A pleasure to meet you. I have written over 650,000 words in commissions over the past four years. This is not including my work as a ghost writer, which includes short stories and novels. Not all of my work is on this page, but I encourage readers to peruse my page. I'm known for my weird, specific, and nasty works, but I have also written many not-so-spicy pieces. I am a trans-masc man who has a lot of experience writing both queer and straight characters. I write full time as a job, as well as work as my family's house husband. If you're interested in a commission, please shoot me a message!

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Pricing:

New Customer:$0.055 per word. ($5.50 per 100 words) Regular Customer:$0.05 per word. ($5.00 per 100 words)

Minimum Word Count: 1,000

Maximum Word Count: None at this time. However, I work in 5k chunks and will rotate through my commissions in these 5k chunks. That means you pay for 5k at a time and I send you 5k at a time.

Rush orders: I accept rush orders! If you need a piece done within 2 days, there is a $10 up charge per every 1000 words. This will bump your order to the top of my list.

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Specialties:

Specific/Odd/Disgusting Fetishes

BDSM

Dub/Non-Con

LGBT+ Characters (Particularly Transgender Characters)

Fandom Work (Particularly characters from Anime and Videogames)

Fantasy Work (Particularly Dungeons and Dragons themed)

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Soft Limits: (Works including these require a $15 extra charge per 5k words, minimum $15.)

Scat

Pieces Requiring Extensive Research (i.e. Very specific characters from niche shows/Movies/games, OCs with thousands of words of backstory/Lore)

Aged Up Characters (With limits. This would be discussed while we work out the piece. Characters who are explicitly children and that is a big part of their characters are a no go. Pieces where aging them up is a way to get around the 18+ rule are a no go. This is up to my discretion.)

Pieces I Cannot Post to Advertise Myself (This applies to requests not to post pieces and any fetish that I do not think I could post (these are very rare). However, I am open to changing the names of characters so that I can post the piece with no extra charge.)

Hard Limits: (Will not write works including these elements)

Real, Nonconsenting People (Pictures can be used as reference, but I will not write about specific IRL people)

Characters Below the Age of 18

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How it works:

You send me a message with the idea you have for a piece. This could be anything from a paragraph with your preferred fetishes to a full outline. Then you give me your budget, tell me how many words you would like it to be, or request an estimate based on the idea. A sex scene needs a minimum of 500 words per character in the scene, though I typically recommend at least 1,000 to ensure a fully detailed scene. More specific fetishes or ideas will require more words. After that, I ask for half of the payment up front (through Paypal) to ensure that neither of us will get scammed. It typically takes me up to a week to finish a 5k piece, though there is a good chance I will have it done within three days. Once the piece is finished, you may request a sample. Once I receive the other half of the payment, I send the piece to you as a PDF through Gmail (unless otherwise requested).

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Editing Rules:

For every 1,000 words, I will do 100 words of editing for free. After that, edits are $0.03 per word. Changing names/titles of things are completely free. I wish I could do more editing than this, but I have had people try to scam me through asking for excessive edits.

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Current Sales:

Below, I have my sales codes listed. You may use 1 at a time. They can only be used a certain number of times. You can find them here or under posts in other subreddits. When you want to use them, include them in your message for me. These allow me to see where I'm getting the most traction, while rewarding my customers when I can afford it. It is formatted as such: The Name of the Code (The number left on who can use it) (What the code does)

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This price sheet is subject to change at any time.

  Samantha readjusted her brown, square-framed glasses as she fumbled with her keys. She was already a clumsy girl in general, but she was in a rush. All day, Samantha had been antsy. Her college classes had bored her half to death and she wanted nothing more than to blow off some steam. Once Samantha managed to get into her dorm, she haphazardly tossed her keys onto her kitchen table.

  It was a small dorm. Single dorms were like that, it seemed. A table, a desk, and a bed were enough for Samantha, which as fitting as that was all she had. Samantha plunked down into her chair. It was a nice, plush gaming chair that her sister had bought for her a while back. Though it was quite comfortable, it was yet another sign of Samantha’s virgin lifestyle. Never once had Samantha brought a boy back to her dorm. Hell, she hardly brought another woman there. That would require Samantha to have more than one friend.

  Any thoughts of loneliness were pushed out of Samantha’s mind as she set her laptop on her desk. She did not need those people when she had porn to take care of herself with. Samantha flung open her computer and rushed to type in the name of her favorite website: Gore-porn.thisisnotarealwebsite.com. Even as the site was loading, Samantha was already getting excited. She fondled her fat tits with her free left hand, while her right hand worked to pull up a video. While the ones on the front page looked promising, none fit her exact desire. Perhaps it was time for ole’ faithful.

  Had Samantha already seen Doll Maker Three six times in the last few months? Sure. She had also binged the rest of the series on multiple occasions. It was still easily her favorite piece on the site and she was more than happy to watch it again. Samantha managed to pull her hand away from her tits long enough to type in the name in the search bar. Once the video was loading, she was back to playing with herself. She slid her fingers under her frilly white shirt, pulling it of and tossing it in a heap beside her desk. Samantha had not worn a bra that day, which was part of why she was so entirely worked up. As the video finished loading, she rolled her nipples between her fingers.

  “Stop! Please! I– I’m begging you!” That familiar, panicked voice played from Samantha’s computer.

  Begging would do the woman on the screen no good. She was standing as straight and as still as she could, terrified for her life. It was a reasonable fear, given her situation. Samantha had internally dubbed this woman “Mindy”, and often she envied Mindy for the same situation she feared. Mindy was strung up on razor wire.

  The wire was wrapped around Mindy’s limbs at every joint, as well as around her neck. It glittered beautifully in the lighting as if it were made of stars. Already, it had sliced small nicks into the girl’s soft, pale skin. Little rivulets of blood dribbled down Mindy’s legs and dribbled down her bare chest. Just the sight of that gore caused Samantha’s breath to hitch. While her left hand continued to play with her chest, her right hand hiked up her short, black skirt. It slipped underneath her panties and worked small circles over her clit.

  “I’m sorry! I can still get you the money! Please!”

  “This isn’t about money anymore.” There he was. That dark, gritty voice was that of the Doll Maker himself. “You’re a pretty girl. You’ll make a great toy for the highest bidder.”

  “But–” Mindy whined.

  Every little squirm from Mindy meant more slicing. More gore. Samantha let out a small whimper to match Mindy’s whine. If she were there, she would submit. She would do whatever the Doll Maker said. It would mean fulfilling the purpose Samantha always dreamed of. Small waves of pleasure made Samantha move faster. She rubbed harder, getting desperate for a release she knew would come soon. The Doll Maker spoke again. “For all those watching at home, this is an act for trained professionals only. Don’t try it yourself, or you’ll waste perfectly good fuck toys for the rest of us.”

  “Wait! No! Please–”

  Samantha knew what was coming. She was already speeding up her masturbation. With a sudden snap, the razor wire was pulled taught. There was a wet ripping sound, followed by the crunch of bones. A spray of gore gushed from Mindy’s limbs and throat. Mindy screamed at first, but it was quickly cut short. As the corpse that was once a girl thudded to the ground, Samantha’s eyes rolled backward. She came hard, imagining she was in Mindy’s shoes. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled over the trembling college student. Mindy, someone who once had a life. A job. Friends. She was nothing now. Nothing more than a sack of meat. Mindy would be turned into the perfect sex doll and that had brought Samantha over the edge.

  By the time her orgasm was over, Samantha was a panting mess. Her panties were a similar mess, sticky from her finish. She relaxed back into her chair and slowly slid off her underwear. Samantha tossed it onto her shirt, more focused on the video. It was not over. She knew it was not. There was still quite a few minutes left. Samantha ran her fingers over her cunt, slick with her desire. Then she slowly pushed her fingers inside. Her pussy pulsed, accepting her fingers with ease.

  The Doll Maker stepped onto the screen, scooping up the littered pieces. Arms and legs and hands and feet were all tossed into a plastic bin. He treated Mindy’s body parts as if they were nothing more than loose scraps. Then he set the plastic bin near the front of the torso. He grabbed Mindy’s head and positioned it up against the bin so that the audience could see that forever terrified look on her face. Samantha let out a moan as she looked into those empty eyes. The Doll Maker scooped up Mindy’s torso. “Should have known you were nothing but a cum sock, bitch.”

  Those words made Samantha’s hips twitch on instinct. She thrust her fingers into herself, whimpering out a soft, “Yes…”

  The Doll Maker pulled out his cock. It was quite large, especially against the corpse’s torso. With all of the gore, his dick was quickly coated with blood. That seemed to be lube enough for him. He rubbed against Mindy’s belly for a minute before he repositioned and buried himself deep into her snatch. The Doll Maker pounded Mindy’s corpse with reckless abandon. The sheer force of his pounding caused her tits to rock and jiggle. Samantha did her best to match his pace as she thrust her fingers into herself. Each thrust shot sparks of pleasure up her spine. Flecks of drool splattered from her as she desperately moaned. What she would give to be fucked like that…

  This went on for several minutes. All the while, the Doll Maker smacked and squeezed the corpse’s tits. His blows were strong enough to make a living woman scream and his nails dug into her chest deep enough to draw blood. Welts quickly formed around where his fingers landed. Samantha copied the smacking too, battering her tits with violent hands. While she could not emulate his cruelty entirely, she was able to create welts of her own. Cruel bruises turned her boobs a sickening shade of purple and yellow. Each time the Doll Maker landed a blow on his fuck doll, Samantha did the same on her own chest. She wanted to be broken like that. Samantha wanted to be nothing more than a toy. Her nails dug into her supple flesh and she let out a howl of delight. Pain and pleasure mixed in a strange soup within her brain. Each blow was a reminder of her place. Samantha was meant to be a fuck doll. It was all she would ever be good for.

  The Doll Maker pulled out of Mindy’s abused cunt and let out a groan of his own. His hips twitched as he came. Sticky, red-stained cum sprayed all over Mindy’s tits. She was painted with shame. Painted with the sperm of the man who had murdered her. Samantha had timed her orgasm with the Doll Maker’s. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed her as she threw her head back and howled with pleasure. Her cunt squeezed around her fingers, desperate to milk them for anything resembling cum. Samantha’s juices squirted all over her hand and chair, drenching the room in a heady smell that would have overwhelmed anyone not used to it.

  With that, the video was over. Samantha took a moment to stare at the corpse on the screen and ride out her orgasm. She had goosebumps and her legs shook. The college student knew damn well that if she tried to stand immediately, she would fall on her ass. As the orgasm came to a finish, Samantha let out a breath. She shut her laptop screen and stared at the wall for a moment. Then Samantha stood and moved to her bathroom.

  The room had a full-length mirror, something that Samantha was rather grateful for. Once at the mirror, Samantha stared at herself. She slid out of her skirt and set it on the nearby sink. For a moment, she just stared at her naked form. Part of why she loved that video so much was because of how similar she and Mindy looked. They were both plush, though not too much so. Samantha’s dark, auburn hair even matched Mindy’s, though her hair was much more tangled from her masturbation than the much better taken care of locks of Mindy. The biggest difference between the two was that Samantha had significantly bigger tits. Those tits were what she flaunted in the mirror. Bruises and welts decorated her boobs, little trophies for her imaginary brutality.

  Samantha leaned over, pushing her ass out and her tits forward. She imagined herself posing for the Doll Maker. The girl showed off her body to the mirror, whispering to herself, “See? I would make the perfect doll. The perfect toy to be used. Put me in my place…”

  With a small giggle, Samantha shook her tits. They jiggled pleasingly in the mirror and showed off more of her brutalization. She even caught a glimpse of where her fingernails had dug too deep and nicked her flesh. Samantha started taking different poses, each one more suggestive than the last. All she could imagine was the Doll Maker wrapping that razor wire around her limbs. The sting of that imaginary wire made her shudder and let out a soft gasp. Then he would tighten the wire until it sliced clean through her body. Samantha would be little more than a pile of meat on the floor. Her head would be sent tumbling, with a look of ecstasy on her face. It would be permanently etched there for any would-be pervert to see. Samantha would orgasm as all of her limbs were removed from her useless body. Then the Doll Maker would pound her torso and rip apart her tits as he had done to Mindy. He would treat her as nothing more than a sex doll. That’s what Samantha was. A sex doll. She was worth nothing but what her body could do to pleasure others. Samantha wished desperately that she could find a man who would rip her apart like that.

  Alas, no such man existed that she had ever met. Samantha sighed and straightened. She ran her fingers along the bruises and smiled. One day, she would find the man who treated her the way she wanted to be treated: Like a piece of meat that deserved nothing more than to be torn apart and used to please.

Chapter 1

Of dusty roads, dying crops, and drifting inhibitions…

  Where once there had been bird song, there was little more than the rush of wind through the thinning treetops. Rumbug kicked up dust with every step. Some roads within the Adet highlands were well maintained, but it had been some years since he had traveled far enough inside to see them. A drought had turned lush grass into crunching stalks when the rare animal passed through. His heart ached. When last he had traveled there, it had been so full of flowers that he could idly snatch them up and make crowns as he hiked.

  Rumbug paused at a massive, decaying tree that had fallen on the path. His nose scrunched. “Nobody’s been out here to clear this?”

  With wagons being the primary form of transport up and down the mountains, a tree in the road was a real danger. Rumbug squatted beside the log. Dry rot. The wood was crumbling under his soft, grayish-brown fingers. He tucked his massive testicles back, then hoisted the tree over his shoulder. It was unwieldy given its size and age. Luckily, Rumbug was strong enough to handle it. He set the ancient oak off to the side. It would have made for a great resting spot were it not for the fact that it would crumble under his weight in an instant.

  A rush of paw pads on crunching leaves caught Rumbug’s attention. He turned to find a relatively young Felinae staring at him with wide, awe-struck eyes. She was somewhere in her twenties. Her black tail lashed back and forth. When the wind caught her pointed ears, they flicked. They were perked. Excitement caught her breath. Her soft, white belly was flecked with little black spots. All eight of her nipples just barely poked out from under her fur. She had strong, powerful legs and arms. A farmer, perhaps? Or a hunter. Likely the latter, especially given the signs of hunger on her lithe frame. A swollen belly, taut muscles, and faded fur all betrayed her lack of food. Her little, pink nose twitched. She had a musical voice. “Whoa. Hot damn. You’re pretty strong, Mr. Guy.”

  Rumbug chuckled. He strode over to the woman, stopping a few feet away. She stared up at him with wide, crystal-green eyes. Rumbug shrugged. He cleared his throat. It had been a while since he had talked to someone who could actually understand him. “Can’t leave that there for someone to hit. Who might you be?”

  “You can call me Locust!” Locust chirped. She paused to look over Rumbug. Her nose twitched as she caught his scent. “I uh… don’t want to be too forward, but you wouldn’t happen to be Rumbug, would you?”

  Rumbug perked up. He settled his hands on his hips. “Has my name traveled this far?”

  “I heard stories about you from my mom, before…” Locust raked her claws through her fur. She shook her head. “You’re even bigger than I could have imagined! Stronger too… And fertile.”

  Locust reached out. She brushed her paw pads over Rumbug’s balls when he did not pull away. They were truly massive. Each was bigger than she was tall. Granted, felinae were a short species. She stared at his dick in awe. Rumbug blushed a bit. Not that he was complaining about positive attention. It had been some time since he had anyone staring at him. “Thank you, little one. It’s good we met up. Perhaps you could tell me what’s been going on here?”

  Rumbug gestured to the dried trees and crumbling branches. Locust’s shoulders fell. She turned and gestured for him to follow. “It’s been this way for as long as I can remember. The land is barren, and getting worse by the year. Magic doesn’t flow through like it used to. That’s what the shamans say. The fertility has faded. We haven’t been able to give birth in twenty years. That was when it all started…”

  As they broke through the tree line, Locust led Rumbug along a road that followed the side of the mountain. In the distance were the shapes of hanging huts. A staple of felinae and hulfhorn culture. They were symbiotic species. The hulfhorns would use their wool to craft fine blankets or use their strong bodies to haul things. Felinae’s keen noses and sharp claws made them avid hunters and farmers. Together, they protected themselves from danger by building into the mountainside. Many houses hung outside. Their roofs were colorful with dyed fabrics. Others were carved into caves.

  Rumbug followed Locust along the mountainside. He was relieved to see the colors of that fine wool, even if they had been dulled with everything else. “That’s a shame. This place was beautiful once…” His voice trailed off as he looked down the mountainside. It was a sea of dying trees. “And the source of the dying magic?”

  Locust shrugged. “Not really my thing, but I can tell you the elders would know. Something about those who rule the Adet Highlands not doing what they’re supposed to. They always blame the leaders when something goes wrong.”

  Stepping into the town led to more staring. Locust led the way up several sets of wooden poles that acted as stairs up to the largest of the protruding homes. Rumbug grimaced when the steps groaned under him. Signs of unrepaired wear and tear littered the area. Rips in roofs let in breezes, and the fabric that hung over the doorways had seen better days. Those were always freshly repaired the last time Rumbug had come to the region. He glanced around at those staring at him. They were mostly shocked at seeing a new face. Then there was the matter of reputation. Once most people realized he was no threat, they ducked back to their work. A couple stayed to watch the massive man make his way through.

  Locust stopped on the porch of the building. It was one of the largest on the mountainside. She looked out over the mountainside. Her expression was one of exhaustion. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’m sure the elders would be happy to see you.”

  Before Rumbug could respond, there was an excited hoot from within the building. “Well, if it ain’t lil Buggy! It’s been years!”

  Out came an old felinae with graying fur and blue eyes that could cut steel. His nose was long, and his tail hairless. He wiggled his fingers with excitement. Every little twitch made his chipped whiskers shudder. The man had a sizable sheath and testicle. He must have retired from working in the fields some time back. Few of the mountain folk who made it past fifty continued working. His big, floppy ears perked up. Rumbug grinned. He scooped the ancient fella up and squeezed him tight. It took some effort to ignore how he could feel his ribs under his fur. “Croak! I didn’t think I’d see you again.” The two buried their faces in each other’s shoulders. Croak was warm and soft, just as Rumbug remembered. “You look so tired.”

  “I see the blessings of Voena are treating you well!” Croak patted Rumbug’s muscular shoulders. “It suits you. You’ve grown. Your balls swell with great mana, brother.”

  Rumbug gently bonked his forehead against Croak’s. “I wish I could say the same for you.”

  Croak chuckled. He hopped down and held open the colorful fabric door for the two to step inside. “It’s been some time since I was as full of magic as you. I was one of the lucky few able to produce an heir before it was too late.”

  Inside the building smelled strongly of herbs. It was carved into the mountainside, with a fireplace at the back. A shute above it kept smoke from filling the room as a pot had been put on to boil. Plush beds of fur and feathers lined the wall near the fire. Many were full of people in various states of illness. They were covered with blankets, but the sour scent of illness tinged the air. There were shelves littered with scraps of dried herbs. A table had a stained mortar and pestle, as well as various books, vials, and wooden bowls. Several of the older folk were inside. They tended to the ill. All were naked, save for pouches that hung over their shoulders. Those pouches should have been bursting with herbs. Now they were only full of what scraps they could scrounge up.

  Rumbug’s large rat ears folded back. His shoulders fell. “Oh, Croak…”

  Croak stood by the door. His excitement waned. “It has been tough. The terrace gardens have gone barren, and the food forests dried up many ages ago. We are glad to have you back, even if I know you’ll be gone before too long. I apologize that we cannot offer you food as we might once have.”

  Locust cleared her throat. “Actually, I was going to ask… You have lots of strong magic, right?”

  “You cannot be so rude as to demand something from a guest!” Croak chided.

  Rumbug chuckled. He nodded. “I do, indeed. My pilgrimage has brought me close to the powers of Voena.”

  “Then maybe you could help? If you want to– I mean. I know magic can be sort of draining, or whatever. We’re just almost out of food. A lot of people have died and–”

  Croak cut Locust off. “And we will move on and find better things.”

  As the two spoke, Rumbug approached the ill. Most were starving. Some were simply too weak to fight off illness. It was a great social taboo to ask something of a guest. Especially something so weighty. Rumbug’s lips thinned to a frown. “What about a trade, then? Shelter and a bit of food in return for a spell. It will not last forever, but it may allow you all a chance to restock your stores before the first snow. So long as you don’t mind helping me cast it, of course.”

  Rumbug winked at Croak, who sighed and let out a small chuckle. “You’re lucky I love you.”

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  Croak rode on Rumbug’s shoulders as they climbed down the mountain and onto one of the terrace gardens. It would have been a gorgeous sight were it not for the withered foliage. The setting sun cut crimson streaks across the sky. Locust kept up behind the two. Her gaze was on the distant horizon. She dodged the plants better than Rumbug, who struggled not to squash them under his big feet. He stopped in the middle of the terrace. Even the soil under his toes was dry. Too dry.

  Rumbug set Croak down. He patted the Felinae’s head. “The spell has not much changed since the last time we performed it. Honestly, I think it’d do you some good anyhow.”

  Croak scrunched his nose. “Are you calling me old?”

  “Very,” Rumbug teased as he punched his friend’s arm. “Locust, do you want to help, too?”

  The smaller felinae’s whiskers twitched at her name. She tilted her head. “Sure! But, uhm, I’m pretty new to all of this. You’ll have to guide me a bit.” Locust blushed. It was hard to see under her fur, but her nose and ear tips turned a darker shade of pink. “If it’s what I’ve read about, I’m kind of excited?”

  Rumbug gently cupped Locust’s face with one large hand. He ran his thumb over her cheek. “You’ll enjoy it. Just follow along with Croak.”

   Locust’s ear twitched. She sniffed Rumbug’s palm, then playfully nipped at his fingers. He laughed and pulled his hand away. Her fur was stringy when he ruffled it. Locust chomped at his hand, then scampered around behind him. She nuzzled into his back and breathed him in. Her breath hitched. “You smell so different. Like… what I imagine all of the forests would smell like before everything started to die.”

  Rumbug merely hummed. He nodded to Croak, who seemed more than happy to get started. The two stepped closer. Croak took Rumbug’s dick in his hands. Even now, it seemed to dwarf his tiny, twiggish fingers. He trailed the tips of his digits over the veins and soft flesh. Rumbug shuddered. A small, pleasant groan escaped him. His cock was warm, and grew warmer with every little touch. Rumbug was about to compliment his old friend’s technique when he squeaked with shock.

  Locust had spread Rumbug’s rump and pressed her muzzle into it. She lapped her rough tongue along the outsides of his pucker before digging in. It tasted of sweat and smelled of a sort of masculine musk. Rumbug laughed. “You’re an eager one, aren’t you?”

  The younger felinae moved with surprising skill. Croak clicked his tongue. He feathered several kisses along Rumbug’s tip. “That girl is obsessed with butts.”

  “It’s the texture! They’re so squishy!” Locust was indignant. “And I get such a good smell of the person. It’s nice! Intimate.”

  “I think you’re just horny.” Ironic, coming from the elder who worshipfully lapped up beads of precum.

  Locust let out a whine of frustration. “It’s not about that! Getting up close and personal with someone is special. There’s not many better ways than to be literally in them. To be surrounded by their smells and swallowed by their body. Also, it’s good texture and squishy. So that helps.”

  Rumbug chuckled. He shook his head at the two. His breath had grown heavy. As they worked at pleasuring him, he shut his eyes. There, in the darkness, Rumbug could reach out to the veil of magic that seeped from every soul. His was large. It was a thick, greenish color swirled with pinks from the blessing he received, as well as traces of those he had consumed in the past. Croak’s was a razor-sharp silver. The kind that belonged more on a blade than a man. A life of hunting and fighting often did that to a fellow. Then there was Locust, who swirled with whorls of dusty purple. Rumbug breathed them in. Took in their warmth. Their worshipping touch. They were so close that their souls intertwined with his.

  It was that warmth, that woven connection, that helped power the glowing beads of magic that swirled within Rumbug’s testicles. He hummed to himself before muttering soft sounds of prayer to Voena. They were not words. Voena was too wild a goddess to be disgraced with language. Instead, they were calls of the forest. Imitations of birds, or crickets, or croaking toads. They rumbled in his chest as more and more power gathered within him.

  Locust leaned into Rumbug’s ass. She buried her face as deep into him as she could manage. To her credit, she tried to copy the sounds and sensations, but she was truly at Rumbug’s mercy and not at all aided by the muffling of ass cheeks. Croak was far more practiced. His animalistic tones turned into a sort of call and response with Rumbug. They were but two birds calling to their mate.

  Voena’s blessing swirled within Rumbug. It danced with the love received from his friends. He willed it slowly up his shaft. Waves of energy made his dick pulse. Throb. Croak rolled his entire body along the length of it. His cock pressed against him, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. He lapped up Rumbug’s excitement, then planted a kiss at the tip. “I can feel you getting ready to burst. You must’ve been pent up for a while. It isn’t healthy to hold onto this much magical energy without release.”

  “I wanted to make sure it wasn’t wasted,” Rumbug said with a blush. He squeezed Croak closer with one hand around his hips. “And I have not needed a spell in quite some time. In the wilds, there is little need to change things when they are already so beautiful.”

  Croak stuck out his tongue. “Excuses, excuses.”

  Rumbug instinctively rolled his hips into Croak. He let out a low, bellowing groan. A shot of thick, magically imbued precum shot out and drenched the felinae. Croak’s eyes rolled back. He melted against Rumbug, licking the goo from his whiskers. The big, beastly fellow chuckled. His hips thrust faster. Faster. Then, he came.

