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I'd never felt like this before.

Sure i'd fantasized and tried to make myself feel these pleasures in the past, but I had never expected it to feel this nice.

I parted from Michaels kiss and stared up at him, watching as he moved to pull his mask back down; I stopped him before he could.

"You have feelings?" I asked him in a hushed voice, tilting my head and studying the mask that covered his eyes.

The slasher before me simply let out a heavy pant, which was a clear enough answer for me.

"Oh..."

I smiled, unable to contain the joy within me. I shifted closer to him, our bodies practically pressed against each other as I raised my arms and rested them a top his shoulders; his own hands gliding around my body and to my back, where he fidgeted with the back of my dress.

I could feel a slight smirk spreading across my face, my body practically being pulled onto him— as if magnetic.

"Feelings are fatal, Audrey~" I hummed, teasing the strong killer as his fingers began to unravel the small strings that kept my dress tight against my body.

I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes slowly and resting my forehead against his chest, feeling his heavy breaths; his heartbeat.

"You know that stuff they taught us about when we were younger? At the bad place?" I asked him, blush dusting my cheeks when I felt my dress loosen, the sleeves beginning to slump over whilst the rest of the fabric now sat lazily against my frame.

"Are we gonna do that stuff?" I continued, looking up at Michael whilst he did the same to me.

As a very straight forward answer, Michael lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine once more, making my heart flutter against my chest.

I melted, feeling his strong arms wrap around my body and hold me close, the feeling of locking lips with Michael; the tall, handsome, and powerful murderer, was almost unrealistically enjoyable.

I felt like everything else in the world had melted away just so the two of us could have our well deserved time alone to explore each other.

My hands slid up his chest, carefully unzipping his mechanics suit and pulling it down to his waist, then proceeding to grab the bottom of his black shirt and pull it over his head, careful not to remove his dreary mask in case he didn't want it off completely.

With that I tossed his shirt onto the floor and examined his chest just like I had done in the kitchen earlier. Only now my eyes were clouded with lust and all I could do was admire the bandages that I had previously wrapped around his built frame.

"Oh god I can't wait to make them bleed with you..." I hummed, tilting my head up at him and taking a step back, watching in amusement as he reached for me, almost pleading.

But I avoided his grasp and turned around, moving my hands to feel the puffy shoulders of my dress, carefully rolling them down my arm in a way of slowly undressing. I could feel Michaels breath against the back of my neck; triggering the hairs on my skin to stand on end.

"But the one thing i'm anticipating way more than that... Definitely this~" I explained with a nod, removing my arms from the sleeves that had originally clung around my arms. Though I made sure to hold the bust of my dress against my chest— keeping covered for now.

A shiver rolled down my body, coating me in goosebumps whilst Michaels callused hands gently ran down my bare arms, taking in the feeling of my bare skin against his own.

I inhaled deeply, tilting my head back as one of the tall slashers hands slid around my neck, his palm wrapped loosely around it as he shifted to my jawline, his fingers lining it delicately. My eyes fluttered shut and I let out a loving sigh, my heart bouncing against my chest.

With me distracted, Michael used his free hand to grab the hem of my dress and pull it down as much as he could in that moment, exposing the upper portion of my body to him once he turned me around.

He stared down at me, his hand still holding my jaw and keeping me exactly in my place. His eyes studying my exposed chest, causing his breathing to pick up its pace.

Sure— on Halloween, he'd seen a few breasts here and there due to Laurie's friends being so promiscuous... But he'd never looked at them in the same way he was looking now.

I could feel a blush burn my cheeks, making me inhale heavily, attempting to recover from my burst of anxiety.

I could hear the strong male hold his breath for a moment before letting out the smallest of grunts, his hands moving along my skin to hesitantly touch my chest.

His palm almost shyly cupping one of my breasts, which caused my entire body to tremble; a small whine even slipping past my lips, which in turn caused the killer to swiftly remove his hands from my body and cup my face in his hands.

I could only imagine what was going through his mind at this very moment.

He'd never done something such as this before.

This was so undeniably out of character for him to be participating in such a peculiar activity.

He could have been nervous. He could have been insanely focused.

But for once I had no way of knowing what he may have been thinking. Usually I could piece it together, but at this point I didn't even know what I was thinking.

"It's okay... I've just never been... You know." I explained quickly, hoping to reassure him that this is what the both of us wanted in case he had felt guilty.

With that, I slowly reached for his hand, pulling it away from my cheek and carefully moving it to my lips, where I proceeded to place gentle kisses against the tips of his fingers; the lingering taste of blood being incredibly evident.

I smiled softly and lowered his hand to my chest just like before, carefully gesturing for him to grab at one of my mounds once again— which he eventually did much to my joy.

My heart was racing and my mind was numb, in all the best ways.

We kissed a few more times, the action of locking lips plunging us deeper into sexual desires.

Michael had released my skin, now opting to instead push me towards my bed, and inevitably onto it.

I gasped, staring up at his masked face and clinging to the fabric of my dress that still sat wrapped around my hips.

"We really are?-" I asked almost in disbelief, my nerves overwhelming me.

Michael huffed, his hands resting upon my thighs, and slowly gliding up my skin, eventually going beneath the skirt of my gown, causing chills to run down my spine.

