. I felt a jolt pass through my body as his cock started to push into my pussy. He became impatient and pushed his cock through with one big thrust. My nails dug into his shoulder as I let out a groan of pain.
His cock naturally settled inside my walls, lower than where he initially pushed in. He once again slobbered me to help me get over the pain. He started moving and quickly came not many seconds later.
He collapsed on me heavily panting and I just hugged him. I lightly played with his hair and we both fell asleep with him still inside me.
We both woke up the next morning, awkward and embarrassed. He quietly pulled out and I instantly missed him inside me, even though it hadn’t felt good. We silently cleaned ourselves up and individually went to take a shower.
I cleaned my insides and took a Plan B. After getting dressed, I curled up in my bed. No matter how much I wrapped myself, I still felt cold. As I was trying to get comfortable, I heard my door open and saw Rylan awkwardly walk in. So I scooted over and he laid down next to me. I generously shared some of my blankets with him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at the ceiling.
“…”
Hearing no response he turned over to look at me. His hand hesitated before ultimately deciding to caress my face. “What set you off?” he asked.
“Nothing…”
“Misera,” he said in a stronger, more serious voice.
“It’s not something you need to know right now. Just let it be. Just forget about it.”
“… I can’t forget what we did…”
“Then don’t. Don’t forget what we did. Just forget what led to it.”
“Misera…” he whispered as he inched closer to me.
“I don’t think that slobbering mess could be considered kissing,” I said quietly. “We should practice some more…”
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