  It was not just a fountain of spunk that gushed from Rumbug’s loins. It was a wave after wave of energy, particularly potent wherever the sperm landed. The waterfall washed over the crops. They perked up almost immediately. Thick vines sprouted up, only to be lit up with brilliant orange, pink, and yellow flowers. Those that had taken the brunt of cum had even gone so far as to sprout their product. Anything from barley to sweet berries, mushrooms to corn, and even some herbs. The waves of magic spread partially up the mountain as well. Bushes and grass turned from crunchy brown to stunning shades of emerald and jade.

  Rumbug sucked in a pleasurable breath. He rolled his head back and relaxed into the afterglow. Croak crumpled against him as well, snuggling against his bulging sack. It was only when Locust let out a pitiful whine that the two looked up. Her shoulders had fallen. “Look. That barely reached anything!”

  Sure enough, the spell had only covered a couple of the nearby terraces and some surrounding foliage. There were still acres of farmland and forest that remained dead or dying. Even the village, not so far away, lacked the color it needed. The explosion of life must have garnered some attention, though, because several other townsfolk approached. Felinae with gray or orange fur darted over. Their ears were perked with the excitement of staved-off starvation. Several hulfhorns joined them. Their grand horns had once been a sign of beauty and power, but hunger had turned them dull and brittle. Their wool, black and brown, covered hefty sheaths and perky nipples. Their long, floppy ears and twitching, pink noses both leaned in at the sight of fresh food.

  Rumbug brushed himself off. “The spell wasn’t strong enough to reach much… I’m sorry. There’s only so much I can do.”

  “There are other options,” Croak said with a layer of hesitation.

  Whispers darted between the crowd of gathered villagers. Croak chewed his whiskers. Rumbug tilted his head. “Tell me more.”

  Croak steeled himself. “We have this spell carved in runes upon the stones of history. They speak of a way to absorb someone so fully that their magical energy adds to yours. Not just through the mouth but through deeper means.”

  Rumbug raised an eyebrow. “I’ve vored people before.”

  “This is more. They are reborn as new life within the world, rather than coming back out sometime later. It is said to be intensely pleasurable and equally strong. They are distilled down to their very essence, then ejected into the spell.”

  There were the whispers again. People were nervous, sure, but those same people were buzzing with excitement. Rumbug scratched his neck. “We could certainly try.”

  Croak leaned against the cock. Rumbug shuddered at the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. He was so close. So warm. The elder felinae stroked it slowly. “Repeat the words after me. Allow the magic to radiate off of you. Then we shall know exactly what is needed when the time comes.”

  Rumbug had his doubts, but he trusted Croak with his life. If the old bastard was going to do something so sacrificial, then who was he to stop him? Plus, it felt amazing already. He copied the language sound for sound. There were no words—merely animalistic growls and grunts. Something that Rumbug was more than happy to indulge in. As he spoke, he felt the well of magic bubbling within him again. It swelled in his chest.

  The villagers crowded in. Some pleasured themselves or snuggled against their neighbors to lend a hand. Locust pressed her snoot right back into Rumbug’s ass. “Fuck, I can feel it… It’s buzzing on my tongue!” It was barely audible through the meat of his plump cheeks.

  Rumbug jerked his hips a bit when he felt Locust’s snout push fully into his butt. Not just between the cheeks, but fully slipping into his ass. Croak crawled around his cock and positioned himself on his big, soft tummy. He took Rumbug’s face in his paws. “Focus on me. Keep chanting. Release all of your stress.”

  It was hard to focus when Rumbug could feel Locust pushing deeper. More of her head slipped into his rump. He was stretched to what should have been his limits, but still she kept going. It did not hurt. By Voena, it was the best feeling he had ever felt. Rumbug hugged Croak close. He growled out the chants. His dick leaked beads of precum that dripped down. Any flora splashed by his essence grew in a flash. Twisting greenery darted this way and that. It danced around the feet of the villagers as they moaned into each other. Even their leaking cum turned the ground into a lush field.

  Locust was shoulder-deep. She pressed against Rumbug’s engorged prostate. He gasped. A shot of spunk arced through the air and created a rainbow of buzzing magic. Everything that it crossed flourished. Even the people, flecked with cum, were rejuvenated. It was a miracle. They grew stronger. Wider. Their faces flattened some to match Rumbug’s. Their ears and horns shrank while their tails followed suit. Those who had wool had their fiber grow thicker. Those without had grand curls of fur grow from their chest and chins.

  They were not the only ones to change. The deeper Locust slipped inside, the more Rumbug shifted. His eyes narrowed. They gained a feline quality. His tail lengthened a tad, and his muscles grew a bit more lithe. Compared to his grand, magical strength, Locust’s was little more than a drop in the sea. That did not make his appreciation any less. Rumbug’s belly stretched as Locust pushed halfway inside. His ears sharpened, and his canines grew.

  “We’re almost there,” Croak hummed. “Prepare yourself. Breathe.”

  Breathe. Rumbug nodded. He held Croak closer. Some part of him had been worried Locust was doing this out of obligation at first, but that part was dashed in that moment. He could feel his heart warm with her love. Her pleasure. Her pure, unadulterated joy. His soul grew. It swirled with dusty purple that joined in with his waves of magic.

  “I’m close…” Rumbug whined between chants.

  “Cum for us. Cleanse us with your power.”

  The request was not quite enough. Rumbug jerked himself off. The elder felinae grinded his hips against the beastly cock. It was getting harder and harder to do the more that Rumbug’s belly stretched. Locust’s feet kicked a bit as she was swallowed up. Then they disappeared into his ass.

  There was something about it. About being so entirely full of someone. It was not just sexual pleasure. It was something more. Words could not capture the warmth that bubbled in Rumbug’s belly. He could feel Locust in there. She pressed against the walls of his tummy as if lounging on a cozy couch. As he reached closer and closer to orgasm, he shrank. Not by much. Just enough to show that Locust was being absorbed by his magic.

  Then Rumbug reached his peak. He let out an animalistic howl that echoed across the mountaintops. The villagers joined in. Croak held Rumbug close. He could feel the shifting, squirming frame of Locust as she was turned into raw energy. Then it was blinding bliss.

  This orgasm was far larger than the last. It exploded into the sky, only to come raining down upon the land. Youth and strength washed over the villagers. The dying plants that surrounded the village turned a brilliant, lush green. Trees sprouted to life. Wildlife called in their distant branches. Wave after wave of cum kept flowing. It was laced with swirls of magic. Much of it was that soft, dusty purple. Fitting that the first flowers to bloom under their shared power were a matching color.

  Rumbug stumbled a bit as more of the spell raced across the land. He plopped onto his butt. Croak snuggled against his chest as his belly shrank. It was never fully flat. In fact, it was an even larger bump than before. They could feel the last of Locust inside. Squirming.

  When it came to an end, the villagers had been considerably changed. Their ears had flattened to match Rumbug’s, though they stayed pointed at the tip. Sharp canines matched those of Locust. Their tummies grew. Many had been made, quite literally, pregnant with Rumbug and Locust’s fertility. Even Croak had grown a belly to match. Their tails had shrunk, and their bodies were thick with muscle. The air smelled of sweet musk and bluet flowers.

  Rumbug sat up with a low groan. “That was… wow.”

  “Intense? Agreed.”

  The two chuckled. They nuzzled against each other, then gazed out across the mountainside. Rumbug’s shoulders fell. A sharp contrast to Croak, who leapt to his feet. The other villagers cheered with delight. Much of the land had turned back to its once-grand forest. Flowers and plant life grew with vigor. Many cried out that they had been saved.

  But Rumbug was not satisfied. The spell had only reached far enough to keep the village afloat.

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  Rumbug found out quickly that both his cock and tummy had grown enough to be a bit of a pain. He had to squeeze through the door of the dining hall to get inside. The villagers had dragged him to the end of a long, ancient, oaken table. Some had gathered some of the fresh veggies, while others prepared meat from chickens and hunted game. The air was full of thyme, sage, and mint. It made Rumbug’s mouth water. He lounged back in the chair he had been led to. There was a cushion made of the finest wool.

  Exhaustion ached in Rumbug’s bones. It had been the most powerful spell he had ever cast. He shut his eyes and let himself bask in the warmth. The business was surprisingly relaxing. Rumbug often preferred the calls of birds and insects to the clamor of society, but it was nice to know he was surrounded by those who were kind and loving.

  Croak plopped down in the seat next to him. He crossed his legs and let his tail, shorter than it was before, sway back and forth. A smile played on his lips. “It really is alright. We’re safe now. The forest is recovering.”

  Rumbug shrugged. “It’s not enough. There is more of this land to save, and we don’t know why the decay began in the first place or if it will come back. I’m not powerful enough to save it on my own, and you can’t all be expected to pick up your lives and leave. Voena gave me this blessing because she believed that I could help the world. But I couldn’t reach all that far, even with such a powerful spell.”

  “You’re being too hard on yourself. Relax.” Croak squeezed Rumbug’s leg. “No one can do everything at once.”

  Rumbug shot his friend a grateful smile. He put a hand on his own belly. It was still warm with Locust’s comfort and love. She would likely be reborn as one of the many children he had created that day, given nine months' time. Before Rumbug could respond, a large platter was set in front of him.

  The plate was absolutely full of delicacies. That was, perhaps, the very best part of civilization. They had many better ways of cooking. The meal was decadent. There were fine, spiced meats of all kinds. Not to mention sweet buns that had been made the day previous and warmed by the fire. Honey-filled tea was paired with a mug full of mead. A salad of chopped veggies was topped with a creamy sauce made from the milk of some of the hulfhorns. Rumbug had been given a fork that he completely ignored. He picked up strips of meat with his fingers and gobbled them down.

  The meal was one of those that fulfilled the mind and body. Everyone enjoyed the food with soft moans of delight. Rumbug most of all. He felt his own pleasure, but there was something more to it. It was a strange, tingling feeling of pride that may have been his but was also someone else’s. He teared up a bit as he stuffed his face. The tears were not Rumbug’s. They were Locust’s tears of joy. She had saved her people, and what was left of her in Rumbug’s body was reaping the rewards. He asked for seconds and thirds. Not just for himself. Rumbug wanted Locust to enjoy what she gave up so much for.

  When it was over, Rumbug collapsed back in his seat. He let out a satisfied sigh. “I missed feasts.”

  “Then you’ll have to visit more often,” Croak cooed. He cut his meat with a knife, moving far slower than Rumbug had. His plate had already been refilled once. “I would say before I die of old age, but I think that spell will keep that at bay for quite some time. I feel young again! Like back when we were kids running through the woods.”

  Rumbug smiled. He licked his fingers clean, then patted his tummy. “Okay, okay. I promise I’ll visit again. I’m not leaving yet, anyway. Gotta figure out how to make the spell stronger before I do. Do you think we could see those carvings you spoke of?”

  “Sure. I have a suggestion, if you don’t mind.”

  Rumbug nodded. He leaned in… Then used the opportunity to snatch up some more meat. It was perfect. Another shot of pride filled his chest. Rumbug had to fight himself not to cry again.

  Croak chuckled. He idly pushed his veggies around with his fork. “This problem has been going on for quite some time. I wouldn’t be shocked if the Capitol has some answer or another. The way I see it, the spell is mostly limited by the fact that we country bumkins don’t exactly have a ton of magic for you to absorb. Those in the City are said to be stronger. Never been myself, but I wouldn’t be shocked. Can’t be wealthy without being strong. Worst comes to worst, you go and tell them we have an answer of some kind. They turn you away and call you crazy. Best case scenario? They listen, and maybe help out some. Assuming you can get those rich bastards off their asses.”

  “That’s brilliant!” Rumbug’s eyes lit up. “You’re a genius. I’ll head out tomorrow and–”

  “Can you stay just a bit longer? Please?”

  Rumbug faltered at the utterly heartbroken look on his old friend’s face. He sighed. “You’re very lucky I love you. Do you know that?”

   Croak nodded. He grinned. “Thank you.”

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Part 1

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Cooking human meat turned out to be rather similar to cooking beef, although the smells were distinctly different. Human was sharper. Warmer. It made Ryan hungry, which made him sick. His morals had yet to fall away. He flipped the steak over. It sizzled. Bubbles of meat juice hissed and popped. Ryan was glad Felix had prepared the meat beforehand.

  The Master was due to come home soon. He expected dinner ready and set up at the table every day when he returned from work. Something that Ryan had learned quickly the first day he had spent alone at the house. Felix expected the place to be spotless. It helped that they rarely made a mess, except for all of the sex. Felix would use Ryan’s body whenever he wanted. He would fuck him while he was eating. Plow him while he was washing. Fill every one of his holes with toys and cock. Ryan would rarely spend the time Felix was home without at least one hole stuffed.

  Ryan stepped away from the pan to glance at his phone. Felix always shot him a text when he was headed home. There was a notification, but it was not the expected one from his master. It was from an unknown number. The Master had removed every saved contact in Ryan’s phone. He had blocked all of them. To receive an unknown text was odd. Especially since it did not look like a spam text.

  “Hey. Something’s wrong. I’m sorry if this is too much. This will be my last message to you. You’ve disappeared, and I’m worried about you. The big boss says to just leave it alone. That someone’s taking care of you. If you need help, I’m here. Even if it’s just bringing you some soup or something. I know we’re not close, but… I dunno. Sorry. See you later?”

  Ryan stared at the text. His stomach twisted up. There was that buzz. That call that chewed at the back of his mind. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. It did not make sense, though. The Master was kind. He was sweet. Loving. Felix used every part of his body and praised him for it. Ryan’s fingers twitched. He opened the message. “Who is this?” He texted back.

  There were those three dots. The person was typing. Ryan was frozen. His stomach was twisted into a thousand knots. He hardly noticed the smell of burning meat. The person finally answered. “Shira. Are you okay??”

  Ryan did not hear the front door open. He did not hear the approaching footsteps. His hand shook as it hovered over the phone’s keyboard. Something gnawed at him. He wanted to tell her he was fine, but his mind fought against itself. Ryan did not want to lie. But why would it be a lie?

  “You’ve burnt dinner.” Felix muttered into Ryan’s ear. He grabbed his ass. “I’m not mad, but I am awfully disappointed–”

  Ryan’s breath caught. He instinctively leaned back into Felix’s touch. Dread twisted inside him. “Master! I– I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I promise. Someone texted me and it was a big distraction. I can fix it. Please don’t be mad at me.”

  Felix did not respond. A look of cruel hatred spread across his face as he stared down at the phone. He scooped it up. Ryan let out a whine. It took every fiber of his being to not try to grab it back. Especially when Felix started typing. There was a long, tense moment. Ryan squirmed. Tears bubbled at the corners of his vision. He moved to fix the burning meat, but the Master hooked his arm around his hips. His nails dug into Ryan. That earned a gasp. Felix tossed his phone back on the counter. “Send that.”

  Send it? Ryan swallowed hard as his eyes flicked over the text. It read as such: “Don’t fucking talk to me ever again, you worthless cunt. You’re a creep. Can’t you understand that I have a life? That I don’t want some crazy fucking bitch constantly bugging me? I blocked you for a reason. Fuck off.”

  Ryan shook his head. “That’s so… so mean…”

  Felix grabbed Ryan’s chin with his free hand. He forced him to look into his eyes. All at once, the fog filled Ryan’s head. His mind emptied. His mouth fell open as he struggled to breathe. All he could think about was Felix and how he felt about everything. How much it must have hurt the Master to see him acting this way. Tears streaked down his face. Felix was not enraged. He was hurting at the betrayal of his trusted pet. Ryan was horrible. He was pathetic. He should have berated the woman for even pestering him like that.

  “M-Master… I’m so sorry,” Ryan blubbered. He trembled like a kicked dog. “I’m so, so sorry. I did not want to hurt you. Master… Oh, Master. I promise you I’ll do better. I’ll never talk to anyone again. Please don’t be mad, Master. This isn’t your fault. It’s mine. How can I make it up to you? Tell me! I’ll do anything. Please…”

  It was all said between shaky sobbing. Felix kept a serious face all the way until the end. Then he sighed and gestured at the phone. Ryan sent the message without a single thought. He blocked the new number. That woman did not know anything. She was just a creep who never left him alone. Felix pet his head. “Good boy. We all make mistakes sometimes. What matters is that you repay them… especially because you’ve burnt the last bit of my last toy. Now what will we have for dinner?”

  “I can m-make something vegetarian! Or uh… run to the store and pick up some beef? We need to go shopping soon anyways, so–”

  Felix shook his head. There was that disappointment again. It made Ryan sob. Felix sighed. “You know… You need to be punished after your idiotic little slip up. It seems only fitting that it be right now. Go lay down on the kitchen table.”

  Ryan blinked. He knew, logically, that he should have been more nervous. The fog in his brain made that impossible. Hell, he was sort of relaxed. Ryan pushed himself to move. He crawled onto the table and laid down flat. It was impossible to see the Master from his position. There was clanging. The noise of metal sliding out of wood should have made Ryan’s stomach turn. A knife. Any logical person would be scared of those. Ryan could hardly be called a person.

  Felix strode over. He tugged Ryan’s legs up and propped them on his shoulders. “What a good boy. You’re already ready for me. How cute. This is why I love you so much. You’re just an obedient little slut.”

  The words made Ryan’s heart flutter. His dick put a tent in his apron. He covered his face with an arm. It was impossible to respond with just how flustered he was. Felix unzipped his pants. He pressed his fat dick against Ryan’s ass. There was a shock of cold when he dribbled lube all over the entrance. Ryan gasped. His hips twitched into his Master as his butthole was massaged. Felix pressed his tip against the tight pucker. It teased him for only a moment. Then the Master slipped more than half of his length inside.

  Ryan howled with pleasure. His hips slammed back. He was as bad as a dog in heat. Tears rolled down his face. Ryan sobbed. It was a strange mix of pure, animalistic euphoria and a terror that was being pounded out of him with every thrust. He looked up at his Master to see Felix holding a knife. It glistened in the light. Perfectly sharped. Perfectly prepared. It was the type of knife one would use to carve a turkey. Felix pounded Ryan so casually, it was as if his upper half was disconnected. He grabbed rubbing alcohol and carefully cleaned the surface of the blade. “I wouldn’t want you getting an infection and spoiling my meat.”

  “Wh..wha?” Ryan managed through a groan.

  The words dragged their way through Ryan’s mind as if through a pit of tar. He could only focus on the intense pleasure as he fulfilled his purpose. Some part of him knew he was in danger, but what did it matter? He was enjoying himself. A cry of pleasure escaped him when the blade pressed against his belly. It was icy cold. Every little twitch caused him to nick himself on the razor edge. Tiny beads of blood bubbled around it. Felix spoke gently. Lovingly. “Careful now. This will hurt, and you will love every second. Relax and it shall be easy.”

  Ryan nodded. He wanted to cry out that he would do anything for Master, but all that came out was a useless slur of syllables. Felix slipped the blade down. It carved through the top layer of flesh with ease. Never quite carving deep enough to anything vital. Just enough to get a thick slab of meat. Ryan screamed. Sparks shot through his mind. They were blinding. It was impossible to tell pleasure from pain. His only saving grace was that the knife cut smoothly. Felix carefully removed the meat and set it on a clean plate. Blood rolled out of Ryan in rivers. It drenched the table. His head spun as he screamed and sobbed and twitched. He was inches from cumming until Felix spoke again.

  “Remember. No orgasm. Not until I’m ready for you to cum. You’re a good boy. You handled this so well. I’m so proud of you.” Felix feathered kisses over Ryan’s cheeks before planting a deeper one on his lips. Then he grabbed some disinfectant, a coagulating gel, and bandages. All of it had been set up nearby so that he never had to fully pull out. He kept pounding as he treated the wound. “Now we have meat for dinner. I do expect you to cook it right this time. I can trust you to do that, can’t I? You’re my good boy. You’ll do whatever I say. I know you liked it. Your ass is clenching. Begging for me to stuff it. Are you ready for my cum?”

  Ryan whined. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. All self control had been lost. If it were not for the direct command, he would have been spraying cum like a fire hose. The anti-biotic burned. His hips slammed back as he took the entire length.

  Felix licked blood from his fingers. His breath sped up. He leaned in and kissed Ryan deeply. The Master pressed his tongue inside. It was coppery. That was the taste of Ryan’s own ichor. His whole body was wracked with tremors. It tasted so good. Felix moaned into his mouth. He bit down on Ryan’s lip as orgasm crashed over him. Rope after thick, hot rope poured deep into his guts. It stuffed Ryan to his limits. His eyes rolled. His breath went still. Any normal human would have cum.

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  It had turned out to be much harder to cook when one had a carved up belly and had nearly passed out from multiple orgasms up the ass. Ryan managed it. Even if the Master made it nearly impossible by continuing to tease him and plow his butt while he cooked. He had Ryan suck him off while he ate, then sent him off to the bathroom with a warning that he would be there soon.

  Felix had told Ryan to get on his knees in the shower. He had told him that he wanted to clean up after such a messy meal. Ryan was more than happy to comply. The pathetic, bandaged, naked man sat on his knees in the shower. It made them ache but he paid them little mind. His heart raced as he waited. All he could think about was getting his lips around his Master’s cock.

  Felix slipped into the bathroom. He had slipped off all of his clothing. Ryan stared, mouth agape. There was that perfect, sculpted frame. It was kalossian. He wanted to bury his face in those juicy pecs. His dick was hard as steel, ironic because Felix was only half chub. The Master slipped into the shower. He turned on the water. It did not matter to him that the icy spray hit Ryan, nor that it soaked his bandages and made the water run red. He grabbed a loofah and prepared a lovely smelling soap. Lavender. It made Ryan’s cock twitch. Felix lazily tossed the loofah to his pet. “Bathe me. I’m covered in your filth.”

  Ryan was more than happy to oblige. He carefully scrubbed every inch of his Master’s legs and feet, then trailed up to his hips. It was difficult to think through the way the soap stung his wound. He was forced to stop when Felix pushed his head back.

  “One moment,” Felix groaned through gritted teeth. He aimed his dick at Ryan’s face. The pet’s eyes lit up. He knew exactly what his Master was doing. Felix had done it before. Many times, by that point. It was the perfect reminder of what he was. A pathetic little tool. Felix rolled his head back and sighed. “Fuck, that’s nice. You make a damn good toilet.”

  The Master let loose a stinking stream of piss that hit Ryan directly in the face. It was warm. Disgustingly warm. It ran down his cheeks and over his lips. The piss was salty, too, and tasted of the dinners Ryan had prepared. He teared up, though he did not know why. It brought him pure euphoria to be used by his master like a pathetic little toilet. Tears streamed down his face. He opened his mouth and laughed, even as he was hit with even more piss. Some slid down his body and stung his wound. More got in his hair. It marked him as Felix’s. Who would want him knowing he was such a worthless piece of shit that he got off to being used as a human urinal?

  Felix wiped the last dribbles of urine on Ryan’s cheek. He groaned with pleasure. “Good boy. I feel much better. Tell me, do you like it? Show me how dirty you are.”

  Ryan nodded. He lapped at the tip of Felix’s cock. Between licks, he moaned out his words. “Master, I love you. I love this. Everything you’ve done for me has turned me into the best version of myself. It’s turned me into everything I deserve. I’m your worthless cum dump. Use me as your urinal. It’s what I’m meant to be. I love you, Master!”

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  Over the next week, it was getting harder and harder for Ryan to think. He had defaulted to sitting and staring at the door when he was not cleaning or cooking. All he would dream about was the Master’s dick. All he would crave was being stuffed. It took Felix commanding him to eat for him to remember to do it.

  That day, Felix had come home early. He had grabbed Ryan and started pounding him over the dining table. Hard. It was the hardest he had ever plowed his fuck toy. He was clearly excited for something. What it was, Ryan was uncertain. Not that he cared. All he knew was that he was pleasing his master just right. Pleasure turned his brain into mush. It was getting harder and harder to think with every thrust. All he wanted was to cum, but Felix had yet to let him.

  “Look at you. Such a cute little whore. Do you know what I’m going to do with you tonight? Tonight is the night that I’m turning you into dinner. I’ll fuck you until your brain melts and you are nothing more than a puddle on the table. Then I’ll get the butcher knife and process your body. I’ll drain you of blood. And while it drains? I’ll fuck your limp excuse of a corpse.”

  Ryan moaned. What little was left of his fragile mind knew he should have been terrified. But why should he be? It was everything he wanted. Everything he deserved. “Thank you, Master!” Ryan screamed, “Please, I need to be yours. All yours. I need you to eat me up and make us one! Fuck my brain out of me. I don’t need it. A stupid fucking whore doesn’t deserve to think!”

  Felix pounded faster. Harder. He wrapped his fingers around Ryan’s neck. The slut’s eyes rolled back. His airway was cut off. “Fuck,” Felix moaned. “I love you. Such a good little toy. It’ll be a shame to see you go. It’s not often I get such a perfect whore. So tight. So obedient. I love you so much.”

  Love. The word made Ryan tear up. “I l-love you too, M-master!” He wheezed.

  Those blessed fingers dug in deeper. Felix ripped into Ryan’s ass. He pushed him into a kiss that robbed him of the last of his air. When he broke it, he nipped Ryan’s lip hard enough to punch through the soft skin. They shared the blood in their mouths with another kiss. It was blinding. Overwhelming. Ryan felt as though he might explode. Weeks of blue balls were catching up to him. Sparks of pleasure covered the ache in his loins. He gripped onto Felix for dear life.

