1. Club Fatale, Pt. 8


    Date: 5/11/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy BDSM Cruelty Death, Extreme, Murder, Necrophilia, Rape Snuff, Torture, Violence Author: nightscribe, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... with each stroke. I kissed at her suddenly bloodless lips. No word passed my lips as we stared at each other for a few more moments. I could feel the heat of her blood as it splashed upon me. I was so very close to her as I watched the life and light fade from her beautiful blue orbs; they grew dimmer with each spray of scarlet and every fading beat of her broken heart. A few more deep thrusts into her tight cunt and I pulled out. Quickly, I climbed up her body and knelt upon her upper arms, pinning her ruthlessly. My cock went to her throat and I felt the warmth of her bathing me. Olivia’s eyes grew wider as she realized my intentions. I found the right tube and thrust. My cock emerged from her lips and pressed past her teeth, the head coming to rest almost on her nose. The sight was too much for me and I came, my semen spraying upon her eyes and forehead. I closed my eyes and felt her passing. Olivia grew still and died as no woman ever had. I pulled back and rose from the bed. “My god,” I said. ...
    ... “She was like a fucking bride.” “She was,” Kensington agreed. He stepped forward from the shadows where he had been watching. “And now look at her: used and destroyed,” I said. “Why? Why did you bring her here, tonight? Why did you want her to end this way?” Ken walked to her; touched her hair. The blood was slowing. The bed, her dress and her beautiful blonde hair were soaked crimson and her face was an inviting mess of blood and semen. “It was time to move on from her,” Ken said, turning away. “Past time, Evan. It’s past time to move on from all of them.” “Are you alright, sir?” I asked. “I’ll be leaving, Evan. We won’t see each other again. But I want to thank you for being a good friend...” “You may have her meat, Evan. I’m sure she would have wanted that.” And with that he exited. I turned back to Olivia. My cock twitched at the sight her bloody face. Several fuckings later, I was as spent as I had ever been. I left the Blue Room that night with a pair of severed heads and absolute satisfaction.
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