My eyes widened and my legs almost subconsciously closed, which had caught Michael's attention, so he swiftly pulled my undergarments down and around my ankles. His hands now resting on my hips until I had adjusted to the feeling of his hands all over my body.

Were we even doing this right?

We both had a lack of knowledge on the matter, so for all we knew, we could be doing this all wrong.

But it felt just right...

I took a few heavy breaths, building up the courage to open my legs once again, allowing Michael to shift between them; my thighs pressed against the sides of his hips.

I sat up slightly, studying his mechanics suit that still hid his lower body from my eyes.

"Michael my love..." I hummed softly, smiling when his attention swiftly turned to me. His mask unable to hide the fact that he was clearly trying to figure out what to do.

"Your clothes now..." I whispered with a nod, gesturing to his jumpsuit.

The built serial killer breathed in slowly before grabbing the top of his suit and shimmying it down below his thighs. My head quickly falling back against the pillow, my anxiety denying me the ability to look at him.

I could feel my heart picking up its pace, the sensation only worsening when I felt the bed shake, Michael clearly positioning himself on top of my much smaller body.

"Okay..." I mumbled, a tremble clear in my voice. I was rattled, but in a good way I think!

Michael slouched forward, his arms resting on both the sides of my head. I stared up at him, our eyes locking despite the fact that his mask prohibited anymore facial contact between us unless it was adjusted on his head.

I hesitantly sat up a bit, wrapping my arms over his shoulders and clinging to him desperately. Our bodies unbelievably close, and almost connected. I could practically feel him against my womanhood, and it was driving me wild. I needed him.

"Do it Michael..." I whispered, forcing my eyes shut.

He huffed once again, like all the other times. But he did not yet push himself into me.

"Do you want it?" I asked him, opening my eyes once again to look at his mask.

My silent lover growled quietly, though it was very faint— almost completely inaudible.

"Take it. Go on and do it. Make me yours." I demanded, attempting to build up his motivation, along with my own.

"Come on and take what's rightfully yours..." I whispered in his ear, my eyes falling shut as a grin spread across my face, a much louder growl slipping past the stalkers lips.

And with that, he was convinced.

He quickly pushed his hips against mine, a pressure immediately filling me and overwhelming me in pain.

I let out a whine and clung to him, burying my face into the crook of his neck as I fought of the pain within me desperately.

Michael had let out a husky breath, shifting his hips slowly, adjusting to this new feeling in his own little way.

I breathed heavily, tears welling in my waterline. My hands were trembling, but I swallowed hard and spoke, impatient and in need of this unreal enjoyment.

"St-start moving..." I whispered in please, sighing in a desperate relief when he obliged and began rocking his hips slowly against my own, sending waves of pain coursing through my body.

However, this previously mentioned pain was beginning to fade, and was instead shifting to that of new found pleasure.

I smiled, carefully beginning to move my own hips against his, the feeling of his body against mine and inside of me making me unbelievably joyous.

Michael grunted quietly, his thrusting into my body gradually speeding up into a sweet and pleasurable rhythm. Making me let out my first involuntary moan.

I eventually released my tight grip on the killer and laid back against the bed, closing my eyes and tilting my head. The pleasure that was beginning to take me over making my body shake and shiver.

The both of us lost in the pleasure gained by our bodies being so connected. Completely mixed together.

Over time, the more Michael rocked his body into mine, the more pleasure we felt, and the quicker everything became.

It grew hot and heated very fast. Our bodies melting together in a romantic display of moans and growls.

It had gotten to the point where we had begun to sweat, my ability to even speak being overcome nu the need to let out cries of pleasure, which obviously encouraged Michael to keep up his rough behavior with me.

His hands had gone from holding my hips, to holding my waist and then to my neck. His grip tight and intimidating. Meanwhile my hands gripped his strong arms, running my nails along his skin and leaving clear red marks against him.

I had completely lost track of time. All I could feel was the bed shake, our bodies moving in a synced (yet rough) rhythm.

...

And now that I thought about it, I was beginning to feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach.

They didn't teach us about that at the sanitarium...

I moaned out, Michael moving one of his hands to grip my hair and yank at it, his breathing speedy and uneven.

I couldn't bring myself to voice the intense sensations growing within me, so I instead waiting for it to stop.

That knot grew and grew, tightening the quicker Michael pounded into me.

I couldn't believe it felt this good to be apart of someone else. Delivering all these good feelings to one and other.

I clenched my teeth together, my muscles beginning to tense and contract around his member.

I was trembling and my legs were beginning to twitch uncontrollably on occasion, and eventually— that knot in the pit of my stomach snapped.

An unrealistically pleasing feeling coursed through me, pumping through my veins and making me moan out loud. I felt ecstatic, like I had taken some amazing ecstasy.

"Michael!~" I cried, cupping my hand over my mouth as I rode out my high, my hips continuing to rock against my psychotic lover.

The killer groaned, though he had silenced himself immediately after, his body tensed as well and his hands gripped my hair tightly, pulling it roughly as he froze in place. A warm feeling beginning to fill me up inside.

Michael hesitated, riding out his very own climax before slowly pulling himself out of me, his eyes drifting down to take in the fact that he had released inside of me.

I swiftly closed my legs and curled up, covering my face with my trembling hands, my heart pounding whilst I panted heavily.

"Holy fucking shit—"