  Every thrust slammed coherent thought further out of Ryan’s head. He buried his face in Felix’s shoulder. It was warm. Comforting. It was Ryan’s entire world, and that was how he wanted it to be. He sobbed and screamed and begged with sounds that could hardly be described as words. His eyes rolled. Ryan was so close. All he had to do was…

  “Cum. Cum for me. Show me just how much you love me. I want to feel you cum.”

  The order drove Ryan over the edge in an instant. His mind went white as wave after wave of orgasm crushed his mind. He screamed, though he could hardly understand that he was making any noise. All that he knew was that it felt good to give it all up. Pure, white, empty pleasure. His mind was melting. He knew it was for as long as there was enough of it to know. Ryan, or what was left of him, bucked desperately into his lover. Shots of cum hit him in the face. They painted Felix’s chest.

  Everything was empty bliss. No more thought. No more coherent understanding. Not that Ryan would have wanted that if he were still capable of want. He was nothing. Just a worthless little puddle on the floor. Considered human only by the shape of his body. Spunk kept coming. It drenched the two men. His cock twitched as it kept going until there were only tiny dribbles left. That was all Ryan was. A cum sleeve meant to be broken and plowed. He twitched and squirmed. It was pure instinct. There was nothing left inside to do it consciously.

  Felix pulled out. He shot his own cum into the swirling mess of Ryan’s. “Fuck… such a good little whore… Gh… I haven’t had a pet like you in a long time. Don’t worry. I’ll use your body well.”

  The Master patted Ryan’s face. He did not react. All there was was another shot of pleasure that made him squirt more beads of cum. He drooled uselessly. Felix giggled. He wiped himself off with a wash cloth, then grabbed the butcher knife. It was huge. Made for carving large animals. Felix traced his finger over the cool metal. He had sharpened it to perfection in preparation. The master grinned.

  “Just remember that I do this because I love you. Because devouring you is pure bliss. I have loved you from the moment I saw you, and I want you to feel it.”

  Of course, Ryan could not respond. He did not even process the words. The limp excuse for a human only twitched on instinct when the cool metal of the blade was pressed against his throat. Felix held his head in place by the hair. He narrowed his eyes as he traced a line to follow. It bubbled with tiny beads of blood. Felix lifted the knife, then brought it back down with a swift slice.

  The Master was an expert butcher. He had carved just deep enough to cut open the esophagus. A fresh well of gore sprouted. It rushed down Ryan’s neck and drained onto the table. The dying whore’s body convulsed on instinct. It gasped and wheezed. Felix watched him squirm. He stroked himself to the twitching. “Fuck… That’s hot.”

  Felix only went back in when the twitching ceased. When the wheezing had turned into gurgling, then melted away into nothing at all. Bloody drool oozed from Ryan’s lips. Felix spun the knife in his hand. He carefully spread each of Ryan’s limbs. It started at the left shoulder. Felix brought the knife down with a wretched crunch. The blade punched through the socket and slipped the arm free. Then he went down and got the elbow. That was followed by the wrist. Each piece was carefully lined up and inspected. Felix grinned.

  The other arm was next, followed by the legs. Each leg took much more hacking than either of the arms combined. The meat was thicker there. As were the bones. Felix held the left leg in place. He pulled back the flesh so as little of it covered the hip socket as possible. One hack managed to cleave halfway through, but it took two more before the limb was fully severed. The skin there was tougher. It was a struggle to split it apart. One’s knee cap also made it difficult to cut through. It needed to be cleaved through on its own. Then Felix could get to the rest of the leg. All of that struggle made the ankle look easy. One smooth chop was all it took. He knew some people who might be interested in Ryan’s feet. Maybe he would sell them off.

  Finally was to remove the head. Felix was expert enough to cut in the incision he had already made. Still, the spine was a certain pain in the ass. The way it folded over itself meant it took considerable force to cleave through. Felix gritted his teeth as he brought the blade down. There was a wretched crunch, then Ryan’s skull rolled free. The master squeaked. He caught it just before it fell and splatted on the floor.

  With each limb removed, Felix stood back to admire his work. He trailed his fingers over the stumpy torso. His dick drooled precum. “So beautiful. A shame your body won’t last forever.” He trailed kisses up the belly and chest. “I love you. Cute little thing. You’ll make a lovely burger. Perhaps some sausage or a meat pie. I’d put Sweeny Todd to shame with pies made from you.”

  Felix pulled away. He grabbed his carving knife and set to work. It started with carving the thick, juicy slabs of meat from the legs. Thighs were one of the best parts of any animal being butchered. Felix piled his prey’s meat slabs on a large plate to be packaged and stored for later. He tossed the bones into the sink. They would make great use as stock in a soup, or ground up to be used in his garden. Felix was efficient. He knew how to cut so that he did not miss an ounce of fat or muscle. Even the smallest chunks were put onto the platter.

  There was less meat on the arms, but Felix was careful to get every part. He separated it from the leg meat on a different plate and noted out loud, “I can’t afford to get those two mixed up again. It messes with the food.”

  Felix continued to talk to Ryan as he cut away at his chest. He found it soothing, and only fair to the man he had killed. It was like talking to a plant or pet.

  “You have such nice meat. I prepared your body well. Don’t worry. I won’t waste a bit. You worked so hard to be such a fine meal. It would be a shame to ruin even a little bit of that. Such a good boy… Tell you what. Tonight, I’ll make you into a curry. That always was your favorite. Then the very first thing you’ll be when you're dead is something you love.”

  It took over two hours to properly butcher Ryan’s body. All the while, Felix spoke to him. Told him of all the things he would do with his corpse. He spoke so lovingly as he drew organs out of his prey’s tummy. Cooed about how fine and beautiful his bones were. In the end, he started packaging the meat, leaving only the head for him to fuck as he pleased.

Part 2

~~

The Starbucks was bustling. The sounds of snappy customers and screaming children made any one of the workers want to rip their hair out. It was one of those days where Ryan swore that everything in the world was out to fuck him and his coworkers over. One of the local high school’s had their graduation merely an hour before; Friday was one of their highest traffic days normally, and two people had quit before their shift had even started. Ryan could only think about how he was not paid enough to manage all of this shit as he rung up order after order. Each more painfully complicated than the last.

  Ryan did not look up at the customer until he heard the dreaded words. “One oat milk latte please.”

  The Starbucks manager’s stomach twisted. He steeled his resolve. His gaze shot up, though he had yet to fully process the man. Not when all he saw was a crowd of pissy customers who might bite his head off. “Sorry, sir. We’re all out of oat milk.”

  Then Ryan braced for the third person to scream at him over their lack of such a simple ingredient. The screaming never came. He blinked, then fully took in the man before him. It took all of his self-control for his mouth not to fall open. The man was drop-dead gorgeous. He was ripped. His rippling muscles strained against his button-up as if they were trying to tear free. His smile was kind and genuine, with perfect, pearly teeth. The man’s hair was groomed out of his face, but still a bit windswept and messy. Blue eyes seemed to read into Ryan’s soul.

  On top of it all, the man had a voice one could only describe as soothing. “It’s alright. I’ll have it with coconut milk then. I understand.”

  Ryan could have cum for this man on the spot. He almost teared up. “Right– Uh. Can I get a name for that order?” He grabbed a glass with one hand and punched the order into the register with the other. “We’ll have it out to you as soon as we can, but things are pretty busy right now.”

  The man chuckled and nodded. “I noticed. Makes me glad I don’t work in fast food anymore.” Even his laugh was as sweet as honey. “Felix. Spelled with an x.”

  Felix punctuated his name with a wink. Ryan could feel his heart stop. He sputtered a bit and prayed that his blush was not as bright as it felt. “Right. Thank you for your patience, Felix.”

  The name was sweet on Ryan’s tongue. He watched Felix wander off to a seat. It was hard to resist staring at that perfectly sculpted butt as he went. The next customer in line cleared her throat. “I’ll have a Vente matcha latte with cold foam, caramel drizzle and…”

~~

  Ever since that day, Ryan hoped he would see Felix again. Preferably on one of their less busy days. He thought about the man near constantly. Maybe even to an unhealthy degree. It did not help that Ryan had little to his name. He was no-contact with his family after they kicked him out for being, in their words, a pansy-ass fag. Something that still chewed at him to this day. His work kept him from making any real friends, and Starbucks was a revolving door of employees. There was certainly never a chance to date.

  It took four days before Felix showed up again. The shift had been slow. Ryan was cleaning the counter and occasionally looking up, hoping he would see the man. He almost did not believe it when it actually happened. Ryan rushed to the cash register. “Hey, Felix! Welcome back. We have oatmilk in stock today.”

  Felix chuckled. The noise warmed Ryan’s heart. “Awww, just for me? And you remembered my name? I’m flattered. I’ll have one of those. Get me a quiche too. Warm, if you can.”

  “Of course.” Ryan punched in the order. He was blushing again. Had it been too weird for him to remember the customer’s name? Now he was overthinking. “You were just nice on a day we needed that.”

  Felix leaned on the counter. He was not shy about looking Ryan over. “Hard not to be nice to someone so cute.”

  Ryan choked up. It was all he could do to sputter, “Oh, thank you.”

  “Of course. If you’re comfortable with it, I’d love to get your number. No pressure, though. I just don’t wanna miss this opportunity.”

  Ryan squeaked. He grabbed the glass for the latte and started filling it. Felix’s gaze burned into him with every step of the process. When it was finished, he took a moment to write his number on the cup. His handwriting was shaky with nerves. “Here you go. I’ll have that quiche out for you in a bit. Uhm… Thank you. Again. For your patience. I’m not really used to getting flirted with either.”

  That blush deepened. Ryan busied himself in preparing the quiche. Felix lifted an eyebrow. “I find that hard to believe. Someone as handsome as you deserves to be doted on.” He broke into a laugh. A warm, full belly laugh. “I hope I’m not acting too creepy. You’ve just enchanted me.”

  Enchanted. The flowery language made Ryan’s head spin. His face was on fire. “Don’t worry. I’m not complaining.”

~~

  Ryan stared at his phone. He lay back in his bed, lit only by the dim glow of the screen. Felix had really texted him. It was not some fucked up prank. Just a genuine text asking how he was doing. He asked about how the workday was. Wondered if there had been any crazy customers like the first time they had met. Ryan had yet to build up the courage to respond. His heart raced. It felt as though it might explode out of his chest. He swallowed hard, then forced himself to text. Ryan rewrote the words over and over before finally landing on the following text.

  “Hey! It was good. Busy, lol. No crazy customers today. Thank god. How’re you?”

  A text that short should not have taken Ryan fifteen minutes to type out, but he could not help it. The last thing he wanted to do was fumble someone as beautiful as Felix. Just the thought of him turned him on. He slipped his hand into his boxers and idly stroked himself. “Fuck…” Ryan whispered.

  Ryan felt like the world’s most disgusting pervert. It was only made worse by a realization. He had Felix’s name and number. A bit of Google searching was all it took to find the man’s Instagram. His heart skipped a beat. Felix was the sort to post pictures of his life. Shirtless pictures, mostly. Some at the beach, where his beautiful body was slicked with sweat. Others at the gym. He flexed his muscles in the mirror and took pictures that would have made any man jealous.

  Ryan’s breath caught in his throat. He stroked himself faster. “I’m disgusting…” He whispered. “Disgusting fucking pervert.”

  That only made Ryan go faster. He could imagine Felix chastising him. Calling him a pervert as he forced him to jerk off to pictures of his fat pecs and six-pack. There were even some where he got a good look at Felix’s bulge. It was big. Certainly the biggest Ryan had ever seen. His breath came in ragged pants. He needed to stop. Felix had not consented to this. Ryan was disgusted with himself.

  The final picture that made Ryan cum was Felix in such a tight business suit that the buttons were straining and pockets of his chest showed through. The pants were so tight that one could see every ridge and line from his cock. There was a caption that read, “Looks like I need some new clothes for the office.”

  Ryan’s eyes were glued to that bulge as he came. It was the hardest orgasm he had had in his entire life. Spunk shot all over his phone and hands. He crumpled back onto the bed. What a disgusting failure of a man. Felix would hate him if he knew.

~~

  The next two weeks had Ryan falling into a spiral. Every day, he would hope Felix would come to Starbucks for an oatmilk latte. He saved oatmilk for just that exact drink on any day where they were running low. Felix did come almost every one of those days. They would have a brief conversation. Always something fairly benign. Felix was a slow texter. He only responded a couple of times a day. Ryan learned he was an accountant for a large firm. Felix went to the gym regularly and kept a strict diet. He was a surfer when he had free time, but would joke about how rare free time was.

  Felix became all-consuming. When he was not around, Ryan would think about him. There were times he had to hide in the supply closet because just the thought of the man who was courting him turned him into a horny animal. He would whip out his phone and blow a load to some picture of Felix’s handsome face. There were times he forgot an order because he was daydreaming about dating the man. Other times he would forget to eat because he was scrolling Felix’s Instagram. It was one of these times when Ryan was on his lunch break that one of his coworkers approached him.

  Shira put a hand on her manager’s shoulder. She was a goth girl who was in college to study marine biology. No doubt she would be gone the moment she finished her final year. A shame, really. She and Ryan would have gotten along well. They shared many of the same interests. “Hey, dude. You good? You haven’t touched your food, and I think your break’s almost over.”

  Ryan barely glanced up at his coworker. He continued to scroll as he spoke. “I’m fine. Get back to work.”

  “I’m just a bit worried. I don’t want to overstep because we’re not close or anything, but you’ve been acting weird lately–”

  “It’s fine,” Ryan snapped. “I’m fine. Can you fuck off and get your work done? It’s my break. I don’t want to be bothered if it’s not important.”

  Shira flinched back. She mouthed for words, but none came. Her shoulders fell, and a sigh escaped her. “Fine. Sure. Whatever. See you in five.”

  With that, Shira wandered back to her station. Ryan did not bother to watch her go. He was glued to his screen. Some time ago, he would have felt bad for snapping at his coworker. A part of him still did. That part was crushed out by a much more invasive thought. He did not need flighty friends who would leave him in less than a year’s time. Especially since he had Felix.

~~

  “Do you want to come over to my place and have dinner tonight?”

  The text had been burned into Ryan’s memory from the amount of times he had read it. He had rushed home from work that night and tore through his closet to find the nicest clothes he had without straight-up wearing a tuxedo. A simple, powder-blue polo and khakis would have to work. He had texted back with an immediate yes. Something he was not supposed to have done while at work. A rule that he had been ignoring for days now.

  Ryan stood outside of Felix’s house. His heart roared in his ears. He felt as though he might faint. Ryan’s hand trembled when he knocked on the door. The place was no mansion, but it was certainly nice. It was a two-story home in the suburbs with freshly painted walls and a manicured lawn. The kind of place that would typically be so far out of Ryan’s price range that he could not imagine living there. Certainly not alone. It seemed Felix’s job paid well.

  The door creaked open, and there stood Felix. He wore a button-up that had the top several buttons open to reveal his plump pecs. Felix had put on a nice, musky cologne and slicked his hair back with gel. “There’s the handsome bastard. Come on in. A bit of an apology ahead of time. As much as I like to cook, I’m not always the best at it.”

  “It’s alright! I’m terrible at cooking.” Ryan scooted inside. He slipped off his shoes and followed Felix deeper inside. “Thank you for inviting me.”

  Inside was just as beautiful as the outside. There were paintings all along the walls. The smell of cleaner was pleasantly lemony. His floor was decorated with plush rugs on top of hardwood. There was a bowl full of keys by the door and a rack full of jackets. Felix even had a fishing hat. Ryan paused. He stared at the hat. There were some reddish spots on it. Blood stains?

  “This way’s the dining room!” Felix cooed. He led the way to a separate room with an old, oaken table. It was set for two. There were candles and wine. They were the exact picture of romance. “Feel free to sit. I’ll bring dinner to the table.”

  Ryan slipped into one of the seats. They had cute blue cushions with gold lining. It was so entirely soft and comfy. He melted back into it. A long sigh of relaxation escaped him. Felix scooted off into another room. Presumably the kitchen. The smell of stew wafted into the dining room. It made Ryan drool. He leaned back and glanced at his phone. There was a text from Shira. Ryan almost ignored it, but then he remembered that he had to do his job. If there was an emergency, he needed to get someone on that.

  “Hey, Ryan. I just wanted to check in. I’m sorry that I pushed too hard yesterday. I’m just worried about you. You’ve been acting weird lately. I don’t want to pry too much, but I’m concerned.”

  Ryan’s shoulders fell. His stomach dropped. He remembered the way he snapped at her and a bubble of guilt boiled in his throat. Ryan started to respond back, but the words could not come to him. It occurred to him that his mind was all sorts of fuzzy. A heavy fog hung over him. He searched for words. None could make it through the cloud. A weight dug into his chest. Something was wrong, but he could not put his finger on what.

  “I hope beef stew is okay!~”

  The moment he heard Felix’s voice, Ryan forgot about the text. He nearly dropped his phone as he fumbled to put it back into his pocket. His eyes lit with excitement. “It’s good– Great! I love meat. Beef. Thick juicy beef. Ha. Hahaha. Beef stew is fine.”

  Felix chuckled as he stepped over and set a pot of stew on a hot pad. He ladled stew into each of their bowls. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

  Ryan felt as though he might melt. Yet, there was still that nagging feeling. The knowledge that something was wrong. He stared down into his stew. It smelled perfect. Ryan was at dinner with the perfect man. Nothing should be wrong about it. Had he always been so entirely enthralled by Felix? Had he always thought he was perfect? That seemed weird. Of course he did. Why would he not?

  “I’m glad you came today, because I think it’s time for a serious discussion.”

  Ryan’s heart stopped. He looked up. “Did I do something wrong? I want to date you! Please. I’ll fix it. Whatever it is, I can change.”

  Felix chuckled as he waved a dismissive hand. “No, no. You’re always so nervous. It isn’t that. I’m not going to let you leave that easily. What I want to talk to you about is your new role.”

  Ryan blinked. He tilted his head. “Like a promotion? But we don’t work at the same place.” His brain dragged itself through a pit of sludge. His instincts had him uneasy, but that seemed ridiculous. Ryan could trust Felix with his life. “Unless you’re some CEO or some shit. Like in uh… One of those cheesy romances?”

  That earned a giggle from the muscular fellow. Felix shook his head no. He ate a bite of soup. Ryan copied him. He did not want to be rude. Felix wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Not quite. I have spoken to your boss. You’re fired.”

  Silence. Ryan narrowed his eyes as he tried to think through what that could mean. “You got me fired…? But I’ve been working there for years…” It was not anger, so much as confusion.

  “It needed to be done. A bit of claiming sexual harassment and threatening legal action was all it took.” Felix said it all so casually, as if it were everyday conversation. He was animated when he spoke. Moving his hand. Circling his spoon idly in the air. “You’re my new fuck sleeve after all. I can’t have you running off to Starbucks every day, and I certainly can’t risk you telling anyone else. That could put me in some real danger. Then I would not be able to turn such a cute, little submissive bitch into my pet!”

  Ryan dropped his spoon. His eyes widened. He wanted to be angry, but he found himself getting hornier by the word. “You can’t do that. That’s insane. You’re insane…” The words were hollow.

  “Maybe. But you’re here willingly. Sort of.” Felix waved a dismissive hand. “Submissive whores fall for me so easily. It’s written in their DNA. They take one look– One little glance, and they fall for my spell. That’s it. That’s all it takes. It’s cute, really. Seeing your stupid brain fall apart the moment you see me. Your pupils get all big. It makes me want to squish your cheeks and kiss your little nose.”

  Ryan hated how his brain processed that as a compliment. He covered his face with his hand. “S-Stop… Please… I want to go home.”

  “Do you? Tell me honestly. Because it looks like you want to stay with me.”

  All Ryan could manage was a pathetic sputter. He shrank in his seat. His dick strained against his khakis, aching to be touched. Felix raised an eyebrow. He gestured to the stew. Ryan blushed and nodded. He followed the man’s silent command without a single complaint. The flavor was heavenly.

  “You’re mine now, and you’ll be staying here unless otherwise commanded. I will use your body however I wish. You will fall for me more every time you see me. When we touch, your brain will lose more of itself. When I stuff you full of my cum, your mind will melt away. I will bend you over and fuck you in every position imaginable. You’re going to beg for it.” All of this was said casually as Felix continued to eat. One would be convinced it were a normal date were they not able to hear the words. “You will be my slave. It will involve cooking, cleaning, and offering your body to me. Your mind will betray you. Your body will betray you. Before long, you’ll be clinging to me when I get home and humping my leg like a desperate dog. I will use you however I wish. Fucking your face. Your ass. You’ll be nothing more than my urinal and cum dump. And when it’s over? When you’ve become something that pathetic and broken? Your mind will be erased. Every trace of you will be gone.”

  Ryan’s breath caught in his throat. “And after that?”

  “I only enjoy pets I can tear apart,” Felix hummed. “So I’ll kill you. Don’t worry. I don’t waste a single part of my prey. Honestly, I think trophy hunting is despicable. Your meat will be used to feed me and my next pet. That’s what is in this stew. The last man I broke. The skin will be repurposed for leather, and the bones for artistry and glue.”

  It was the most disgusting thing Ryan had ever heard. He gagged. It hit him that the beef had never quite been the right texture. Ryan stared into the bowl. He poked at the chunks of meat. It was disgusting. Ryan knew it was. So why did he go in for another bite? He could not stop himself. His hands shook. Tears bubbled at the corners of his vision.

  “Sometimes I make sausage with the organs as a casing. Other times, I prefer to use them as meals of their own. Human liver is delicious if cleaned properly.” Felix laughed as if he were telling some anecdote at the office. “I made that mistake once. I was on the toilet for hours. That sucked. So, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to prepare you without any flaw.”

  It was a strange feeling. To feel the adrenaline pumping through Ryan’s veins, yet to be unable to know if it was fear or excitement. The logical part of his brain knew that he needed to run. That the man in front of him was insane. That he should throw his soup at Felix and make for the door. Ryan put a hand on his head. It was getting harder to hear that voice. Things were too foggy to understand it.

  “Finish your stew. I want to get to using you, but I don’t want to starve my pet. The better and healthier you eat, the better you’ll taste. I believe they call that gut loading in the reptile hobby.”

  Ryan’s body moved on its own. He gobbled up the meal with animalistic greed. It made Felix giggle. His predatory gaze burrowed into Ryan. Somehow, that only made him harder. Beads of precum stained his pants. He grabbed the bowl and chugged its contents, then plopped it on the table.

  “Careful not to choke,” Felix teased.

  “Yes– I– No. Fuck.” Ryan rubbed his face. “Sorry?”

  “Much better. I like it when you apologize to me for misbehaving. Good boy.”

  Praise had never felt so good. Ryan clutched his chest. He was grinning. How long had he been grinning for? It was hard to say. “I need– I need to go home and get my stuff. I need to call my boss.”

  “That’s silly. Why would you need to do any of that? You’re here. You’re home. Fuck toys don’t own things, and I’m your only boss now. I’m the only man you will ever talk to again. I want you to get on your knees under the table and apologize for even thinking about other men. Only bad whores do that.”

  Bad? Fuck, why did that make Ryan so sick? His head was spinning. He gripped the table and tried to fight his body. It did not listen. Ryan was grateful for the rug under the table. It kept his knees from aching. He glanced up. Underneath the table was the evidence of all of the countless other men that Felix had broken. Shaky claw marks dug into the wood next to dark stains and spots of cum. There were spots and smudges. One must have had a marker and had tried to write something. All that was left was a mess of wordless scribbles. “I don’t… I don’t want this… Please, let me go.”

  “But you do. Admit it. Doesn’t it feel good?”

  “It does.” Ryan stiffened. He slapped a hand over his mouth, but he kept going. “I want to submit to you. I want to offer my body to you. It’s all I deserve. Please… S…Stop…”

  Ryan clutched his head. His breath was ragged. He swayed slightly. Ryan was losing the battle with himself. With his spinning brain. Felix cupped his face, and all thoughts were dashed away. He gently rubbed Ryan’s cheek with his thumb. “Good boy. Just listen to what your body wants. It will feel so much better than fighting it.”

  “I shouldn’t like this…”

  “Submissive whores are built to love this.”

  That made sense. Ryan was submissive, but he had never thought of himself as a whore. Maybe he was wrong? That did not feel quite right. He dug his fingers into the carpet. His stomach twisted in knots.

  “Beg.”

  The word hooked into Ryan’s brain. It dug in, tearing at anything that resembled conscious thought. His mouth fell open. “Please… let me service you.”

  “Good boy.”

  Felix grabbed Ryan by the hair. He unzipped his pants and let his dick flop out. It was the longest Ryan had seen, even in porn. The girth made him drool. The tip was an angry red. Beads of precum drooled onto the carpet. Ryan reached up with shaking fingers. He brushed them over the veiny length. It was warm. Soft. All he could think about was how it would feel stuffing his holes. Ryan pressed his lips to the underside of the shaft. The musky heat had him coming back in for a second kiss, then a third. He ran his tongue from the base to the tip. Its taste sparked something in his belly. His cock splurted a fresh shot of precum.

  “See? Was that so hard? All you had to do was submit to it. You wanted to submit. Now you get to feel amazing. Thank me for helping you realize your purpose in life.”

  “Thank you…” Ryan whispered.

  “Louder than that. You will end everything with Master. I want you to learn your place under me.”

  Ryan swallowed hard. He lapped at the tip. His face turned bright red as he tried to spit out the words. Felix pushed his head away. “Wait! I– I’m sorry! Thank you, Master. It’s amazing, Master. Everything that I have ever wanted.”

  “Good. Much better.”

  Felix stroked Ryan’s hair. It was blissful. Shivers danced down Ryan’s spine. He moaned into the meat. His lips wrapped around the tip on pure instinct. Thick precum drooled down his throat. The taste was unlike any other. It shot sparks of euphoria through his hazy excuse for a mind. There was a hint of pineapple sweetness in it. His Master must have prepared beforehand to make it taste good, just for him.

  As Ryan took more cock into his mouth, Felix ate his stew with pleasant leisure. He acted as if everything was entirely normal. His fingers danced through his pet's hair. Felix idly braided it or twisted it around. When he finished his bowl, he let out a pleasant sigh. “I’m almost out of that one’s meat. A shame, really. I suppose that’s what I have you for. Take a deep breath, now. I’m getting close, and I tend to be a bit forceful when I cum.”

  Ryan wanted to thank his Master for the warning, but Felix did not let him pull his head free. He sucked in a shaky breath. His eyes fluttered shut as he braced himself. Felix hooked both hands into his hair. He dug his nails into Ryan as he pulled him back an inch. Then he slammed the man as far down as he could manage. The submissive whore took almost the entire length. He gagged as his throat was stretched to its limits. His jaw strained against the force. Flecks of drool splattered on Felix’s hips.

  Felix pumped his toy on his cock with little care for how he battered the air from his lungs. His hips rolled into Ryan. They slammed into his nose and nearly forced his jaw out of socket. Every thrust was harder and crueler than the last. He gritted his teeth. Ryan could feel his cock throbbing on his tongue. The thick movement of cum made his mouth ache. He groaned into the assault. Then Felix climaxed. Wave after wave of spunk gushed down Ryan’s throat. It poured past his mouth and straight into his gullet. Ryan’s eyes rolled back. He gripped the rug as the last of his air was forced out. A throaty whine massaged more spunk out. The edges of his vision grew dark.

  Just before Ryan passed out, Felix pulled himself free. He let loose the last shots of cum all over his toy’s face. Ryan gasped for breath. Spunk gurgled in his throat. He was forced to swallow it all if he did not want to choke. It was difficult to stay up. Felix wiped his dick off in Ryan’s hair. “There you go… Fuck… That was so good. What a good slut. You’ve got a throat like a vice. Tight as shit. Seems like I’m going to get some good use out of you after all.”

  “Th-Thank you, Master,” Ryan managed through a wheeze.

  “Of course. Now get to the kitchen and do the dishes. I like my house spotless. Don’t worry, you can use the dishwasher, but if that pan isn’t washed by the time I call you to bed? You can expect to be punished for your failure. Oh… and one more thing.”

  Ryan perked up. He was ready for anything his Master ordered. At least, he thought he was, until he heard the words. His stomach twisted, and his shoulders fell.

  “You are not to cum without my permission. If I find out you’ve cum, you can expect an early grave.”

~~

  The order not to cum had turned out to be the hardest for Ryan to follow. He had to fight with himself to not jerk off while he was doing the dishes. That night, Felix plowed Ryan into the bed. His dick punched into his ass and left him dripping for hours. Felix had joked that he was basting his meat. That was two hours ago. The master was asleep next to Ryan on the bed.

  Ryan’s cock was hard as steel. He had to lie on his hands to keep himself from stroking it. His gaze flicked between his master and the room. It was just as nice as the rest of the house. Art on the walls, a fancy lamp on the beside table. Even a dresser that looked like it cost more than Ryan’s entire net worth. The floor was hardwood, but a thick, fluffy rug sat under the bed.

  Felix snuggled into Ryan’s shoulder while he slept. He was warm. Heavy. Ryan felt himself tearing up. He could not quite figure out why. A strange weight pressed against his mind. Something was wrong. This was his best chance to run. But… this was his boyfriend. His Master. Surely he was joking about the whole cutting him up and eating him thing.

  Right?

A pleasure to meet you. I have written over 650,000 words in commissions over the past four years. This is not including my work as a ghost writer, which includes short stories and novels. Not all of my work is on this page, but I encourage readers to peruse my page. I'm known for my weird, specific, and nasty works, but I have also written many not-so-spicy pieces. I am a trans-masc man who has a lot of experience writing both queer and straight characters. I write full time as a job, as well as work as my family's house husband. If you're interested in a commission, please shoot me a message!

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New Customer:$0.055 per word. ($5.50 per 100 words) Regular Customer:$0.05 per word. ($5.00 per 100 words)

Minimum Word Count: 1,000

Maximum Word Count: None at this time. However, I work in 5k chunks and will rotate through my commissions in these 5k chunks. That means you pay for 5k at a time and I send you 5k at a time.

Rush orders: I accept rush orders! If you need a piece done within 2 days, there is a $10 up charge per every 1000 words. This will bump your order to the top of my list.

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Specialties:

Specific/Odd/Disgusting Fetishes

BDSM

Dub/Non-Con

LGBT+ Characters (Particularly Transgender Characters)

Fandom Work (Particularly characters from Anime and Videogames)

Fantasy Work (Particularly Dungeons and Dragons themed)

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Soft Limits: (Works including these require a $15 extra charge per 5k words, minimum $15.)

Scat

Pieces Requiring Extensive Research (i.e. Very specific characters from niche shows/Movies/games, OCs with thousands of words of backstory/Lore)

Aged Up Characters (With limits. This would be discussed while we work out the piece. Characters who are explicitly children and that is a big part of their characters are a no go. Pieces where aging them up is a way to get around the 18+ rule are a no go. This is up to my discretion.)

Pieces I Cannot Post to Advertise Myself (This applies to requests not to post pieces and any fetish that I do not think I could post (these are very rare). However, I am open to changing the names of characters so that I can post the piece with no extra charge.)

Hard Limits: (Will not write works including these elements)

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Characters Below the Age of 18

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How it works:

You send me a message with the idea you have for a piece. This could be anything from a paragraph with your preferred fetishes to a full outline. Then you give me your budget, tell me how many words you would like it to be, or request an estimate based on the idea. A sex scene needs a minimum of 500 words per character in the scene, though I typically recommend at least 1,000 to ensure a fully detailed scene. More specific fetishes or ideas will require more words. After that, I ask for half of the payment up front (through Paypal) to ensure that neither of us will get scammed. It typically takes me up to a week to finish a 5k piece, though there is a good chance I will have it done within three days. Once the piece is finished, you may request a sample. Once I receive the other half of the payment, I send the piece to you as a PDF through Gmail (unless otherwise requested).

~~

Editing Rules:

For every 1,000 words, I will do 100 words of editing for free. After that, edits are $0.03 per word. Changing names/titles of things are completely free. I wish I could do more editing than this, but I have had people try to scam me through asking for excessive edits.

~~

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A pleasure to meet you. I have written over 650,000 words in commissions over the past four years. This is not including my work as a ghost writer, which includes short stories and novels. Not all of my work is on this page, but I encourage readers to peruse my page. I'm known for my weird, specific, and nasty works, but I have also written many not-so-spicy pieces. I am a trans-masc man who has a lot of experience writing both queer and straight characters. I write full time as a job, as well as work as my family's house husband. If you're interested in a commission, please shoot me a message!

~~

Pricing:

New Customer:$0.055 per word. ($5.50 per 100 words) Regular Customer:$0.05 per word. ($5.00 per 100 words)

Minimum Word Count: 1,000

Maximum Word Count: None at this time. However, I work in 5k chunks and will rotate through my commissions in these 5k chunks. That means you pay for 5k at a time and I send you 5k at a time.

Rush orders: I accept rush orders! If you need a piece done within 2 days, there is a $10 up charge per every 1000 words. This will bump your order to the top of my list.

~~

Specialties:

Specific/Odd/Disgusting Fetishes

BDSM

Dub/Non-Con

LGBT+ Characters (Particularly Transgender Characters)

Fandom Work (Particularly characters from Anime and Videogames)

Fantasy Work (Particularly Dungeons and Dragons themed)

~~

Soft Limits: (Works including these require a $15 extra charge per 5k words, minimum $15.)

Scat

Pieces Requiring Extensive Research (i.e. Very specific characters from niche shows/Movies/games, OCs with thousands of words of backstory/Lore)

Aged Up Characters (With limits. This would be discussed while we work out the piece. Characters who are explicitly children and that is a big part of their characters are a no go. Pieces where aging them up is a way to get around the 18+ rule are a no go. This is up to my discretion.)

Pieces I Cannot Post to Advertise Myself (This applies to requests not to post pieces and any fetish that I do not think I could post (these are very rare). However, I am open to changing the names of characters so that I can post the piece with no extra charge.)

Hard Limits: (Will not write works including these elements)

Real, Nonconsenting People (Pictures can be used as reference, but I will not write about specific IRL people)

Characters Below the Age of 18

~~

How it works:

You send me a message with the idea you have for a piece. This could be anything from a paragraph with your preferred fetishes to a full outline. Then you give me your budget, tell me how many words you would like it to be, or request an estimate based on the idea. A sex scene needs a minimum of 500 words per character in the scene, though I typically recommend at least 1,000 to ensure a fully detailed scene. More specific fetishes or ideas will require more words. After that, I ask for half of the payment up front (through Paypal) to ensure that neither of us will get scammed. It typically takes me up to a week to finish a 5k piece, though there is a good chance I will have it done within three days. Once the piece is finished, you may request a sample. Once I receive the other half of the payment, I send the piece to you as a PDF through Gmail (unless otherwise requested).

~~

Editing Rules:

For every 1,000 words, I will do 100 words of editing for free. After that, edits are $0.03 per word. Changing names/titles of things are completely free. I wish I could do more editing than this, but I have had people try to scam me through asking for excessive edits.

~~

Current Sales:

Below, I have my sales codes listed. You may use 1 at a time. They can only be used a certain number of times. You can find them here or under posts in other subreddits. When you want to use them, include them in your message for me. These allow me to see where I'm getting the most traction, while rewarding my customers when I can afford it. It is formatted as such: The Name of the Code (The number left on who can use it) (What the code does)

~~

This price sheet is subject to change at any time.

  The smell of popcorn and cum filled the air. The night sky was lit up with the glow of circus lights. There was laughter as people played the silly games or slipped away into specialised snuff booths. It was a gorgeous night at the Bloody Carnival, and five friends were determined to have the best night of their lives, especially as it was to be their last.

  Farah tugged Kody by the arm. They had already nearly lost their other friends behind them several times, and it was only because of Kody reminding her to slow down that they stayed within eyesight. Farah’s tail lashed back and forth. Her nose, small and black to match her feline ancestry, was lifted in the air. “I can smell blood! And gas. It’s gotta be just a couple tents down. Come on!”

  Kody chuckled. One of her big, floppy ram ears twitched. “Don’t you want the others to see it happen?”

  “Yeah!” Called Riley, who led the other two. Her tail tip twitched. One cat ear perked up, picking up the sounds of a chainsaw. “I think it’s that one. Right there.”

  Farah’s crystal blue eyes lit up. She darted over to a large, purple tent. In the center was a table much resembling that of a cartoon super villain’s. It had a line down the middle and was covered in both fresh and old blood. A pool of crimson circled it. At the end of the line was a silent chainsaw. Several men and women had filled the tent to watch the show. They had pulled out their cocks and were jerking off or having sloppy sex. Several split corpses were stacked in the corner. A tired-looking ride attendant stood by the controls of the machine. His eyes held the glassy look of someone who was not paid enough to give two shits.

  Relieved to see there was no line, the impatient cat girl leapt onto the table. Farah clapped her hands. “Right on the money! Mr. Ride-Guy, sir, can I please be snuffed by this here chainsaw?” Farah’s voice trembled with excitement and hope. Ever since she had seen a cartoon villain attempt a similar death on a hero, it was all she could imagine. She had dreamed of being snuffed in just the same way since childhood. “Nice and slow, so all of my friends have a good show!”

  “You know,” Hummed Fu, the elven woman, “This is your death. It’s about you, not us.”

  Farah huffed. She crossed her arms over her chest, just under her perky tits. They were barely covered by a black tank top. Farah stuck her tongue out. “Is it so wrong to get off to people watching me die?”

  “I suppose not.” Fu squeezed Farah’s arm, then helped guide her onto her back.

  The ride attendant strapped down Farah’s legs. “Please keep your hands and feet on or above the table. You’re being held down, so you cannot escape. Bloody Carnival Incorporated is not liable for dissatisfaction or unwanted death in the case of hesitation or regret.” He could not have sounded more bored.

  Farah scrunched her nose. She flopped her head back. “Alright. I’m ready. Let's do it!”

  It was nearly impossible for the cat woman to contain her excitement. Her tail and ears twitched. Her mouth watered at the scent of blood. Yet, some part of her was unsatisfied. As the ride operator pulled a lever, the chainsaw at the end of the table whirred to life. Farah watched it with wide eyes. Her pussy was instantly wet. Her heart roared in her ears. It was going to carve her in two. Never before had she been so damn horny.

  But Farah could not shake that dissatisfaction that gnawed at her belly. She chewed her lip, her gaze darting between the crowd, her friends, and the ride operator. He seemed so sad and bored. The poor guy was hardly even looking. Farah reached out and tugged him over so that he was standing at her head. He yelped, “Hey!”

  “Shhhh. If I’m going to die, I’m going to put my mouth to good use while doing it.” Farah said with an impish grin.

  The ride operator huffed. Before he could pin her arms down, Farah managed to unzip his jeans. His dick flopped out. It smacked her in the face. She was too consumed with desire to notice as he strapped down her wrists. “Since you can’t comply with keeping your arms in place, I will have to use extra restraints–”

  A moan interrupted the ride operator as Farah took his big, juicy cock in her mouth. Her tongue, just slightly rough, expertly lapped up the underside of the hog. Pleasure raced down her legs. Her hips bucked a little as the chainsaw drew ever closer. Farah took the ride operator’s dick like a champ. She gulped it down, pleasuring it with the vibration of her muffled groans. There was nothing like pleasuring others to turn a woman on. With everyone watching, it felt like she was nothing more than a pathetic whore. That was exactly what Farah needed.

  The chainsaw took its sweet time crawling up the table. Farah was getting antsy as she sucked the man’s cock. Her eyes darted to Kody, who seemed to read her mind. She shot her a devilish grin. Kody danced her fingers over Farah’s hips. “Look at you. You’re getting all turned on from being cut up. How cute.”

  Farah blushed. She sucked the man’s cock with renewed vigor as Kody dropped her fingers lower. They danced over her clit before sliding into her wet, dripping hole. Farah let out a squeal of pleasure. Her hips rolled against her friend’s fingers. Kody giggled. She started with a slow couple of thrusts to get her pussy acclimated, but she was not exactly an inexperienced catgirl. Farah adored sex. She begged at every opportunity for more. Of course, her body easily bent to Kody’s whim.

  “You’re just melting into my fingers. Don’t you wish they were the saw blade already? God, you slut.” Kody pounded her fingers faster. “Fuck, I love it when I can use your cute little body. Nothing but a cum slut begging to be stuffed. Pathetic.”

  Farah whined. Her hips rolled on instinct, and she swallowed down another few inches of cock. Kody’s fingers reached a fever pitch. The chainsaw was mere inches away. Her breath caught in her throat. Farah was about to cum… when Kody pulled her fingers free. She whimpered.

  “I’m not getting chopped up like this. Besides, I think you’ll be cumming in a second here.”

  When the chainsaw made its first contact, it hit Farah directly on the clit. Her eyes bulged. She let out something between a scream of agony and one of pure pleasure. The shock to her brain made her whole body tremble. Orgasm crashed into her like a hundred-pound boulder. Farah’s throat tightened around that delicious cock. Her mind went white as she instinctively sucked. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her, spurred on by the evisceration of her cunt.

  The chainsaw chewed upward slowly. Agonisingly slowly. It cleaved past Farah’s clit and drove through her pussy. The way it trembled made her insides shake. Farah moaned around the cock. She could feel the chainsaw pressing closer to her womb. It was getting harder and harder for her to suck in breath the longer it lasted. Blood sprayed up along the saw blade, creating a sort of hot, reddish cloud. Her eyes rolled. Farah could smell it. The taste of it tinged that of the ride operator’s precum. Salty. Warm. All while her friends looked on in wonder.

  Kody was openly jerking herself off to the sight. Fu was no better, although she seemed more reserved. It was a cute shyness that she and Riley shared. Riley’s may have been better described as stubbornness. Emily had the self-control not to, but she was certainly watching with interest. The crowd was equally engrossed. The poor ride attendant had entirely lost himself in Farah’s expert head.

  When the chainsaw hit Farah’s womb, she could not help but cum again. Her hips bucked against the whirring blade. She rolled into it. A scream rumbled around the dick in her mouth. The ride operator came, too, dumping thick wads of cum down her throat. Its taste was salty. She could not help but match the waves of orgasm, even as she lost control of her lower half.

  The chainsaw pushed onward. It carved into Farah’s belly, sending up a spray of guts and gore. In its wake was a thick stew of intestine. Some still resembled their original form. Most of it had been sucked into the devastation and came out the other side as a chunky mess. Farah’s blurry mind could only barely register the taste of gore in her mouth. Her feet and legs twitched, too weak to manage full rolling like they had before. The further up the chainsaw got, the more of a sloppy mess was left in its wake.

  Farah kept sucking on the man, even as he finished his orgasm. The ride operator found he could not pull away without risk of her tearing his dick clean off. There was only one answer to that. Fuck her face hard enough to get her to let go. Not that he suspected he would have much luck.

  Blood bubbled out of Farah’s nose as the ride operator railed her face. He fucked her throat harder than any pussy. A bulge stretched the skin of her neck as he pounded away. Farah loved it. She rode waves of pleasure every time he slammed inside. All the while, the chainsaw made it past her belly and up into her chest cavity. The last of her breath was shaky around the vibrations of the blade. It cut through spine with ease and tossed up chunks of lung with every rotation. Her tits bounced slightly from the force. Her lower body twitched, more on instinct than anything to do with desire.

  The rider operator’s eyes widened as he realized just how close the blade was getting. He pounded Farah hard enough to slam her head into the table, but she was determined to taste one last orgasm before she died. Her tongue wrapped around him. It milked his dick with expert ease. Helped by the heat of the blood, his dick was already throbbing. He was getting close.

  Farah’s vision went white as the blade cleaved between her shoulders. It cut up into her throat. In its wake was little more than a puddle of gore and the split halves of a thrashing, dying woman. The ride operator whimpered. He could feel the heat of the blade getting dangerously close, which might have been what drove him over the edge. He came down Farah’s throat. Ropes of spunk shot against the blade, only to be flung as a white and red mist as it spun. Farah was satisfied with the coppery, salty taste of spunk. She released his cock mere seconds before it was cut.

  The last things Farah processed were orgasm and the rattle of the blade as it dug into her skull. Her eyes rolled back as she gurgled out one final moan. That, too, was cut off as the chainsaw finished with her throat and split her mouth in two. There was a distinctive, hollow noise as it carved through her nose. Then it hit her brain. Gray matter gushed out. It came out from between her split skull in a strange, pinkish slurry. The ride operator stumbled away as the blade carved through the last of her head. Her body stuck together for only a moment with the gooeyness of blood and organ. Then there was a wretched squelch. The two halves plopped apart, landing heavily on the table.

  The various girls watched with shock and awe. Kody was the first to break their silence. “So, who’s next?”

  

A pleasure to meet you. I have written over 650,000 words in commissions over the past four years. This is not including my work as a ghost writer, which includes short stories and novels. Not all of my work is on this page, but I encourage readers to peruse my page. I'm known for my weird, specific, and nasty works, but I have also written many not-so-spicy pieces. I am a trans-masc man who has a lot of experience writing both queer and straight characters. I write full time as a job, as well as work as my family's house husband. If you're interested in a commission, please shoot me a message!

~~

Pricing:

New Customer:$0.055 per word. ($5.50 per 100 words) Regular Customer:$0.05 per word. ($5.00 per 100 words)

Minimum Word Count: 1,000

Maximum Word Count: None at this time. However, I work in 5k chunks and will rotate through my commissions in these 5k chunks. That means you pay for 5k at a time and I send you 5k at a time.

Rush orders: I accept rush orders! If you need a piece done within 2 days, there is a $10 up charge per every 1000 words. This will bump your order to the top of my list.

~~

Specialties:

Specific/Odd/Disgusting Fetishes

BDSM

Dub/Non-Con

LGBT+ Characters (Particularly Transgender Characters)

Fandom Work (Particularly characters from Anime and Videogames)

Fantasy Work (Particularly Dungeons and Dragons themed)

~~

Soft Limits: (Works including these require a $15 extra charge per 5k words, minimum $15.)

Scat

Pieces Requiring Extensive Research (i.e. Very specific characters from niche shows/Movies/games, OCs with thousands of words of backstory/Lore)

Aged Up Characters (With limits. This would be discussed while we work out the piece. Characters who are explicitly children and that is a big part of their characters are a no go. Pieces where aging them up is a way to get around the 18+ rule are a no go. This is up to my discretion.)

Pieces I Cannot Post to Advertise Myself (This applies to requests not to post pieces and any fetish that I do not think I could post (these are very rare). However, I am open to changing the names of characters so that I can post the piece with no extra charge.)

Hard Limits: (Will not write works including these elements)

Real, Nonconsenting People (Pictures can be used as reference, but I will not write about specific IRL people)

Characters Below the Age of 18

~~

How it works:

You send me a message with the idea you have for a piece. This could be anything from a paragraph with your preferred fetishes to a full outline. Then you give me your budget, tell me how many words you would like it to be, or request an estimate based on the idea. A sex scene needs a minimum of 500 words per character in the scene, though I typically recommend at least 1,000 to ensure a fully detailed scene. More specific fetishes or ideas will require more words. After that, I ask for half of the payment up front (through Paypal) to ensure that neither of us will get scammed. It typically takes me up to a week to finish a 5k piece, though there is a good chance I will have it done within three days. Once the piece is finished, you may request a sample. Once I receive the other half of the payment, I send the piece to you as a PDF through Gmail (unless otherwise requested).

~~

Editing Rules:

For every 1,000 words, I will do 100 words of editing for free. After that, edits are $0.03 per word. Changing names/titles of things are completely free. I wish I could do more editing than this, but I have had people try to scam me through asking for excessive edits.

~~

Current Sales:

Below, I have my sales codes listed. You may use 1 at a time. They can only be used a certain number of times. You can find them here or under posts in other subreddits. When you want to use them, include them in your message for me. These allow me to see where I'm getting the most traction, while rewarding my customers when I can afford it. It is formatted as such: The Name of the Code (The number left on who can use it) (What the code does)

~~

This price sheet is subject to change at any time.

Part 1

~~

  Caleb’s heart skipped a beat when Dana ducked her head and buried her face in the dead woman’s pussy. She seemed entirely enthralled by it. Lost in the pleasure of lapping up a corpse’s cum. A soft moan escaped her, which caused a shiver to dance down Caleb’s spine. “Dana. That’s not… It’s not uhm…”

  Micah jumped in. “Juniper would have loved it. And you’re clearly enjoying it, too. Just… let go. It’s okay. You’re safe here. Nobody will judge you. Everything is consensual. It’s okay to be nervous.”

  Caleb wanted to interject, but his dick was getting harder by the second. Micah sighed. She very gently guided Juniper’s face to his crotch. He jumped a little, especially when those soft lips brushed against his shaft. It was surprisingly pleasurable. There was something about how slack her mouth was that made him drip with desire. Micah glanced up, making sure he was not trying to pull away. Then she guided her dead sister’s throat around his cock. He sucked in a gasp. “Fuck!”

  Juniper’s throat was impossibly tight. Caleb could not help but thrust into her. She could not move on her own, of course, but the rolling waves and Micah’s help made her head bob on his dick. He grinded into the strange, lukewarm body. Her tongue was thick and rough against the base of him. Nothing was stopping Caleb from driving his full shaft inside. Nothing to keep him from railing her throat as hard as he possibly could. It was tight. Not to mention that it was softer than any typical head, because the slack flesh was not tensing up to try to breathe. Caleb had never felt anything so blissful. Some sick part of him loved it. That same part made it impossible for him to slow down.

  “F-Fuck! I– I’m cumming!” Caleb was shocked by himself. He was more embarrassed by how fast he was blowing his load than by the fact that he was doing it in a corpse. “I’m cumming in a dead girl! Oh, fuck!”

  Caleb slammed himself inside as fast as his hips could manage. Water gushed down the woman’s throat with every wave of orgasm. It, plus the softness of her slack flesh, was mind-bending. He gripped her head and held it all the way down to the hilt. Caleb had used enough force to tug her away from Dana, who whined. There was that thrill. The disgust and horror turned into something more devilish. Pure, unadulterated pleasure had Caleb pumping shots of cum inside until his trembling body forced him to flop back in his seat.

  “Good job,” Linda hummed. She rubbed her son’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you.”

  Caleb covered his face with his hands. He was still half-mast even after he had cum so hard. “I can’t believe I came in a dead girl. I’m disgusting. Holy shit.”

  “Shhh. It’s not disgusting. It’s making love. You’re giving Juniper’s death purpose.” Linda spoke as softly as the days when she cradled her children after a nightmare or nursed a scrape on their knee. She ran her fingers through his hair. “She wanted this. You wanted it to. Everybody here consented.”

  Caleb nodded. He was just as shell-shocked as his sister, although he was frozen in place, and Dana was slowly losing herself to the desire of it all. Linda turned to Micah. The still-living twin tilted her head. “Ready?”

  “I think they are.”

  Dana poked her head up. Her face was stained with Juniper’s cum, and her hair was soaked, leaving it hanging in strands over her cheeks. “Are we– Is she killing you too?” She had tried so hard not to sound excited and failed entirely.

  “No! No, we can’t just be killing willy-nilly!” Caleb sputtered.

  Micah sighed. She leaned back against the wall of the tub. “Caleb, seeing all of this… It’s a dream for me. It’s exactly what I’ve always wanted, and I won’t lie: I’m jealous. My sister got to do it first.” She chuckled. As she spoke, she guided her sister’s corpse free. “You liked it too. Fuck, you came in like three thrusts.--”

  “It was not that bad!” Caleb said. His face was scarlet.

  “Anyway, the point stands. I saw her do it. I felt her die. And if I can reach that orgasm? Fuck– Please, let me. Besides, your mom wants this too. She wants to die in a way that actually feels good. Not tortured in a medical bed. Think of it as practice so that you can make hers the best death there’s ever been.”

  Caleb faltered. Linda rubbed his back. “Please, for me? I want to see you cum while you kill this wonderful woman.”

  Dana nodded. She took a shaky breath. “I want to try.”

  Linda was relieved when Caleb finally nodded. He rubbed his face. “Alright. I admit, it felt… great. And I’m willing to try again. For you guys.”

  “Thank you.” Linda kissed her son’s cheek.

  Micah took the lead in short order. She swam over and straddled Caleb’s hips. Her pussy rubbed against his shaft. It took very little to turn the poor bastard as hard as steel once again. Micah positioned herself over it. Caleb gently grabbed her hips and helped guide her down his girth. She gasped. Her hips rolled, taking inch after inch of meaty cock. From Caleb’s end, it was blissful. Micah’s pussy tightened around him. She was burning hot from her desire. Precum mixed with the water. Every little twitch made him whine and whimper.

  After a few times bouncing on Caleb’s cock, Micah gestured for Dana. The sister, her excitement poorly hidden behind stiff movements, squeezed over. She grabbed Dana and tugged her close. The way she kissed was overpowering. Dominating. Her tongue darted in and took control. She nipped and moaned into her lover’s mouth. Dana hesitated at first. She knew she should not have loved it as much as she did, but every little touch turned her on more. The sister reached up. Her hand hovered over Micah’s chest until the twin pressed it against herself. That was invitation enough for Dana to grope her with reckless abandon. She squeezed her soft tits and rolled her nipples between her fingers.

  The three of them stayed in their bliss for a few moments longer before Micah broke the kiss. “I’m ready. Push me down slowly,” Micah guided Caleb’s hand to her chest. “And Dana? If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to eat you out. I’m pretty good at it. I could probably make you cum before I go.”

  Dana perked up and nodded. Caleb took a shaky breath, then managed the same. He very gently pushed the twin under, wanting to give her a chance to back out. A chance she never took. Micah let herself disappear under the rippling waves. Her pussy tightened with excitement, or perhaps fear. It felt good regardless. Caleb instinctively bucked. He forced himself to slow down. Dana reached out. She took Caleb’s hand as she positioned herself over Micah’s face. Her gaze locked with her brother’s. “We can do this. For Mom.”

  “For Mom.”

  But it was not fully for their mother. Not really. Caleb would never admit it, but he was getting more and more turned on by the second. He kept his pace slow. Too fast and he’d knock the air out of the twin. It was best to try to get her to cum before she died. He could feel her body tensing. Squeezing. It was not just trying to milk him for cum. It was also trying to hold in what little oxygen she had.

  Micah was not wrong. She was an expert at eating pussy. Perhaps she had practiced with her sister. Her tongue burrowed deep into Dana’s snatch. Her upper lip pressed and rolled against her clith. Dana melted. She gripped the twin’s chest. It was much more her influence keeping Micah under than her brother’s. Dana grinded against the drowning woman, getting closer and closer to cumming with every lick.

  It was getting harder for Caleb to hold back. The less air in Micah’s chest, the tighter she squeezed. Especially as she buried her face deeper inside Dana. The sister wrapped her legs around her head. She screamed with pleasure, “Caleb! I’m cumming!”

  Dana twitched. She tugged at the twin and slammed her hips down on her face. Her eyes rolled. Dana sucked in shaky breaths as her cum clouded the pool. She bucked. Every time she pulled, it made Micah’s entire body roll, which made the suffocating twin pleasure Caleb more. Dana sat there, trembling and moaning, as her orgasm turned her into a blissful puddle.

  When it was over, Dana rolled off of Micah. She leaned heavily on the side of the pool. “That was… intense…” The poor girl was shaking all over.

  Seeing his sister cum and hearing her scream his name was enough to push Caleb faster. As he pounded the suffocating woman, Dana looked around. She spotted Juniper’s body being molested by her mother. It took a bit of effort to pry her from Linda’s desperate fingers. Dana dragged the corpse over and positioned it so that Micah was staring up into her dead sister’s face. The suffocating twin cupped Juniper’s cheek. She pulled her closer. Her legs wrapped around Caleb. Her chest and pussy convulsed, desperate to try to suck in air.

  Dana moaned. She dove under the water and squeezed under Micah’s body. It was tight, but she had enough room to get comfortable. Hell, she even had enough room to grind against the dying woman. One hand snaked around and slid over her clit. She could feel the warm pulsing of her brother’s cock as it pounded inside. Her free hand’s fingers trailed over Micah’s body. They traced her belly and up her tits. There were goosebumps. Just as Micah opened her mouth to suck in water, Dana darted in for a kiss. She donated some of her air to help the woman last just a few seconds longer.

  Caleb grabbed the dying woman’s hips. He slammed as deep inside as he could manage, spurred on by feeling his sister’s body roll mere inches from his legs. Dana was little better. Her mind was clouded with bliss. Micah’s eyes glazed over. Her mouth fell open, and a large bubble escaped. She had run out of air. Her body was still for a moment. Then the crash of instinctive panic came.

  The thrashing was not nearly as bad as it could have been. Micah had done this before, after all, and she loved it. Her hips still bucked. Still thrashed. Dana had to wrap an arm around her to keep her down, although it was truthfully so that she could more easily grind against the dying woman. Caleb’s eyes rolled back. Micah’s pussy clamped down hard as her body fought for life. Every little twitch or shiver sent shocks of ecstasy over him. Her pussy heated up as she fought harder and harder. Even as her jaw went slack and her mind went white, her body kept thrusting. Pounding. Desperately taking more and more dick until all three were brought over the edge. Dana’s tits were squished against her back. They were soft, though she could feel her hard nipples brushing against her. 

  When Micah’s orgasm came, it came hard. Her pussy was a vice as every muscle in her body tightened. Her eyes rolled back. They were glazed over. Micah’s fingers dug into Juniper’s face. The last thing she saw as her mind-bending orgasm overwhelmed her and death knocked at her door was the blissful face of her sister’s corpse. Her mouth went slack. A few more bubbles escaped her as her belly tightened and her hips convulsed. Every wave of orgasm made her body clamp down tighter. She milked Caleb for every drop of his cum. Each rope of spunk was hot. It heated her insides. The sensation was much akin to a satisfying bowl of soup warming her belly, with the bonus of pure euphoria turning her brain to mush.

  Dana twitched and trembled. She could feel the dying woman’s heartbeat fade. It was strange. Exciting. Dana was filled with a strange sort of pleasure at the realization that she had helped end someone’s life. It made her cunt wet, though it was slicked away by the pool. The rattle of her failing lungs shook him. When she slipped away, her legs stiffened. They kicked once. Twice. Then they fell limp, sliding away to float on the water. 

  Dana and Caleb slumped. They relaxed into their post-nut pleasure. The sister stayed under, floating limply under the corpses. She only came up for breath when her chest had a pang of pain. When she surfaced, she sucked in air. “Holy shit.”

  “That was amazing…” Caleb whispered. He popped Micah’s still twitching body free and spun her around. A wave of cum oozed from her pussy. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  Caleb slid Micah’s mouth over his cock. Her tongue twitched, and her body squirmed as the last of its energy faded away. Dana pushed to her feet. She turned to her mother. “So, was it hot watching your kids fuck a woman to death? Is that what you wanted? To bring us here and get us to fuck you like her?”

  Before Linda could muster a response, Dana strode over and tugged her into a kiss. She leaned into it. The kiss was short. That did not make it any less loving. Especially when they heard Caleb moan and drop another quick, little load down the corpse’s throat. Linda pulled away with a small giggle and whispered, “He’s just like his father.”

  “I resent that,” Caleb groaned. He continued to grope and hump the corpse.

  Both women giggled. They continued to make out as Dana used her foot to guide Juniper’s corpse over. She slid it between their legs so that they could grind on her. Linda pressed her hips against her nose. Dana shifted between her legs and rolled against her pussy.

  Linda gasped out a moan as she broke the kiss. She cupped Dana’s face. “Tell me honestly… What do you think?”

  “It’s weird. Sort of scary.” Dana said with a giggle. “But in a good way? I don’t know how to explain it. If you had told me I’d be grinding on a dead woman yesterday, I would have called you insane.”

  Caleb interrupted with a shaky moan. “Same. It’s sort of… batshit insane.”

  “Then, I want to ask… Could you two snuff me next?”

  A tense silence fell over the pool. Caleb looked away. He fell still. Dana sighed. Her gaze softened as she leaned forward and hugged her mother. “That’s a hard question to ask, y’know. We love you. A lot. But… Sometimes love means sacrifice. It’s like putting down a dying dog.”

  Linda giggled. “So I’m a dog now,” She said as she stroked her daughter’s hair.

  “You know what I mean.”

  Caleb pulled the twin off his dick. He stood on shaky legs. “I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t know if I’m ready yet.”

  Linda patted the seat beside her. Caleb sat and squeaked a little when she pulled him into a side hug. “It’s going to be alright. I’m going to pass one way or another. You’ve already done amazing coming this far for me, and I’d never force you. But I’d love to have this one last intimate moment with you before it’s too late. If I’m going to go, I want it to be in the loving arms of my family.”

  Caleb teared up and buried his head in her shoulder. “I love you.”

  “I love you too. So I ask again. Please, snuff me?”

  “Alright, mom.”

~~

  The villa’s bedroom was modern, minimalist, and beautiful. Its bed was truly massive. Its comforter was the only pop of color: a sky blue. Several windows looked out at the ocean. The lighting was low. It was controllable with a remote on the bedside table. Dana looked around at it all with a bit of envy. She wished her house were so clean. “You don’t want to drown, too?”

  “No… That feels like I would be taking away from their deaths.” Linda sucked in a shaky breath. She plopped onto the bed. “Besides, I want it to be special.”

  Caleb grunted. He was out of breath from carrying the twins’ corpses. Linda gestured to a chair that faced the bed. Caleb dropped them unceremoniously into it. Dana took the chance to reposition them to make it look like they were watching. He shuddered. “Do we have to? That’s kinda creepy.”

  “But it’s hot,” Dana hissed.

  “We can agree to disagree,” Caleb muttered, his heart not in the words.

  As the two bickered, Linda patted the bed. “You two come sit. I’ll be back. I need to fetch something.”

  The siblings did as instructed. They fell quiet. Linda scampered out of the room. She still had so much energy, but there were still a few little signs. The way she stumbled near the door frame. The way she dragged her feet. Dana’s stomach squirmed. She took Caleb’s hand. “It’ll be alright. We’re doing her a favor.”

  Linda rushed back in. She held what appeared to be a leather choker. The front had a small, red light bulb. Linda sat on the bed and set it beside her. “This is a special choker. It tightens when I cum. When it’s tight enough, it will choke me to death. I want you two to keep going when I suffocate. Use me as much as you’d like. It would make my dying feel really special.”

  Dana’s gaze softened. She trailed her fingers over the choker, then put her hand on Linda’s leg. “Alright, Mom. I guess this is goodbye.”

  It was Caleb who suddenly tugged them both into a group hug. He burrowed his face into his mother’s shoulder. There were no tears. The siblings had run out of those a long time ago. Only the quiet warmth of family.

  “I’m proud of you both.” Linda’s voice broke a bit. “You’ve grown into such sweet, loving people. It’s a relief to know that you’re strong. That you’ll be okay and have each other when I’m gone. I know things will be scary. You can handle them. When you have families of your own, remember to support each other.”

  Dana nodded. “Thank you for giving us the most amazing life. I know how hard you fought to keep a roof over our head.”

  “I love you,” Caleb muttered.

  Linda squeezed them both. “I love you too.”

  The three sat together a moment longer, then Linda cupped Dana’s cheek. She pulled her daughter into a gentle kiss. Both moaned into each other. Dana leaned in. She pressed her lips deep into her mother’s. When she broke it, Linda pressed her forehead against Dana’s.

  “You’re a good kisser, Mom.”

  Linda giggled. She pet Dana’s head, then turned to Caleb. The kiss she planted on his lips came before he could stop her. He was frozen at first. Then he could not help but lean in. Caleb tentatively pressed his tongue between Linda’s lips. She let him breach. He whined, earning a giggle from his sister. Caleb blushed. He broke the kiss. “Fuck you!”

  “You make cute noises!” Dana took the opportunity to dive in and snatch a deep kiss of her own.

  Linda pushed into Dana’s mouth. Their tongues danced. The taste was exhilarating. That strange shock of just how wrong their incest was… It drove Dana insane. She straddled her mother’s lap and squeezed her eyes shut. Her fingers brushed over Linda’s tits. Caleb huffed. “Hey! That’s not fair!”

  “Wah, wah, wah!” Dana mocked, “Wh— Hey!”

  In Dana’s brief moment of distraction, Caleb swooped in and snatched the kiss. He gently pushed his mother back on the bed as they made out. His chest pressed against her tits. Caleb moaned as Linda nipped his lips and sucked on his tongue. He let his hands roam over her body. There were those soft features he was so familiar with. Hips he used to hug innocently. Tits he groped now with the same hunger he used to when he was being raised.

  As her brother made out with her mother, Dana snatched up the collar. “You’re an ass.”

  Caleb flipped his sister off as he continued to smooch his mom. He squeezed Linda’s rump. His kissing was hungry. The mother’s was little better. Linda’s hips rolled against Caleb’s knee. Dana squeezed in when the two came up for air. She hooked the choker around Linda’s throat. It was just a little loose. Plenty of space to breathe, for now. Caleb wiped his mouth. “We’ll make this as good as we can.”

  “Thank you.”

  Dana choked up. She could not bring herself to speak, so she slid her fingers down over Linda’s cunt. The mother shivered. Her hips pressed up into her digits. Linda was wet as a river. Dana could feel her pleasure dripping between her fingers. It clung to her as she slid into her mother’s pussy.

  Caleb could not help but stare. He jerked himself slowly. Inch by inch, his cock hardened. Caleb bit his lip. “Fuck, you two are hot.”

  “You know what would make it hotter?” Dana cooed.

  Before Caleb could respond, Dana used her free hand to tug her brother into a kiss. There was far less hesitation on his end. They wrapped their tongues around each other. Dug in and tasted each other as if their lives depended on it. Ironic, given their mother was the one who would die. Caleb was moaning louder. He grabbed Dana’s hips and held her tight. His breath hitched when she slipped her fingers around his cock. Caleb pulled back. “H-Hold on, are you sure you want to do that?”

  Dana hesitated. She looked away. “I was sort of going on instinct.”

  “I can decide it for you both. Caleb, lie down.” Linda crawled on top of her son when he followed her direction. She straddled his hips and pressed her clit against his cock. “Now, Dana, I want you to ride his face.”

  Dana’s eyes widened, and her mouth gaped. Caleb sputtered. His face much resembled a tomato. Dana shook her head. “I can’t do that if he doesn’t want it.”

  “I uhm… Wouldn’t mind it.” Caleb looked away.

  There was an awkward moment where Dana searched her brother’s face for any signs of lying. Satisfied that he was feeling just as perverted as she was, she crawled over and did as her mother asked. The position was difficult. She hovered just above him, not wanting to suffocate him. It was only as he tugged her down on his face that Dana let out a howl of pleasure. She grinded on his chin while he desperately lapped at her lower lips. Dana could feel the wet heat of his tongue pushing across her needy folds. It was thick. Doubly so when he pushed the tip against her dripping hole.

  “I think he deserves a reward for being such a good boy,” Linda said.

  Dana nodded. She held up Caleb’s cock as Linda slid down onto it. The mom’s moan shook the windows. Her eyes rolled back as she bounced on his meat. It was so wide. So thick. He pressed against her G-spot with every inch. Caleb fell in time with her bouncing. His tongue drove into his sister whenever his cock pierced his mother.

  Linda crumpled forward. She rode her son’s cock and moaned at its throbbing. His heartbeat could be felt throughout its length. Dana held her mother up. She planted a kiss on her lips, then another. A third. Before long, they were making out on top of their incestuous lover’s shaking body. Linda moaned at the taste of Caleb’s slobber on her daughter’s tongue. It was sort of musky, with the sweet hints of one of the resort’s fruit smoothies. Linda could not help but melt into it. She groped Dana’s tits as Caleb drove deeper and deeper. He hit spots her husband could never reach.

  It came before any of them realized what was happening. A mind-shattering orgasm that had them all screaming with pleasure. Wave after wave of cum gushed out of all three. Hot ropes of spunk stewed within Linda. They seemed to scorch any thoughts out of her spinning head. Caleb’s face was soaked. He lapped it up with animalistic enthusiasm. His fingers dug into Dana’s legs. She could feel the slick, slimy pleasure of him digging inside for more. When she managed to roll off of him, still twitching with ecstasy, she was left with a soaked cunt. Caleb’s hips instinctively thrusted when he heard a whir coming from the choker. It tightened around his mother’s neck, just tight enough to be uncomfortable. The sensation made her pussy squeeze in turn. She milked several more shots of cum out of her son.

  All three members of the family struggled for breath. Linda crumpled back onto the bed. Her pussy drooled with sperm. It winked, still desperate to be filled with more. Cum dripped onto the bed. She sighed. “Fuck, you’re even better than your father.”

  “Gross,” Dana giggled. “Come on, Mom. Don’t talk about your sex life. That’s weeeird.”

  The joke earned laughter from all involved. Linda wrapped an arm around her daughter and pulled her onto her. “Let me rest for a bit. I want to see how cute you look like this.”

  It was Dana’s turn to blush. She leaned in to kiss her mother. Her breath caught when Linda snaked her fingers under and used them to spread her cunt. Caleb understood. All he needed was a glance of approval from his mother. While he moved into position, the two women kept making out. He pressed his member against his sister’s aching hole. “I love you.”

  Dana could only moan as he drilled inside. Things moved quickly. Caleb was already too far gone to keep things slow. He pounded his sister’s cunt mindlessly. All the while, Linda rubbed her daughter’s clit. The siblings bucked into each other. Their mother could feel them gyrating. Rolling. She could feel the way Dana tensed up as she felt her slam her hips back.

  The siblings screamed out their pleasure. It took only a handful of thrusts for Caleb to cum again. Hard. He pumped his sister’s pussy full of thick batter. She could feel it stuffing her. Stretching her. She moaned into her mother’s mouth.

  Cum dripped from Dana’s pussy as Caleb pulled free. It oozed onto Linda’s pussy in thick beads. She grinned. “See? Adorable.”

  Dana could only whine. She crumpled onto her mother, and Caleb crumpled onto her. They basked in orgasmic bliss. Cum puddled in and around Linda’s pussy. The mother hugged them close, then patted their backs. They rolled free. Caleb stumbled to his feet. “I didn’t expect this to feel so fucking good.”

  Linda sucked in a breath. She smiled. “It’s not over yet.”

  Caleb blushed as he nodded. Linda spun around. She hung her head off the bed. Her son stepped up and patted his dick on her cheek. “Careful. I might choke you out with this before the collar does.”

  The mom stuck her tongue out, then pulled Caleb’s cock into her mouth. He whimpered as his hips bucked. Hard. Caleb burrowed himself deep enough to slam into the back of her throat. She gurgled. Her tongue danced along his shaft as he drove inside. It pressed against her throat, making it bulge. Thick beads of precum tasted of salt. They shot directly down her esophagus.

  Dana was not to be left out. She grabbed her mother’s legs and buried herself in her cunt. Her tongue trailed up inside. Dana lapped up her brother’s cum from her mother’s pussy. It was hot. Salty. She moaned as she kept coming back for more. Linda rolled against her nose. Cum flecked her face.

  Linda lost all chance for breath when Caleb bottomed out in her throat. She bucked. The lack of oxygen to her brain shot up her sensitivity. The smallest touch sent shots of ecstasy to her brain. Linda could smell the musky sweat on Caleb’s crotch. Her throat ached as she took more and more of his cock. Her daughter’s lips wrapped around her clit. She could feel their soft touch. The way Dana sucked and danced her tongue over the tip of it.

  The distinctive whir of the choker came almost before the siblings realized their mother was cumming. Linda clamped down on her daughter’s tongue. She screamed out the last of her air around her son’s cock. Her vision blurred at the edges. Caleb could feel the choker tightening. His hips bucked into the sensation. It took all of his self-control not to cum again.

  Caleb pulled his slobber-soaked dick free. Linda gasped for air. The choker had tightened enough to partially cut off her air supply. Her legs kicked and twitched as she instinctively grabbed at it. A sloppy smile played on her lips.

  Dana took charge. She gestured for Caleb to help her as she strode over to the chair. It was awkward carrying limp corpses onto the bed. Less so when she managed to put them in place against the pillows. Dana stacked them together, then lay back against them as if they were part of the bedding. She tugged her mother onto her lap with Caleb’s help. “There we go. Keep going a little longer, Mom. We’ll get one last deathgasm out of you yet.”

  Caleb joined the fray. He pressed his dick against his mother’s dripping cunt. She could do little more than whine, stuck at her children’s mercy. Her hips rolled against Caleb. Linda swallowed up his cock with her desperate pussy. Dana’s rock-hard nipples pressed against her back. Her daughter’s subtle twitching only drove her into more intense pleasure. Dana groped her tits. She rolled them between her fingers, letting the plump flesh flow. Dana planted kiss after fluttering kiss along her shoulders. Up her neck. Down her back. Each more desperate than the last.

  Linda reached up. She took one of Dana’s hands and squeezed it. Her eyes rolled back. Linda kept desperately switching between which of her children to grind against. Her mouth fell open as she wheezed for air. They barely heard her when she managed to choke out, “Close– Getting close! I love y–”

  The words were cut off when the choker whirred one final time. Linda gurgled around it. It was only just loose enough not to entirely crush her throat. No air could get past. She came with a force unlike any other. Her hips slammed into Caleb’s. He could feel her tighten up with each useless suck for breath. His teeth gritted. Linda’s whole body tensed. The siblings ramped up the stimulation, increasing the animalistic intensity of her orgasm. Dana rubbed her tits against Linda’s back. She squeezed her mother’s hand. When she felt her mother jerk, she tugged her into a deep, loving kiss.

  Dana plunged her tongue inside. She took over her mother’s mouth. Commanded her pleasure as she came. Caleb ripped into Linda’s cunt like a dog in heat. He pounded her with every ounce of strength he could muster, spurred on by the way her cock desperately sucked him in.

  Linda let herself melt away in the pleasure. All rational thought was replaced with erotic ecstasy. She came like a tsunami. Her mind went white as her whole body seized, chewing up the last of her dying energy. Under her was the warmth of her daughter, propped up against two corpses of women who had given themselves to the family. Caleb came, too. He dumped his heaviest load yet. Thick, hot, and bubbling with life. Ironic, given how her body slumped. Linda could not move. All she knew was that the world was fading, and that she had never been happier. She squeezed Dana’s hand one last time before her fingers slipped free.

  Caleb fell still on top of the pile, save for small twitches as he shot more cum into his mother. He could feel her last heartbeats in her pussy. It went slack around him as she faded away. Tears bubbled at the corners of his eyes. Dana was silent. She leaned back against the corpse pile and let out a sigh. There was a weight that had been lifted off her shoulders then. At least her mother had died happy.

  Dana squeezed free of the pile, only to roll back on top of it. She wrapped Linda’s arms over her shoulders like she used to be held as a kid. Linda was still warm enough for it to be comforting. “Kiss me.” She whispered.

  Caleb nodded. He wiped away his tears and plunged his tongue down his sister’s throat. Dana spread her legs. She exposed her pussy, and Caleb was more than happy to take her up on the offer. His still-hard dick stuffed her full. It was drenched in the cum he had deposited in his mother.

  The two fucked like animals. It was the only way to combat the suffocating whirlpool of emotions that threatened to drown them both. Tears streamed down his face as Caleb made out with Dana. He cried in silence. His moans were soft and small. Caleb choked a bit on his tears and let Dana take the lead. She brushed them away with her thumb. Her tongue traced the insides of his mouth. He could taste their mother on her lips.

  When Caleb came, it was cataclysmic. The two of them turned into howling beasts. Their bodies bucked in sync. Wave after wave of cum flooded Dana’s insides. She could feel his throbbing as it filled her belly. It felt as though, for just one blissful moment, they were one creature. One animal lost in pure bliss. Their desperate thrusting made the whole bed rock and tremble.

  As quickly as it came, it was over. Caleb rolled to the side. Dana held onto her mother for a moment longer. There was a cold finality to it. A realization that she could never go to Linda for advice again. Could never get that recipe she always loved or get a hug from the woman who raised her. She rolled to the other side of Linda, but held her hand out for her brother. Caleb took it. He squeezed it reassuringly.

  “We did good,” Dana spoke confidently, even though it hurt.

  “This was insane. I feel…” Caleb broke into a small laugh. “I feel like I just spent the day walking through a dream.”

  “But we did it. It’s over. And I hate to admit it, but uh… I think I’m an incestuous necrophiliac. Maybe I’ll try dying while cumming next!”

  Caleb stiffened. “Don’t you dare. I’ll help you cum and die when we're old, but I need you. I need you here with me. Promise me you’ll stay for a while.”

  Dana’s gaze softened. She shut her eyes and nuzzled into Linda. “I promise.”

  “Thank you…” Caleb sighed. He cuddled into his mother’s warmth, too. “I love you more than anyone or anything in the world. Never forget that.”

  “I love you too.”

  Then the room fell still. Two siblings snuggled up against their mother’s cum-stuffed corpse. Both were well aware of just how absurd they felt.

  Caleb and Dana walked side by side as they led their mother toward the door of Sweet End Resort’s front office. Their breaths were bated. Waiting for something bloody. Something disgusting and perverted, or worse, suicidal. Even after new laws were passed, allowing for assisted suicides under very specific circumstances, the social idea of killing someone for pleasure or to relieve them of suffering was still rather taboo. Sweet End had taken full advantage of the law and opened up, offering assisted deaths in a luxury environment for those interested and qualified.

  Which happened to include Linda Smith, the siblings’ mother.

  Dana cast a glance back at Linda. Her fingers drummed on her leg. Linda was still stunningly beautiful, even after fighting her diagnosis. The untrained eye might think there was nothing wrong with her. But Dana could see it. The exhaustion. The loss of weight. Doctors had said Linda only had weeks left to live. If she wanted to spend those at a fancy death resort with her children, then who were the siblings to stop her?

  “Mom… Are you sure about this?” Caleb piped up as they reached the door.

  Linda’s warm, copper gaze landed on her son. She smiled and nodded. “I appreciate all of your support. Trust me, I do. But…” Linda trailed off as she looked at the massive white fences that surrounded the place. It had advertised secrecy within its walls. That was not an understatement. Decorative ivy covered any gaps in the white stone. Linda sucked in a breath. “I want to be with people who understand.”

  Dana could not help but cringe. Another reminder of the short time they had left with their mom. She pushed back tears. “It’s okay. This place can’t be that bad.” Right?

  Stepping inside took all three of their breaths away. The inside was gorgeous. A glass roof let the sun’s warmth permeate the room. Tropical plants lined every wall and desk. Fancy furniture with cozy, white cushions made everything comfortable. The floor was lined with colorful tile that depicted a sunny scene. At the center was the front desk. A beautiful, tall, blonde woman sat behind it. She shuffled away some paperwork as they entered. Her eyes lit up when she saw them. “Welcome to Sweet Ends Resort! How can I help you today?”

  The beauty of the place made it difficult for Dana to push down her sparks of curiosity. It was stunning. One would never guess the dark underbelly it hid. Dana was the first to the desk. “We’re here to check in.”

  The desk worker clapped her hands. She pushed to her feet. “If you would follow me, please?”

  All three family members did as asked. They were led into a small office off to the side. It had just enough room for the four people present, as well as barely enough chairs and a desk decorated with brilliant, pink, tropical flowers. The worker sat down and pulled out a pile of papers for each person to sign.

  “So sorry for how much there is, but there’s a lot of legal hoops we need to jump through to ensure our guests have the most amazing time!” The desk worker’s tone was genuine as she pointed out lines to sign on. “Everything here is consensual. If, at any moment, consent is revoked, then all activities must come to a stop. Not all of our guests are ready for the end yet, and it isn’t fair to take them there.”

  Something was reassuring about that, at least. Dana did not have to worry about getting randomly snuffed. “How do we know who’s here to… well… die?”

  “Excellent question!” The worker said as if it were the easiest thing. Ironic, given that the siblings both squirmed at the thought of their mother’s passing. “There are these special wrist bands that all snuffees are expected to wear. They do a lot of things. They monitor heart rate and oxygen, as well as other relevant medical effects. They can be tapped, which causes them to light up and non-verbally indicate that the person is no longer consenting. Anyone who wears these bands legally consents to being snuffed in a way of their choosing, so long as all participants are willing and able throughout the duration of the killing.”

  Linda leaned in with a sudden burst of speed. There was a strange excitement about her that Dana had not seen from her mother since before her diagnosis. “Can I put it on now?”

  The desk worker was clearly pleased as she pulled a bright, red band from a desk drawer. “Absolutely. Just sign here, and I can get you hooked up!”

  Dana did not want to think about how quickly her mother signed the line. Linda held out her arm, practically buzzing with energy. The desk worker hooked the band around her wrist. It hummed softly as it clicked into place. Linda plopped back in her seat. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she examined it. Dana could not bring herself to watch. “What are we signing then?”

  “Well, everyone not wearing a band who enters the resort must sign a document stating they are legally allowed to kill anyone else inside. Otherwise, we cannot let you in. There would be a risk of someone illegally snuffing someone else.” The desk worker spoke with a seriousness that told them it had happened before. “If you see someone who has stopped consenting being pushed past their limit, then you are also expected to help or seek assistance. We do have bodyguards who you can reach out to in an emergency.”

  It was all so much to take in. The worker seemed so light about it, as if she did not comprehend the gravity of telling someone that they could kill for fun. Dana wanted to be more disgusted than she was, but with all of the safety measures in place… It was getting harder and harder to ignore her curiosity. She nodded and focused on the paperwork.

~~

  “Don’t forget your sunscreen!” Dana called as she and Linda made their way over to the pool.

  The family was notoriously pale. Their slender frames and the women’s plump tits tended to burn at the slightest bit of sun. Linda had braided Dana’s golden hair back, and Dana had done the same to her mother. They were almost perfect copies of each other. Linda even looked young and beautiful. It was not uncommon for someone to assume she was only in her thirties and Dana’s sister.

  Caleb huffed. He stomped over, already smeared with sunscreen. “You don’t have to remind me every time we go to a pool.”

  “You forget half the time!”

  Linda laughed. She stopped at the edge of the pool. It was a brilliant blue. The bottom was lined with shells. The sides were lined with blue tile. Palm trees and floral bushes surrounded the area. Even here, it was luxuriously tucked away from the world. They had been provided with the softest black towels that Dana had ever held. The sun warmed their skin, and a soft breeze kept them from getting too hot. It was hard to believe anything deadly could happen somewhere so nice.

  Dana took the first step into the pool and let out a soft gasp of delight. She relaxed almost immediately. It was warm, but not nearly as hot as a hot tub. The perfect temperature to swim the day away. “Shit, that’s nice.”

  Caleb jumped in after her, splashing the other two. Dana was about to bark her annoyance at her brother when Linda cleared her throat. A sign that she wanted help but did not want to admit it. Stuffing her frustration away, Dana offered her hand to her mother to help guide her inside. The older woman sighed with relief. She sat down on the steps and leaned on the handlebar. “Thank you. I’m sorry for all of the stress I’m putting you both through.”

  “It’s okay,” Dana cut in. “We love you, and if it makes you happy…”

  None of them could finish the sentence. A heavy silence hung over them for a moment before it was interrupted by giggling. Across the pool were two women. Twins, it seemed. They were tall and thin. Their asses matched in plumpness, and their tits were perfectly round. Even their copper hair and emerald eyes were a match. The one thing that made it possible to tell them apart was their swimsuits. One was blue, with golden lightning down the center. The other was pink and a bit frilly. Both showed off their sexy assets. They could hardly be above the age of twenty, which was why it was shocking to see them wearing red wristbands.

  Linda smiled. “Well, aren’t you two plucky ducks?”

  The twins squeaked in surprise. They spun in unison and waved. The one in the blue spoke with heartfelt confidence. “Hi! Sorry if we’re being too loud.”

  “Don’t worry,” Linda hummed, “We just got here. It’s refreshing to see this sort of energy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit envious. It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Linda, and this is Caleb and Dana.”

  The siblings awkwardly shuffled. Dana could hardly keep her gaze off those red bands. It made her feel rather rude. If the twins were bothered, they made no word of it. The one in blue grinned. “I’m Micah, and this is Juniper! Are you guys here to get snuffed too?”

  “Just me.” Linda held up her wrist.

  Dana nodded awkwardly. “We’re just here to support her.”

  Juniper perked up. “Aw! That’s so sweet. Are you guys going to snuff her yourselves?”

  Caleb and Dana clammed up. They both paled. He shook his head. Dana’s mouth went dry. The thought of killing her mother made her sick, but it also lit up a strange warmth in her chest. “No– Not really.”

  Sensing their discomfort, Juniper ducked her head and backed up. Micah patted her shoulder. “That’s fair. We were thinking of snuffing each other… but we haven’t really gotten to that point. Not yet, at least.”

  “Oh?” Dana could not help but lean in. “But you two are so young. It’s not… suicidal, is it?”

  “No! No. Never.” Micah shook her head. “When we were teens, we were at a lake. Juniper was swimming, and I was on the beach, and well, she got caught up in a bed of plants. She was pulled under. Then she was drowning.”

  Juniper butted in. “I swallowed water. And it was so scary, but fuck. It was hot. The adrenaline turned me on. Then everything went dark. The next thing I remember was waking up. Getting mouth-to-mouth from Micah.” Juniper blushed and looked away. “Later on, I confessed how much it turned me on. It was all I could think about.”

  “Me too. I kept thinking about the water, and pulling her out…” Micah sighed. “So we tried it in private. Not trying to kill her– Just. Drowning her in the tub. It was hot as fuck. And we share everything. A lot of our tastes are the same. I practically begged her to try it on me. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. We talked about what it’d be like to go all the way. Read hundreds of stories online and even watched some videos. So we came here. Maybe it’ll happen? Maybe it won’t. It’s sort of an impulse thing. But can you blame us? It’s the ultimate thrill.”

  Linda blushed. “That reminds me of what happened when I was your age. When their father and I were in our twenties, we were into some pretty extreme bdsm stuff.”

  Dana perked up. Her eyes widened. “Mom?”

  “What? How do you think we made you two?” Linda laughed. Her blush spread up to her ears. “Rich was choking me out. We had done it several times before, so this was not exactly new. We got really into it. Then I started to black out, and I came harder than I ever had before. I must’ve passed out, because Rich was panicking. He asked over and over if I was okay. It was a good thing he didn’t do any real damage. But I guess I never really had the heart to tell him how good it felt.”

  “So you liked it too!” Juniper’s eyes lit up.

  Linda nodded. She leaned back against the wall. “I couldn’t help it. I looked up stories. Read a ton of porn. Watched it too. Necrophilia and incest… snuffing and strangulation. All of it with willing hosts. Fuck, it gets me off. I can’t help it. But funny enough, that isn’t why I’m here.” Linda shut her eyes and sucked in a shaky breath. “I’m sick. My kidneys and heart will give out soon. I’m on pain medication now, but it’s really only prolonging it.”

  Micah took Linda’s hand. She squeezed it. “I’m so sorry to hear that. It must be rough.”

  “It has been.”

  A pained tension hung between the family. Dana swallowed. “But we’re here now to make the best of it!”

 ~~

  Swimming with the twins went better than anyone had anticipated. They made good company, and it was hard to deny how at ease Linda felt around people who understood her. Linda found herself with just the twins as her two children were talking on the other side of the pool. Likely about her coming demise. It was hard not to feel sort of guilty about it. She watched them. A frown played on her lips.

  “You know… I wish I could get them to just relax. If they understood…” Linda rubbed her face. She was grateful for the water. It made the aching in her muscles and joints subside. “It’s a bit selfish of me, but all I want is a moment of real intimacy with them. To take them and pleasure them while I die. But they insist they aren’t into that sort of thing.”

  “A lot of people do.” Juniper hummed. “I certainly didn’t want to admit it.”

  Micah butted in. “We could show them just how hot it is.”

  “Really?” Linda said. “You’d do that for some strangers?”

  Micah nodded, even as Juniper thought it over. Then the latter of the two shrugged. “We wanted to die for someone. For something. It’s hotter that way. I don’t see why it couldn’t be showing them the pleasures of snuff and necrophilia.”

  “Yeah! We’d be killing a bunch of birds with one stone. And you’d get to see what it’s like beforehand. If we’re lucky, those two are into it. If not, well… we were going to do it anyway.”

~~

  “Are you sure about this, Mom?” Caleb said. He wrung his fingers. “And you two? I mean, you can’t come back from drowning.”

  The whole group had made it up to the twins’ suite as the sun was setting over the horizon. Streaks of purple and crimson danced across the sky. It was romantic in a way Caleb tried very hard not to think about. Incest was wrong. He swallowed hard as his mom hummed confirmation.

  It was ultimately Micah who piped up as they rounded the corner. “We’d be honored to be her first experience with snuff. And… I mean, if you wouldn’t mind, I hate to admit it, but being watched is a huge turn on for me.”

  Who was Caleb to deny a pretty girl something that turned her on? He blushed and sputtered. “Okay, but I’m not participating. Right?”

  Caleb turned to his sister for backup, but Dana had gone silent. Her face was red. She could hardly make eye contact. His stomach twisted into knots. He was relieved when Linda clarified, “This will just be us three.”

  The group came to a stop at the edge of a much smaller pool. It sat embedded in the deck of the suite and had a lovely view of the ocean. The bottom was similarly black. Maybe to hide blood stains. As the twins and Linda reached the edge, they untied their bikini tops. One after the other was discarded onto the wooden deck. Two identical pairs of lucious tits bounced with every movement. Linda’s chest was smaller, but perkier. Still plenty of tit to fit in the hand. Then came their bikini bottoms. They dropped them into the pile, revealing their pussies for the siblings to see. Linda was perfectly clean-shaven. Her petite lips were lightly pink. The twins had a matching manicured little bush of red curls.

  Caleb and Dana sat at the edge of it while their mom and the twins waded inside. The water was even warmer than that of the pool. Around the edge of the tub was a place to sit. Even sitting, the water only came up to the women’s chests. Caleb let his feet drift in the water as he watched the three. Dana sat beside him. She squeezed his hand. He squeezed back. They had to be tough for their mother. If it meant seeing tits and pussies, Caleb could not really complain.

  It was the twins who initiated their perverted threesome. Micah pulled her sister in for a deep, passionate kiss. Something she must have done before, given how expertly she probed her lover’s mouth. She hooked her arm around Linda’s waist at the same time. There was no shame in how she groped the woman’s ass. Linda moaned. She leaned into the touch. Her hands drifted down, brushing over those curly mounds. Linda found purchase in their clits. It surprised the siblings to see how easily their mother rolled her fingers over them. Finding all the right spots to earn whimpers and whines.

  Juniper rolled her hips into Linda’s touch, but Micah was not to be outdone. She broke the kiss. A second later, she dropped into the water, burying her face in Linda’s snatch. Micah wrapped her lips over her pussy in some strange semblance of a kiss. Her tongue danced over her clit and traced her lower lips. Linda hooked her fingers into her hair and let out a throaty moan. She tugged her closer, letting the younger woman dig her tongue into her cunt.

  As Linda stroked Juniper, she rolled her hips against Micah’s face. Her head flopped back. “Fuck, she’s good. I haven’t been this close to cumming this quickly since before Rich died.”

  Caleb cringed until he felt his sister lean in. “Yeah?” Dana questioned.

  “He would eat me out as if his life depended on it,” Linda managed through whorish panting. She grinded her clit on Micah’s nose. “Fuck… Her tongue is so warm. So fucking wet.”

  Juniper leaned in. She feathered her fingers over Linda’s nipples. It brought shocks of pleasure that made the older woman slam her hips into the one under water. Her eyes rolled back. She tugged Juniper closer by the pussy, her fingers slipping inside. They fucked the woman with reckless abandon. Her palm pressed against Juniper’s clit to act as a double assault. Linda pulled the girl into another kiss. She took over Juniper’s mouth with her tongue and screamed into her as she came.

  Linda’s hips bucked with each wave of pleasure. It made her pound into Juniper’s pussy even faster, which earned a secondary orgasm in the twin. Both of them moaned into each other. Juniper rolled against Linda. Her legs trembled. Micah planted one last kiss before she jolted up on instinct and sucked in several gulps of air. She coughed, hacking up water.

  “I’m impressed with you both,” Linda panted. She leaned heavily against the wall of the tub. “That was amazing.”

  Micah plopped down beside her. “You can say that again. I thought you were going to hold me down there for good.”

  Linda blushed. She glanced away. For some reason, Micah’s words made Caleb’s chest ache. Jealousy, maybe? No. There was no way Caleb was jealous. Incest was wrong. Killing people and getting off to it was wrong… He squeezed his sister’s hand. It was all he could do to stay in place. Caleb had yet to notice that his swim shorts were forming a tent.

  “I think I’m ready,” Juniper said, gasping.

  Linda nodded. She pulled Juniper onto her lap, letting the woman straddle her. “I’m going to push you under. This is your last chance. If you want to back out, now’s the time. Are you ready to drown?”

  “Yes. Y-Yes, I am.” Juniper squirmed. She instinctively grinded against Linda’s legs. “I’m ready to die for you. For everyone here. Please… drown me. I need it.”

  Need it. That seemed so absurd. Juniper had her whole life ahead of her, yet she needed to die? The look on her face was pure desperation. She grabbed Linda’s hand and placed it between her tits. His mom seemed to understand. Linda pushed her under slowly. Juniper rolled her head back. First, her forehead was dunked. Then her eyes, then her nose. She sucked in one last instinctive breath before her head disappeared. Juniper’s belly and chest went under. The last thing above water was the perky tips of her tits. Then, a moment later, they too were swallowed under the waves.

  Linda held Juniper down with one hand. The other danced over the younger woman’s legs. Her fingers traced the curves of her thighs before landing on her pussy. She pressed her thumb gently against Juniper's clit and slid her digits inside. It took only a second for her to find the soft pressure of the girl’s g-spot. Linda traced her fingers around it. She took her sweet time. The pleasure needed to last as long as possible.

  While Linda finger fucked her twin, Micah dove back under the water. She pressed kisses along her sister’s cheeks and neck. Feathered them along her chin. Micah took one of her tits in her hand. She rolled her nipple between her fingers. Each movement was soft and slow. Loving. Another pang of jealousy gnawed in Caleb’s belly.

  The longer Juniper was underwater, the weaker her movements got. She held onto Linda’s wrist. It was more instinct than anything. Her eyes shut as her hips rolled against the pleasurable sensations. Linda finger fucked her at such a leisurely pace that it was hard for siblings to tell that anything was happening. That was until Juniper jerked.

  Juniper’s mouth fell open. The last big bubble of air escaped her. Linda took that as her cue. She went from slow and steady to pounding like an animal. Her fingers pumped in and out with a fury. All the while, her thumb rolled and pressed on Juniper’s clit, earning waves of pleasure with every little movement. The twin’s legs kicked and twitched on instinct. Her hands pushed at Linda’s. The mom hesitated. She looked to Micah for support.

  “Keep going,” Micah said as she resurfaced for air. “She’s getting close. If she actually wanted to stop, she would tap the bracelet. She wants to cum while drowning. That doesn’t mean her body gets it.”

  Feeling renewed with those words, Linda fucked her lover harder. Micah sucked in a big gulp of air. She dunked back under. It was hard to see through the floating mirage of hair, but Caleb just caught it. A kiss. Not on Juniper's neck or shoulders. No. Micah deeply kissed her sister. Not just her sister, but her twin. There was little more incestuous than that very act. She gave the girl one last shot of air. Deposited with a long, sloppy smooch. The two tangled tongues. Juniper leaned into her sister’s love. Her hips bucked frantically. She was mere inches from cumming and only seconds away from blacking out.

  Micah and Linda were turned up to eleven. The twin groped her sister roughly, her nails digging into her soft tits. She kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Then again, there would theoretically not be a tomorrow for either of them soon. Linda shoved in more fingers. Two, then three, then four. Juniper’s cries of pleasure bubbled out of the water. They used up the last of her oxygen.

  Caleb had expected the twin to buck and thrash like an animal. That was how it looked in all of the movies. Then again, Juniper had done it before. She wanted to drown. Juniper gulped. Water shot straight to her lungs. She squirmed, but it did more to serve her coming orgasm than it did to free her. Her legs twitched on instinct. Her hips pressed into the mother’s fingers. Juniper’s head started to thrash, but Micah held it still. She kissed her sister as her face turned blue. Oxygen was running out, and the movements were getting weaker by the second.

  Then Juniper came. It was unlike anything Caleb had ever seen. Her whole body went wild, bucking with intensity. She thrashed this way and that. Juniper’s eyes were wide, and there was a slack smile on her face. Pure bliss. There was no better way to describe it. Unadulterated ecstasy as her mouth fell open. There was no air left to bubble from her lips. She slammed her hips into Linda’s fingers for as long as she could. The mom reciprocated with great speed.

  There was the jealousy again.

  Juniper went entirely still as the last waves of her orgasm washed away. Her body floated limply. It was mostly supported by Linda’s legs. Micah came back up, coughing for air. She leaned against the side of the pool. Both women were silent. They stared at the corpse. Micah crumpled against the side of the tub. “Holy shit. We actually did it.”

  Linda only nodded. The sticky strands of pleasure on her fingers washed away into the water. They sat like that. Tense. Waiting to see if something would come crashing down. It never did. Linda pulled Micah around so that the corpse was between them. She guided her into a kiss. It was slow at first. Just lips pressed together. Only seconds passed before it turned into something deep and passionate.

  Micah broke the kiss for only a moment to speak. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Holy shit.”

  “Yes– I–” Linda glanced at the corpse. She moaned. “I need more.”

  The two kissed a moment longer. Their tongues wrestled, and they nipped at each other’s lips. It seemed Micah agreed with Linda. She pulled the corpse’s head out of the water. It was limp. Still sort of warm. Micah swapped from the mother to her dead sister’s mouth. She lapped up the water Juniper had swallowed. Her tongue probed, and her lips locked. It did not matter that her sister could not kiss back.

  Caleb was certain his mother would back out. Certain that his sister would say something. He could hardly ignore his throbbing desire by that point. His eyes were glued to the scene. Nobody stopped it. Linda slipped her fingers back into the corpse’s pussy. She fucked it slowly. Felt the strange limpness of the soft insides. Then she pulled Juniper up by the hips and buried her face between her lower lips. They tasted of salt and the slightest tinge of chlorine. Linda moaned into the dead girl’s cunt. She lapped it up with animalistic desire.

It took several minutes for the horny, needy women to calm down enough to process their surroundings. They looked back and shared devilish grins when they saw the siblings. Micah was the first to point out, “Seems like you two were enjoying the show.”

  Caleb’s face burned. He sputtered. His dick was hard as steel, enough so that it ached for stimulation. Caleb glanced at his sister. He was expecting her to defend herself. That thought was dashed the moment he realized she had discarded her swimsuit and was rather violently stuffing herself full of her own fingers. She only froze when she realized both women were waiting for an answer.

  Micah’s gaze softened. She pulled Juniper’s body against her chest. “Did you like it? You can be honest. We won’t judge you.”

  Caleb sheepishly looked away. He wanted to deny it, but how could he? He had never been so hard in his life. It was Dana who had the guts to clear her throat and speak up. “That was uhm… Hot. Really hot. I think I kind of loved it.”

  “I er… Yeah…” Caleb rubbed his face. “Yeah, I liked it too.”

  Caleb jumped when Micah pushed her sister’s corpse across the water, and it bumped into his knee. He cautiously reached out. It was still warm. There was something strange about how he could not feel any sort of pulse. His fingers brushed over the soft skin. It was too loose. Too relaxed. A soft moan escaped him, which made him blush harder.

  Dana was a bit less hesitant. She ran her fingers over Juniper’s pussy. “It’s not even moving. This is so fucking weird…”

  Dana took her time running her fingers over the sensitive areas of the corpse’s body. She slipped them inside her pussy. They ran over the inner lining. It was squishy to the touch, with no signs of life. Dana could not hold it in any longer. She pulled the corpse close and planted a kiss on its lips. When she pulled away, she struggled for words. It took her a moment to land on, “This shouldn’t feel so good. I mean– Hell! Twenty minutes ago, I thought mom was crazy for wanting to get snuffed.”

  “Fucking corpses is supposed to be wrong,” Caleb said. His heart was not in the words. “But it feels so damn right.”

  “I think I get it, Mom,” Dana muttered. She brought her face down, planting kisses along Juniper’s thighs. “Why you want this so much. It’s still all sort of strange, but I get it. There’s this weird sort of thrill about it.”

  Noah rubbed the bridge of his nose as he watched his team stalk off the soccer field. He glanced at the scoreboard. They had not scored a single point. 0-3. It was worse than the last game. At least in the last game, they had one point. His stomach squirmed. At this rate, his team would lose its funding. He was already the laughing stock of the Pokémon Soccer league coaches. Noah chewed his lip as he flipped through his notes. It should have been an easy win. His team was faster. Stronger. And yet, they had been the most uncoordinated they had ever been.

  The announcer praised their opponents as Noah slunk off after his team. He paused for only a moment at the door of the locker room. There was going to have to be a long talk, and he was not nearly ready for it.

  Noah stepped softly across the tile floor of the hall between the locker room and the showers. His fingers drummed on his clipboard. The team had been absolutely killer before the season started, so he needed to get down to the source of the–

  “Chomps, you fucking reek.” The frustrated voice of none other than the team’s weavile, Sable, echoed through the halls. Noah froze. “You’re a whore. I bet you’ve been pounding the coach behind our backs instead of actually training.”

  Sable’s voice was gravelly. Noah jumped when she slammed her locker door. Chomps huffed. The krookadile had not had sex with Noah. He was sure of that. Chomps grumbled a bit before growling, “Not everything is about you and your shitty crush. I smell like sex because I have Pokémon that actually want to touch me. All you have is pipsqueak, and you’re not even nice enough to pay attention to him.”

  “I resent that comment.” Sly, the fastest runner on the team and a Riolu who had struggled to evolve due to some complication, growled.

  “Well, maybe if you did your job, I wouldn’t be making fun of you.”

  “It’s hard! You two are so– so distracting!” Sly whined. “I look at you, and all I can think about is sex and– fuck. Go fuck yourself.”

  That was it. That was the issue right there. The three of them were entirely pent up. Noah had not had the self-confidence to believe that Sable was into him, but it seemed he was wrong. Chomps’s slutty tendencies had set the other two off. On top of that, Sly clearly had the hots for his weavile companion. The krookadile may have been having sex regularly. That did not mean it was fulfilling enough to satisfy him. Noah rubbed his face. He had the answer to all of his questions, but it was a major violation of workplace law. Was he really willing to risk it all to potentially fix his team?

  Well, someone had to.

  Sable continued, “Sly can’t be into me.” An explanation, no doubt spurred by self-loathing. She hissed. “He’s got better shit to be doing. And I have enough respect for my coach to not go sleeping around.”

  Sly slammed his locker door next. “I’m right here, you know. You two don’t have to talk about me like I’m not.”

  “I would say the same,” Noah hummed as he stepped into the locker room.

  All three team members froze up. Sable, freshly showered, still had a plush, pink towel around her neck. Her uniform had been tossed to the side. She had a slender frame. A slim fit look that hid surprising muscle. Sable’s claws were always freshly polished, though she had dulled the tips to avoid damaging the ball if she needed to hold it for whatever reason. Not exactly a common occurrence, but she had popped a ball on more than one occasion. Sable was in the middle of brushing out her fur when Noah entered. Particularly around her belly and between her legs. Noah had peeked there once in the past, spotting a plush pussy. She covered her face with her claws when she spotted the coach.

  Then there was Sly. He had yet to evolve, but he was still the strongest and fastest on his team. The news called him a savant. Muscles rippled under his blue fur. Scratches and scars indicated just how hard he worked. Just how often he pushed himself to his limits. Sly may have been small, but he was the eldest and most mature of his team. His cloaca was hidden by his towel. Still, he stared at Noah with eyes the size of dinner plates.

  Chomps was the most relaxed. He rolled his eyes as Noah entered and stuffed his uniform in his locker. His thick tail lashed back and forth. Chomps gritted his teeth. His scales were still scuffed up from the intense game. He was the team’s goalie. When he was not distracted, he was damn good at it. It was just impossible to keep him from getting distracted. Especially if the other team had some sexy Pokémon he wanted to (and often did) plough. His vent was rather prominent, suggesting a sizable cock. Chomps shut his locker.

  “How much did you hear?” Sable turned defensive.

  “All of it,” Noah said as he stepped into the center of the room. He would be lying if he said he was not turned on by a bunch of naked, sexy, muscular Pokemon. The human cleared his throat. “And I have to say, I’m disappointed in all of you.”

  Sly and Sable’s shoulders fell. Chomps merely huffed through his nose. “Ain’t my fault those two bozos can’t kick a ball.”

  “Don’t make excuses,” Noah surprised himself with just how firm he was. “You were distracted by that froslass’s ass almost that entire game. Your head was just as in the clouds as theirs. And you two.” Noah turned to the other two. “Why don’t you talk to each other instead of having these stupid arguments. Sly is clearly into you, Sable. And you’re too scared to accept it. Which is sort of sad. You’re a tough woman.”

  “Wh– B–” Sable sputtered.

  Noah put up a finger. “I know you’re into me. This would normally be cause for HR to be involved. But! I have a plan that might just fix this team up.”

  The team members perked up. Chomps snarled a bit. “There ain’t fixing this mess.”

  “That so?”

  Noah strode over to the krookadile, who raised an eyebrow. A shot of anxiety danced through the coach. He knew what he was doing was risky. It could, at best, result in being fired. At worst, it could land him in jail. Noah was willing to risk it all for his time. He dropped his hand down and slipped it into the folds of Chomps’s meat hole. The hard warmth of his thick cock immediately pulsed against his fingers. Chomps gasped. His face turned even redder. He stood frozen, save for his dick, which pushed at Noah’s fingers.

  Sable and Sly were no better off. They stared at their coach, unable to do more than watch in shock. Noah was almost certain he was dead meat. That was, until Chomps moaned and instinctively pushed against his fingers. Noah spoke more gently. Almost sheepishly. “You three are too pent for this. You’re going to hurt yourselves or each other. I figure… maybe we could help each other out? It’s good for bonding, too.”

  Chomps pressed his forehead into Noah’s chest as the coach slipped his fingers under his dick and started stroking. Out slipped a meaty, pink cock. The tip was flared and a bit sharp. The whole thing was smooth. Reptilian. It dripped with pleasure. The krookadile breathed heavily, his hips bucking into Noah’s touch.

  Sable moved over. Her nose scrunched up. There was obvious jealousy in her tone. “You’re only going to fuck the resident slut?”

  Chomps flipped Sable off, but he could not manage words through his pleasured gasps. Noah chuckled. “Of course not. We’re all going to fuck each other. It wouldn’t be fair for me to pick just one. That would also sort of ruin the point. Everyone here could benefit from a good orgasm.”

  “Can’t disagree with that,” Chomps hissed through his teeth.

  Noah slipped his hand free. It was sticky from the krookadile’s precum. Strands of it dripped between his fingers. He hesitated a moment before licking them clean. The precum was salty and just a bit tangy. It made his own dick twitch to life. Maybe it was not entirely about saving the team.

  Sable lunged forward. Her claws hooked into Noah’s pants. If they had been sharp, they would have torn clean through. Instead, she wrenched them down, causing his dick to spring free. It dripped just as much as Chomps’s. He swallowed hard. “Slow down. We’ll all get a turn.”

  “Shut up. Bend over.”

  Noah sputtered. He stumbled a bit as Sable pushed him around. Her short stature was deceiving, especially when it came to her strength. Noah caught himself on a bench. His ass was in the air. Sable grabbed his hips and pulled them back. She buried her nose in his rump. Noah yelped. He gripped the bench. His cock bounced, spraying the floor with precum. Sable paid little mind to his shock. She ran her tongue over Noah’s pink, winking pucker. A moan escaped her.

  “And here I thought I was the pervert,” Chomps laughed between his groans. He stroked himself to the scene. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve wanted to eat a human’s ass since before you even knew the coach. You look like you’re starving.”

  Sable flipped Chomps off. She did not bother to look his way. Her attention was on Noah’s rump. Sable traced her tongue around the hole. She was slow. Meticulous. No spot was left untouched. Noah’s legs trembled. He panted as Sable teased his ass. His dick got harder by the second. It took all of his self-control not to jerk himself off. He did not want to blow his load before he had a chance to work with the whole team. Not that Sable was making it easy.

  Just as Sable poked her tongue into the hole, she pulled it out. Her breath came heavy. She looked to Sly. The poor riolu was frozen in place. He looked almost terrified, but his cock gave him away. It had slid out of its sheath just from watching her work her magic. It was long and pink. Not particularly girthy, save for a knot the size of Noah’s fists at the base. She grinned. “You. When I finish stretching out his ass, I want you to show me just how fucking hard you can pound it.”

  “Yes– Yes, ma’am!” Sly squeaked out.

  Seemingly pleased by that response, Sable drove back in. She punched her tongue into Noah’s fuck hole. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in energy and vigor. Her tongue pounded against Noah’s insides. Sable pushed against him. She stuffed every part of his insides with her tongue. He moaned, turned into little more than a trembling puddle. Sable kept going. Kept stroking his insides. Noah bucked when she hit his g-spot, which prompted her to assault it with all her might. She licked and lapped. Ate him up like he was the world’s tastiest ice cream cone. All Noah could do was whimper under her.

  Sable pulled free. She sucked in a quick gasp of air. Her mouth was smeared with her own slobber until she licked it up. “Your turn.”

  Sly nodded. He rushed over, only to realize the height difference was awkward. A small frown played on his lips. Sly grabbed Noah’s leg. The poor human hardly put up a fight as the riolu picked him up and moved him like a rag doll. He flipped him onto his back against the bench and placed his legs on his fuzzy blue shoulders. “Get ready, boss.”

  Noah grunted, “Gentle.”

  To his credit, Sly tried to be gentle. The first few thrusts only pushed an inch or two inside. They were slow. He was trying very hard not to hurt his coach. All of that faded when he looked to Sable for approval, and she looked utterly bored. “Sorry about this,” he whispered.

  Noah never had a chance to react. Sly slammed himself inside and immediately lost himself to the pleasure. He pounded the coach’s ass with reckless, animalistic abandon. Every thrust pushed deeper. Inch after inch stuffed the human until Noah’s eyes were bulging. The knot pressed against his ass with every thrust. Sly’s paws gripped his legs tightly. His hips rolled. Noah could not help but moan. His insides were getting battered. Stuffed. Every thrust crashed against his g-spot and sent sparks across his vision. He bucked against the tiny fella. The two were working on little more than sexual instinct.

  Chomps grunted as he approached. “Seems like it’d be an awful waste to leave this hole unused. Besides, you’re getting sort of loud.”

  The krookadile slapped his dick playfully against his coach’s face. It was hot. Flecks of precum smeared against his nose. Noah moaned, his mouth falling open. Chomps gave him no time to close it before he shoved his cock inside. The taste was amazing. Noah’s head was spinning. It tasted of fruits. Particularly, pinap berries. Chomp had a carefully curated diet, and Noah suddenly understood why. It only made him buck into Sly harder. To add to the cacophony of stimulation, Sable wrapped her hand around his cock. The soft fur and slow movements were in harsh contrast with the brutal pounding Noah was taking from both sides.

  “You’re cute when you’re like this,” Sable hummed. “Maybe we should’ve done this sooner.”

  “Agreed! You’ve got to try his tongue. It’s so warm and wet. Fuck, his throat is tight.”

  All Sly could manage was a shaky moan. He grinded his dick inside, pressing his knot against Noah’s tight opening. Sable giggled. She planted a kiss on Sly’s cheek. “Good boy. They’re both good boys. You’re doing so well. Keep going. Don’t give up now. I want to see you flood him with spunk.”

  “I thought you were a virgin,” Chomps laughed.

  Sable shrugged. “You thought wrong. I just have standards… Ah. No. I shouldn’t be saying shit like that. It’s not fair to you.”

  Noah felt a warm feeling grow in his chest, and it was not just the urge to orgasm. It was so nice to hear his team getting along. Not that it was easy. Chomps’s dick was big. It filled his head with noise and warmth every time the krookadile thrusted. The wet shlicks were deafening, and the shocks of pleasure that came from his ass were just as distracting. He only noticed a moment after it started that Chomps and Sable had leaned in to kiss.

  It was not the longest kiss, but it was surprisingly sweet coming from two Pokémon who typically fought like they wanted to kill each other. Noah was not sure if the sight of them kissing or Sly slamming into him with sudden ferocity was what drove him over the edge. Whatever it was, he was cumming. Hard. Ropes of spunk shot into the air. Sable caught some with her free hand and licked it clean. The rest either landed back on Noah’s chest or underneath Chomps’s chin. 

  Noah was not the only one cumming. When he came, his ass clenched down hard on Sly’s cock. The riolu could not hold himself back any longer. He pumped thick ropes of spunk straight down Noah’s sphincter. Noah’s eyes rolled back as he took the hot, heavy load. Every wave of pleasure made Sly ram his coach’s rump. He only pulled out after he had thoroughly flooded Noah.

  Sly plopped onto the bench. He sucked in shaky breaths. “Shit, that felt good.”

  Noah went limp beside his team member. Chomps pulled free, patting his dick on the side of the coach’s face. That earned a chuckle from Sable. “Don’t be too mean to him. He was polishing you, after all.”

  The coach groaned. “You two are way bigger than I expected.”

  Sly blushed and glanced away. Chomps flashed a devilish grin. “There’s a reason I get so many mates. It’s sort of a problem.”

  Noah sat up. His head swam, still blurry from the pleasure. “We’re not done yet. Two of you still haven’t cum. This will only work if everyone has a chance to be satisfied. Then– then, maybe you three will play the damn game.”

  “Aw, come on,” Chomps crossed his arms over his chest. “That ain’t fair. I’ve been playing pretty well.”

  The krookadile withered under the dark look his coach shot him. He shuffled his feet. Noah sighed. “Whether you want to admit it or not, we’re on a losing streak. I want to fix that, and I know you all do too. So let's work together. Sable, would you be okay with maybe letting Sly have some fun with you?”

  Sable sighed through her nose, but she was smiling. She shrugged. The weavile leapt up onto the bench with feline ease. “Since I’m feeling nice, sure. Sly. Tap out if I push you too far, ‘kay?”

  Before Sly had a chance to respond, Sable was straddling his chest. She turned and sat directly on his face. His small muzzle pressed directly between her perky ass cheeks. He moaned, although it was muffled by juicy rump. Sable made herself comfortable. She slowly stroked the riolu’s dick, urging it back to life.

  “If you’re a good slut and you make me cum, I’ll consider letting you put it in.”

  Sly perked up. His hips twitched into Sable’s claws. “Yes, ma’am!”

  The riolu got to work with gusto. He traced desperate circles around her pucker. It was warm. There was little oxygen under there, but he kept going, only stopping to occasion poke his nose out and suck in a breath. Sly had more skill than Sable. He knew just how to poke and prod to drive a woman wild. Not that she made it easy for him. Her soft lips wrapped around his dick. Every time he struck her with pleasure, she sucked or lapped at his throbbing manhood.

  Sly drove his tongue into the donut. He rolled it along the inside, tracing every stretch of soft flesh. Sable moaned. She pressed her ass back against him. He was swallowed by it. Stuck as nothing more than a tongue to pleasure his lover. Sly loved it. His dick was even harder than before. He slammed his hips up into Sable’s mouth as he dug in deeper. The taste was mind-bending. Sly dug in. He pressed against the underside of her hole, then flared out his tongue. Every movement stretched her. Prepped her for the pounding he had wanted to give since the moment he laid eyes on her.

  “Those two are really going at it,” Noah said as he leaned back against Chomps. “I don’t think he can even breathe under there.”

  Chomps barked a laugh. He nuzzled his snout against the crook of Noah’s neck. His soft breath made the human shudder. Chomps planted a kiss before trailing several more along his shoulders. “I think you’re just jealous.”

  “Maybe I am. The reeming I got earlier was amazing. I could do this more often.”

  Chomps pressed his teeth into Noah’s shoulder. It was just hard enough to sting, shooting shocks of pleasure through him. The krookadile lifted his coach, shoulder still in his mouth, and positioned him over his cock. “Don’t worry. I’m bigger and better than pipsqueak. Just try not to pass out.”

  “Wait, what?--”

  The krookadile slid Noah down on his dick. Cum and slobber made perfect lube. Thank god they did. Chomps was big. His sharp tip made penetration easier, but it flared quickly. Noah sucked in a breath. He gripped his lover with shaking hands. Inch after inch stuffed him full. Noah kept telling himself that Chomps had to bottom out eventually, but more of that thick, reptile cock kept coming. It hit every spot. Pressed against them and shot wild sparks of pleasure across Noah’s vision. His eyes rolled as he grinded his hips against his lover. By the time he hit the hit, it felt as though he might burst. It was the best feeling of his life. Noah could feel Chomps’s heart beat, and the way the krookadile’s dick pulsed in time with his own. It throbbed, practically begging to dump a load.

  “Fuck, Chomps!” Noah cried out. He crumpled back against his lover. “You’re so fucking big. Shit– It’s so good.”

  Sable was moaning as well. The two of them made a strange chorus of desire. Their cries echoed off the locker room walls. Noah bounced on the reptilian dick while Sable pushed herself against Sly’s mouth enough that she threatened to slip his whole snout inside. The human’s cock dripped with pleasure. He crumpled back into Chomp’s grip. His ass milked the krookadile, urging it. Coaxing out beads of precum.

  There was a loud, wet pop as Sable pulled her ass free. Sly instinctively chased. He wanted one more lick. One more sloppy kiss on her pucker for the road. She never gave him a chance. “Fuck, you’re good at this. You better pound me like you pounded the coach. Prove your worth.”

  Sly gritted his teeth. He grabbed Sable’s hips and brought her over to his cock, slamming it inside. She screamed with pleasure. It stuffed her to the point that her belly bulged. Sable gripped his legs. The two of them found a pace after only a couple of thrusts. It seemed wild and animalistic compared to Chomps’s relaxed humping. Sable reached out with one hand. She cupped Noah’s face. Sly pushed her forward into doggy style, slamming his knot against her slobber-soaked entrance. Sable could barely hold herself up. Noah leaned forward to accommodate her. Then the two of them sank into a kiss.

  It was deep. Sloppy. The kiss tasted of cum. Sweet and salty and tinged with excitement at the fact that what they were doing was, at best, an HR violation. They held onto each other tightly as they were pounded. Noah pressed his tongue inside. He fought Sable for control at every turn. She was stronger. Faster. They wrestled for dominance, sharing breath and pleasure. The kiss only broke when one was pulled back by cock. They reconnected only seconds later.

  Things got more and more intense by the second. Sly grabbed Sable by her crimson mane and slammed into her with all of his might. Her eyes bulged. There was a loud pop as Sly’s knot forced its way inside. Sable’s mouth fell open. She was at the mercy of Noah’s kiss and her lover’s cock. “Fuck!”

  Sly growled through his teeth. Now thoroughly stuck, he could only grind on Sable or slam himself in deeper. He seemed more than content with that second one. Not to be outshone, Chomps drove himself to the root. His tip kissed Noah’s insides. He sped up the pace to match Sly’s. “Shit. I’m getting close. You ready for me to pump you full of cum, coach?”

  “Please!” Noah cried. “Fucking fill me!”

  Sable grabbed Noah’s face. She buried her tongue around his. It tasted sweet. Sly rolled his hips. “I’m cumming! Fuck, Sable!”

  The room filled with howls of ecstasy as everyone in the room exploded with orgasm. Cum pumped deep into Noah and Sable’s guts. They melted into their sloppy kiss, clutching each other for dear life. Sly’s knot held it all in as ropes of cum pumped the weavile full. He grinded against her and moaned like a dog in heat. His soft paws tugged at her mane with every shot. Chomps bit into Noah’s shoulder. His grip was just tight enough to lock his coach in place as he stuffed him. The two on the bottom could do little more than squirm as they were pumped full.

  When it was over, all four of them plopped onto the floor or bench. Sable snuggled against Sly. She was thoroughly stuck until his dick shrank, and that might be a while. Despite that, she had a hazy smile on her face. “That was so good…” The weavile whispered.

  Noah nodded. He rolled over beside Chomps and pulled him into a hug. They pressed together, sharing warmth. “Now I think everyone owes everyone an apology.”

  Sable sighed. “I’m sorry I was a bitch to you guys.”

  “I’m sorry too,” Chomps grunted. “I shouldn’t have acted all high and mighty when I was doing just as bad. I mean, fuck! That ball went right between my legs because I was looking at the other team’s ass!”

  That earned tired chuckles from around the room. Sly hesitated. Then he sighed. “I was just sick of being treated like dirt because I’m small. I’m sorry I wasn’t playing at my best.”

  “It’s okay,” Sable said. “Chomps and I shouldn’t have been treating you like that.”

  Noah smiled. He rubbed little circles into Chomps’s back. “Thank you. I’m really proud of all three of you. Tell you what– Win the game next week, and we can do this again.”

Part 1

~~

  The door swung open. Gwen walked in carrying a big box. She plunked it into the middle of the room. Inside was packed to the brim. There was rope, duct tape, scissors, and knives. A gun and a case of bullets sat near the bottom. Scattered throughout all of the countless death toys were silicone dildos or vibrators. Carla marveled at it. So did the rest of the women. There was no doubt what it was all for.

  “Do you carry the stuff to snuff people around with you all the time?” Stacy said, baffled.

  Gwen blushed. She looked away. “Not always! It’s mostly kinky sex stuff. Besides, some of that stuff is useful! You’ll never know when you might need rope or duct tape.”

  “Or a foot-long, ribbed cock?” Rose pointed out.

  “I don’t want to miss an opportunity just because we don’t have enough dildos!”

  “You know those lesbians,” Stacy teased. “Always looking for some random goth lady to pull up and whip out a cock. Sure would be a shame to miss out.”

  Gwen huffed. She punched Rose and Stacy in the arm. “I can take it back if you’re gonna be dicks about it.”

  “Fine. Damn.” Rose huffed.

  Stacy giggled and rifled through the mess of sex toys. “This is some pretty heavy-duty stuff. It could really kill someone.”

  There was a pause as the girls took in that fact. They glanced at Lily’s body. Proof that they were playing dangerous games. Exciting games. Gwen cleared her throat. “Not that I really want to be snuffed. I’m not as extreme as uh… as Lily was.”

  “Oh! Yeah. For sure.” Stacy nodded.

  Diane murmured confirmation, while Carla swallowed. “Yeah. It’s really extreme. I– uh– I killed her, and I still feel bad about it.” It was not entirely true. Her pussy was still drenched. “I couldn’t imagine dying, too.”

  Rose made no response. Her fingers brushed over Lily’s shoulder. An awkward silence settled over the women for a long moment. It was painfully awkward. Carla decided to break the tension. She turned to Diane, not wanting to leave her out. “Truth or dare.”

  “Mmm…” Diane could not tear her gaze from the box. “Truth.”

  “Do you want to uhm… end up like Lily? Snuffed?”

  Diane paused. Her face turned a brilliant shade of red. She hooked her fingers into her skirt. “Well…” Diane glanced around and was met with thumbs up of support. “Maybe a little, yeah. That orgasm looked so intense. It’s not really the thought of dying. Just… it would be such a good orgasm.”

  Gwen patted Diane’s shoulder. “Look at you. Opening up.”

  “Thank you.” Diane stared at her fingers, which picked at the hem of her skirt. “Gwen… truth or dare?”

  “Dare. Easy.”

  “I dare you to make me cum as hard as Lily did.”

  It was the closest to confident that anyone had seen out of Diane that night. Gwen hesitated. “You realized that I might end up killing you if I do that. Right? There’s no going back from that.”

  Diane grabbed Gwen’s arm. She stared up at her with big puppy dog eyes. “You’ll be careful! You don’t have to go that hard. I don’t have to die from it. Please… I want to feel something that crazy intense.”

  How was Gwen supposed to resist something so cute?! She sighed and ruffled Diane’s hair. “Fine. I’ll try to be safe. Just try not to squirm too much.”

  When asked about what method of snuffing Diane preferred, all she could manage was a shrug. Gwen dug through her box. She tossed a spool of rope one way and a bottle of mystery pills another. She was only marginally more careful when setting a large knife to the side. Gwen eventually landed on a garrote. The surface of it was cool. Braided wire reached from one handle to the other. Gwen ran her fingers over it. She held it out for Diane to examine. “How’s this?”

  Diane nodded as firmly as she could manage. Not that that was very firm at all. Gwen chuckled, hesitating only a moment longer. Then she plopped onto the couch and pulled Diane into her lap.

  “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right.” Gwen set the garrote on the arm of the couch. She ran her fingers over Diane’s body. One hand slipped under her shirt and groped her boob. The other trailed down between her legs. She spread them with a thumb, then tugged her sweat pants down. That revealed her winking, soaking pussy. “Well, shit. No panties. Guess I wasn’t the only one who was prepared for sex. Slut.”

  Diane blushed. She turned her head away, but Gwen forced her to look forward by grabbing her hair. The dominant woman glanced at Rose, who nodded and scooted over. Rose slid her fingers over Diane’s cunt. She rolled her thumb over her clit, earning a moan. “Damn. Thanks for bringing her. This slut makes sexy fuckin’ sounds.”

  “I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to play with my girl. Just didn’t think it’d be like this.” Gwen chuckled. She grabbed the garrote and wrapped it around Diane’s neck. It was still, not yet squeezing. Diane touched it. Melted into the cold metal around her neck. Her free hand dropped down to finger her dripping hole. Gwen tightened the tool. “You'd better enjoy this, whore. I’m giving up our movie nights for this shit.”

  Diane moaned again. Her hips pressed into Rose’s touch. Stacy, feeling inspired, shoved Diane’s fingers out of the way. She grabbed one of the dildos and slipped it inside. There was so much pleasure dripping from that pussy that it sucked it up with ease. Stacy pumped it in and out slowly. Agonizingly slowly. “Fuck… this is so hot!”

  Gwen tightened the garrote. Only a little at first. Just enough to make Diane moan and cause her hips to buck. Then Gwen squeezed it tighter. The wire dug into Diane’s flesh. It cut off her airway. Bruises formed under the metal. There was no need to worry about placement when every part of her neck was getting crushed. Gwen wrapped her legs around her partner’s torso, locking her squirming body in place. “I told you not to move too much, slut.”

  Diane whimpered. Her hips bucked and rolled, uselessly grinding into open air. She clawed at the wire. It was more instinct than real desire. Still, Gwen loosened her grip. Diane sucked in a gulp of air. “F-Fuck, why did you stop?”

  “You were freaking out! I’m not just gonna suffocate you to death!”

  Diane’s whole body trembled. One of her hands dropped into her sweatpants, rubbing against her pussy with uncontained desire. “Please… It felt so good. I was getting so damn close. Keep going. It doesn’t– You don’t have to kill me! Just last a little longer. Don’t stop until I cum. Please? Gwen, I need this.”

  It was such a change in demeanor that Gwen was left speechless. Gone was the shy, squirming girl, replaced by a woman with more desire than brains. Diane’s breath came in ragged, shaky gasps. Carla covered her face. It was scarlet. Her hands shook as she watched her friend rub herself off. “You’re going to end up like Lily. It’s a lot harder to stop than it seems. Don’t you–”

  “I know! But I need it. Please. I’m so fucking close, but I need you to help me.” Diane dug her nails into Gwen’s pants. She resembled a rabid animal.

  Gwen jumped. She instinctively tightened the garrote. Diane’s moan made the windows shake until it was turned into a gurgling choke. Her fingers moved faster, filling the room with the heady scent of sex. Gwen kept tightening. She was filled with a strange mix of panic and pleasure. “Fuck… It’s hot when you beg for me, you dirty whore.”

  The act of killing Diane was strangely intimate. Even for Carla. The room was quiet, save for her choking. Everyone was watching. Waiting. There was tension in the air, as if they all understood that what they were doing was permanent. Gwen tugged Diane back against her chest. She feathered kisses all over the choking woman’s cheeks. It was gentle. Slow. A sharp contrast to the violent kicking, squirming, and masturbating. 

  “Good. You’re doing so well,” Gwen whispered. “Tap out when you’re ready. I can stop at any time. I don’t want to actually kill you if you don’t want it.”

  If Diane heard her, there was no acknowledgement of it. Gwen even loosened her grip. She wanted confirmation. Even that slight hesitation was enough to make Diane whimper and tear up. Her hands shook. She sobbed. Gwen tightened back up. Diane was getting close. The room filled with her smell. She was not the only one jerking off, either.

  Rose had shamelessly slipped her fingers into her pants. She rolled her fingers over her clit, moaning softly. It was a sound easily drowned out by that of Diane choking. Carla only caught it because every little noise Rose made caused her heart to race. There was that pang of jealousy again. She had never wished to be in Diane’s position so hard before. Carla bit her lip. Stacy was not much better than Rose. Her fingers may have stayed outside of her clothes, but she still touched herself when she thought no one else was looking.

  Diane’s struggles started to weaken. Her kicking turned to limp twitching. The only part of her that stayed at full speed was the hand that jerked herself off. A puddle of pleasure formed between her legs. Gwen growled into her ear. “You'd better tap out soon. This is your last chance.”

  But Diane did not tap out. She only jerked herself faster, even though it meant the rest of her body failed her. Her face turned a sickening shade of bluish purple. Carla could not decide if it was hot or if it terrified her. All she knew was that her panties were soaked. Diane gaped, no longer sucking in enough air to wheeze. Then she came. Hard. Her hips seized upward. Her eyes rolled back. A strange, wet gurgle escaped her as drool ran down her lips. Diane’s pussy winked with each wave of pleasure. She kicked and clawed and squirmed. Then the poor thing fell still. Dead

  Gwen was frozen in place, save for her trembling breath. “Diane?”

  Even after Gwen loosened the garrote, there was no response. Only drool and the overpowering smell of cum. Carla’s head spun. “I think she’s uhm… Gone.”

  “I told her she could tap out. I didn’t think she’d actually…”

  A wave of silence washed over them. Stacy dropped down beside Gwen. “She came really hard, though. Like, I think she wanted that. Maybe it’s okay that she died?”

  “I should’ve let up. She didn’t ask to die. Fuck.”

  Rose cut in. “Don’t act like she wasn’t asking for it.” She pulled her hands free from her pants. Her fingers shimmered with slick pleasure in the lamplight. “I mean, she fucking cried when you got all soft. She wanted this. Even if she wanted to pretend she didn’t want it. It’s not illegal.”

  “But she had a whole life ahead of her. I had… almost convinced her to date me.”

  “And she trusted you to do the job right.” Rose countered. “You did what she wanted. You made her happy. Fuck, with an orgasm that intense? I’d probably die to cum like that too.”

  Gwen choked up. She started to bite back, only for her shoulders to sag. The fight left her in a moment. Gwen pulled Diane’s body close and snuggled into it. It was still warm. Bruises had formed around the line the garrote had made. “I just… didn’t really realize what it would mean for her to be gone.”

  Another bout of silence. Carla stood. She moved over to the kitchenette and grabbed a red Solo cup that she quickly filled with Baileys. The smell of the alcohol burned her nose. Carla sipped it slowly. It was enough distraction from the panic to keep her stable. Barely. Her free hand drummed on the countertop. Rose moved over beside her. She kept glancing at the others. Never quite meeting Carla’s eye. She leaned in to whisper, “Did I go too far? Normally, I’d ask Lily, but…” Rose trailed off, her voice cracking.

  Carla could only shrug. She offered her drink to Rose, who took it and knocked back the entire thing without a blink. Carla’s heart fluttered. It was hard not to think of Rose as anything other than a hardened, powerful woman. She poured herself another drink, and a second for Rose. The two took their time with that one. They watched their colleagues. It was all they could do. Carla leaned into Rose. She awkwardly rubbed her back, continuing to glance at her to make sure she was not making her uncomfortable.

  Stacy sucked in a breath. “Look. I uh… I’m just gonna admit it. That whole thing was hot. And I’m feeling kind of… jealous? It’s stupid, but I can’t help it. Watching her die… I wish that was me.”

  “Really?” Gwen muttered. “That didn’t scare you away?”

  “Nope. Fuck. I wanted to cum too when I was watching her die like that. Before, I thought I was just interested in watching, but I can’t help it. That was fucking hot, and I want it too.”

  “You’ll die. You’ll be gone.” Carla said over her glass of Baileys. “There’s no coming back.”

  “I know.” Stacy shrugged. “But you guys have to admit it. You all felt it too. Rose was jacking off! Carla– you too. And Gwen didn’t really have hands for it, but I can tell you liked it. That look on your face when you choked her… Girl, you smell like sex.”

  Gwen blushed. It was her turn to choke up like a shy little deer in headlights. She looked away. “Yeah, but I didn’t think I’d want to get snuffed.”

  Carla nodded. She wanted to say more, but it would not come out. Not when she knew, deep down, that it would be a lie. It was impossible to deny her desire after those displays of orgasm. Even just thinking about them had her wet. She knocked back what was left of her drink.

  Rose snorted. “Okay. I’ll admit. It was pretty fucking hot. I’m jealous too.”

  Carla perked up. After seeing how dominant Rose was, she had a hard time believing what she heard. “You too?”

  Rose put an arm around Carla’s waist. She took a long sip of her drink. The smell of alcohol was heavy on her breath. “What idiot wouldn’t want a deathgasm? I’m kind of jealous of Lily, too. It ain’t fair that she got to cum and die, but I didn’t.”

  Gwen squeezed Diane. She nuzzled into her and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. I dunno if I want to die, but it’s all sort of exciting. The risk of it… The chance that it could all end… It’s hot.”

  There were collective nods around the room. Stacy stood at the center. She radiated confident energy. “Then let's play a new game.” That earned attention from the other girls. “We don’t have to kill each other. Necessarily. But we could. Any one of us could kill any of the other. We’ll make it random. One person does something risky to another person. Here…” Stacy snatched up her phone. She pulled up a website that spun a wheel to get a random result. Every girl’s name was put in. “When your name is drawn, you have to get something from the box and use it on someone else. And it’s random, so it’s fair for everyone!”

  “Now you’re speaking my language.” Rose let go of Carla. She patted her head before striding over to Stacy.

  Carla deflated just a little when Rose left her, but she nodded along with the idea. “But– we don’t have to kill people. Unless we want to. Which would be kind of hot?” Very hot. Carla almost said that instead. “I consent to that.”

  “Same.” Gwen scooted back against the couch, still holding her dead friend.

  “Then it’s decided.” Stacy projected her phone screen onto her television. She tossed on Spotify as well, filling the room with jazzy music to really set the scene.

  The wheel spun for an agonizingly long time. Its purple and green slices went around and around. Carla’s gaze was glued to her name. Every time it passed under the little triangle that indicated the winner, she held her breath. It came to a stop. Virtual confetti exploded across the screen. At the center of it was none other than Stacy. She perked up, clapping her hands, then tapped the screen again. Around the wheel went. Carla’s heart roared in her ears. Did she really want Stacy to have free rein over her body? Her pussy winked. It seemed she did. Though it would be better if it were her new crush.

  Gwen froze when her name was the next to be drawn. “Shit… already?”

  “Don’t sound disappointed,” Stacy said with a wink. “It’s for the best anyway. Sorta the least I can do for inviting you to a party where you ended up killing the girl you wanted to fuck.”

  Gwen flipped Stacy off. She blushed and huffed. “Go fuck yourself. You don’t have a damn romantic bone in your body.”

  Stacy giggled as she dug in the box. Her eyes glittered when she landed on a sizable switch blade. There was something mesmerizing about the way the metal clacked when it moved. “A pretty knife for a pretty girl.”

  “Flattery won’t sway me,” Gwen teased.

  “I would never think you were so easily wooed.” Stacy made her way over to Gwen. She pressed the knife up under her chin. It pressed in a little, earning a tiny bubble of blood. Her breath hitched at the sight of it. “Just think about it. With this thing, I could stab you anywhere. I could slice your pretty little throat…”

  The blade trailed gently from Gwen’s clavicle to the top of her ribs. Right in the dip where her ribs connected. Gwen bit her lip. She was about to moan when she exclaimed, “Hey! I liked this outfit!”

  Stacy carved clean through the black fabric and faded faces of the metal band t-shirt. Gwen’s plump tits fell out a moment later, revealing she had worn no bra underneath. She sucked in a breath. Carla could smell her excitement, heavy in the air. It was warm. Enticing. Gwen was not the only one getting wet.

  Gwen bit her lip. “Be careful. Cut in the wrong spot, and I might just bleed out.“ The words were breathy. both of them were red in the face. It was not fear that made her nervous, but deep desire.

  Stacy pressed her knife into Gwen‘s belly. A thick burble of blood oozed out around it. “How about right here? Do you want me to go deeper?”

  “I know you can go deeper than that.” No matter how confident Gwen tried to sound, she could not quite manage to keep her voice from shaking. Tears bubbled at the corner of her vision. She placed a hand on Stacy‘s wrist, guiding it down to just below her belly. “Don’t be a coward, pretty girl.“

  “I’m not a coward! I just don’t want to accidentally kill you.”

  “Then don’t make it an accident.“

  Before any of the other girls could react Gwen tugged the knife and plunged it into the base of her hips. She choked out a noise, somewhere between a gasp and a scream. It carved up her belly and caused thick bundles of intestine to come tumbling out. Gwen stumbled. She crumpled forward, one hand shakily gripping Stacy’s shoulder. There was pleasure on her face, but also fear. Terror.

  “Gwen!” Stacy sputtered. She held the goth woman up. “You didn’t have to— Are you okay?“

  Of course, she was not okay. It was a stupid question. One said on instinct more than real thought. Gwen nodded, though it was weak. “I… I think so. It feels good… It burns. Stacy? Did I fuck up? I didn’t mean to go so deep, but I can’t stop now. Everything is spinning.”

  “Hey! It’s alright. Just breathe. You didn’t mess anything up.“ Stacy put on a smile. She reached down, groping Gwen‘s bloody cunt. It was so wet. She ran her fingers over her clit. Gwen shuttered. She wobbled on her legs, barely able to stand. Crimson ran in a river down her legs. Her hips pushed instinctively into Stacy‘s fingers. Stacy continued, “No one‘s mad. It’s hot! You are hot as fuck“

  Gwen seemed satisfied with that answer. Her breath hitched as Stacy stroked her faster. A fresh gush of gore poured down her legs. She was already close to cumming from the intensity of it all. Her eyes fluttered shut. “Fuck! Oh shit. I’m going to cum from being stabbed. I feel like such a whore.“ The last sentence came with a shaky laugh.

  “You can be my pretty little whore. Cum for me. Cum while you die. I need you…“ Stacy clutched her closer. She drove her fingers into Gwen’s pussy. They squelched through the blood and pre-cum. “I need you to come for me.”

  Gwen let out a desperate little howl as her body was pushed over the edge. Her eyes rolled back. When she came, she came hard. Her hips bucked. Bits of intestine spilled out in all directions. Her nails dug into Stacy, leaving ugly welts in their tracks. Cum gushed down her legs. Gwen‘s body gave up, unable to support itself. Stacy held her close as her last breath rattled in her throat.

  Everyone was still as they processed the moment. Carla was left shellshocked, all the only more horny than before. She stumbled over, then eased Gwen from Stacy‘s arms. Blood splashed on her belly. She plunked her into the nearby seat. Her fingers trailed through her hair to brush it out of her face. Gwen was stuck in one last moment of pure bliss. Some sick part of Carla was jealous.

  Stacy was blushing. She subtly squeezed her legs together. “I didn’t mean to kill her.“

  “It was her choice,“ said Carla with an exhausted shrug.

  The room was silent for a moment. They knew they should have been more bothered. Despite that, each death turned them on more. Carla was disgusted with herself. Disgusted with how good it felt to watch her friends die. Disgusted that she loved it. She touched her cheek to find that she was smiling. Behind her, Stacy wordlessly fixed the randomized wheels so that Gwen‘s name was removed.

  Rose, Stacy, and Carla were the only ones left. They watched the wheel. Waited for their fate. Questioned if they would be the next to die. They did not have to take each other‘s lives. None of them were stupid, though. They knew damn well that they were all getting hornier with each death.

  The cartoon confetti drifted across the screen, revealing that Carla would be the one to pleasure Stacy. Her eyes widened. Stage fright was worse than the thought that maybe Stacy would want to die. Such a funny realization. She moved to the box, paralyzed by its contents.

  “Stacy…” Carla muttered as she scooped up various items. “Just to double check. You’re still into this?“

  “Y-Yes.” Stacy nodded. It was all she could do to keep herself stable. “Please.”

  This was not just asking for a simple, easy play session. Carla could feel it. That deep, aching desire. Who was she to deny it? Carla‘s hand finally landed on a bundle of rope. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly what she wanted. Did that make her a pervert? Probably. It was too late to back down now. Carla gestured for Rose to help her, and the butch woman was more than happy to do her part.

  Stacy swallowed hard as the two set up a chair underneath the lights that hung from the ceiling. Carla hopped up and tied the rope to the base of them. A simple noose. Not exactly pretty, but more than effective. Stacy ran her fingers over the rough fibers. Her nose scrunched a little. “I don’t wanna be rude, but… that’s it?”

  A blush burned Carla’s cheeks as she shook her head no. She dove back into the box and pulled out some more rope. “Just– One second. Rose, can you help me out some more?”

  Rose grinned. She snatched the rope from Carla and worked with practiced speed. Carla felt much like she was being hog-tied. The butch woman ran the rope around her hips and between her legs. A particular knot was tied just above her clit. Carla could feel the heat of Rose’s closeness. She smelled slightly of sweat and desire. It made her pussy wink. When Rose pulled away, Carla was left with a strap made of rope. She grabbed an oversized dildo from within the box and hooked it into the makeshift device. “How’s that? Feel secure?”

  Carla bounced the rubber cock with a small giggle. “It’s perfect.” She spun around to show Stacy, who gasped. That only made Carla’s pussy wink more. “Great. Get on that chair there. If everything goes right, it should only choke you. And you’ll be uhm… forced to ride my dick.”

  Stacy leapt up faster than she wanted to admit. Carla helped to ease the rope around her throat, then hopped up onto the chair behind her. It groaned under their combined weight. Carla slipped her fingers into those bootyshorts. Her lover’s ass was plump and soft. Begging to be fucked to completion. Pleasure made the fabric wet. Carla pulled them down. She pressed the tip of her faux cock against Stacy’s dripping snatch. “Get ready. And– And tap out if you feel like it’s too much. I don’t want to kill you accidentally…”

  Stacy merely grunted. She pressed herself back until her cunt swallowed the first inch of cock, then let out a throaty moan. “Fuck… so big…”

  Carla blushed. Her hips bucked on instinct, pressing that knot into her clit. “And it’s all yours.”

  One solid slam of the dildo pushed Stacy off her feet. She yelped, which was quickly swallowed by a choke. The noose tightened around her neck. Carla caught her in time before it crushed her throat. She slid in and out slowly. Carefully. She did not want to lose her grip on Stacy’s legs.

  Stacy squirmed on instinct. She hooked her fingers into the rope and used what little air she could suck in to whine. Pleasure was already running down her legs. Carla sank her dildo in deeper and deeper. The more she pushed, the more she was pleasured by the way Rose set up the strap. She nuzzled her face into Stacy’s neck. The rough rope rubbed against her cheek. “Fuck, you’re so hot…”

  Carla instinctively glanced up, searching for approval from the one other surviving woman. Rose leaned back against the couch. She jerked off openly. Her fingers were buried knuckle deep in her snatch, jeans discarded. “Come on. Fuck her harder than that!”

  Harder? But that might kill her! Carla wanted to deny Rose, but she wanted to please her even more, especially because Stacy was throwing herself back against the dildo as hard as her hanging body could manage. She needed to move quickly anyway, or risk Stacy having to stop before she came. So Carla pounded. She tore into her lover with reckless abandon, even as the chair rocked and her fingers started to slip. Stacy loved it. She gurgled and groaned as the noose grew tighter. Spit bubbled on her lips. Her hips twitched and rolled. Carla could tell the woman was getting close, but there was a problem. Stacy’s struggles were getting weaker.

  “Stacy– I’m gonna slow down. You have to take a break! You’ll pass out at this rate and–”

  There was no way for Stacy to speak with her rapidly depleting oxygen, so she made her desires clear by kicking at Carla and shaking her head no. Her heels slammed into Carla’s legs. She was so close. They just had to keep going for a little while longer. Carla swallowed hard. If it was what Stacy wanted, she could not deny her. She would be lying if she said she did not want to fuck her friend to death.

  Carla threw her whole weight into pounding Stacy. She slammed inch after inch of silicone into the suffocating woman. Her teeth gritted as she kept pounding. Shots of pleasure made both women shake. Carla was losing her self-control. Stacy’s body was weakening. Her legs were limp, and her fingers fell. She sucked in one wheezing gasp, then came.

  Stacy’s body used up the last of its energy on orgasm. It thrashed about in animalistic pleasure. Every wave made her twitch and kick. Her eyes rolled back as her face turned a sickly shade of blue. She was a squirter. Her pleasure drenched her legs and Carla’s faux-cock. Stacy choked. She struggled for air for just a moment longer, then fell still.

  Carla could not help but grind herself against her dead friend. “Fuck… She… She really did it.”

  “And you liked it.” Rose’s tone was darkly seductive.

  Carla pulled herself free with a pop. She stumbled, half falling and half jumping off the chair. Stacy hung behind her. There was a strange weight to it. The knowledge that she had killed a woman and been turned on in the process. Her feet squelched in the guts of another friend. Four bodies sat in judgement, each locked in one final moment of bliss. Carla took a shaky breath. “Does that make me bad?”

  “It’s not illegal.” It was a copout, but Carla did feel a bit better hearing it. Rose patted her lap. “It’s just us now… and I have to admit. Seeing a cute, shy girl like you kill Stacy was a turn on. I’m a little jealous.”

  “You’re jealous?” Carla could not help but giggle. She had felt so absurd for being jealous before. “I’m jealous! You’re so hot, and you’ve been so sweet, and…”

  “And you and I can’t be together. I’m sorry.” Rose sighed. She glanced down. Her tone made it clear this was not the first confession of love she had received. Rose cupped Carla’s face with a gentle hand. “I’m not capable of romance. And I’m not so kind once you get to know me. I’d only hurt you, and not in the sexy, fun way.” That earned a small chuckle from both of them, even as Carla deflated. Rose continued. “But we can have this moment. This night, where it’s just me and you. Let’s spin that stupid wheel, and maybe one of us can make the other cum real hard too.”

  “I… Yeah. That’d be nice. And I’m sorry that I uh… I pushed too hard, I guess.”

  Rose shook her head no. She feathered gentle kisses on Carla’s forehead and cheeks. “It’s not you. You’re the nice, pretty one. I’m the perverted bastard who only wants to use you to cum.”

  There was something bittersweet about that. Carla did want to make Rose cum. She wanted to make her feel as good as humanly possible. But it hurt to hear that was all it would ever be. She leaned into the kisses. “Yeah. I uhm… I can do this. Just for tonight.”

  Carla got up and readjusted the randomized wheel. Both women watched it spin, Rose pulling Carla back onto her lap. It slowed at an agonizing pace. The results were close. But, in the end, it was Carla doing the potential killing again. Her hand hovered over Rose’s leg.

  “Heh…” Carla managed. “Y’know, the funny thing was that I was hoping you would be playing with me.”

  The girl did not have the heart to say killing, but Rose knew her meaning. She planted a kiss on Carla’s neck. “Shame. Because I was hoping the same thing, and now I’m the lucky one…” She hesitated. Then sighed. “But if you really want, we can give it another chance. Grab that gun.”

  Carla did as she was told, scooping up a gun from the box. She passed it over to Rose. The cowgirl handled it as if it were merely an extension of her hand. Rose plucked the bullets out of its spinning chamber, saving all but one. Carla hesitated. “There’s no coming back from getting shot.”

  “Let’s not fuck with each other. We want this. You want this. Deathgasms are hot. I’ve been wanting to do it for years.”

  “Really? I– I was too scared to even think about it,” Carla sputtered.

  Rose nodded. She pressed the barrel of the gun against Carla’s forehead, causing the smaller woman to squeak. Her fingers wrapped around the silicone dick. “How about you get to fucking me. We take turns. If we both cum before the bullet hits us, then hey. We survive.”

  “And if not?”

  “Bullets are a good way to die.” Rose grinned as she guided the cock into her pussy. It was still slick from Stacy’s cum. The smell of blood filled the air. It was heavy. Hot. Rose pushed into Carla with a moan. “Don’t stall any more. I want you to stuff me.”

  Carla blushed. The knot of rope ground against her clit again. She could not help but let loose a breathy moan as she instinctively slammed into Rose. Not that the butch was complaining. She matched the speed and energy with ease. Carla leaned against the gun. The pleasure was so much more intense when her life was on the line. Every thrust filled her vision with sparks. Fear and excitement made for a strange stew. One that turned Carla’s brain into a horny slop. She sucked in a breath when she heard the trigger click.

  But the bullet did not come. Carla found herself pounding Rose deeper. Harder. Tears burned her eyes, yet she was grinning. “Holy sh-shit!”

  Rose moaned. She rolled her head back, melting into the sudden onslaught. “Damn, girl. Keep that up…” Rose fumbled a bit. Her tough-girl facade crumbled in the face of pleasure. She pressed the gun into Carla’s hand. “Your turn. Don’t stall. F-Fuck…”

  Carla squeezed the gun. She slammed several inches deeper. “Mmf. Yes, ma’am.”

  It was colder and heavier than Carla anticipated. The barrel seemed the perfect size to fit between Rose’s eyebrows. Rose whined. She slipped her fingers over her clit, too lost in pleasure to do much more than pleasure herself. Carla could barely breathe. Her lover seemed so beautiful with a gun pressed to her head. Hell, she looked sort of cute. She pulled the trigger and waited for Rose’s head to splatter. Maybe it was lucky that the bullet did not come.

  Carla’s hands were shaking as she dropped the gun. Rose caught it. The two of them moaned together. Carla melted forward, grinding her clit against the knot while pounding her lover. They locked lips. Rose’s tongue took over. Even that seemed so much stronger than Carla’s. Rose dominated her mouth. She nipped her lips and sucked her tongue. All the while, she lifted the gun so that the barrel pressed against the underside of Carla’s chin. Cold. It was so cold compared to the heat of Rose’s mouth. Carla’s hips jerked. She was frantic. So was Rose. Both were getting close.

  Another hollow click meant Carla was safe. That did not stop her from shaking. She wrapped one arm around Rose’s neck as she took the gun from her. There was no hesitation anymore. Carla’s finger wrapped around the trigger. The weight of Rose’s life was in her hands. There were not many more shots before the bullet had to be there. She pressed the gun to Rose’s chest. Her heartbeat could just be felt through the barrel. Or maybe that was just Carla’s hands shaking. She broke the kiss to moan, “Thank you. You feel so good. I wish we could be together–”

  Rose tugged Carla back in. She drove her tongue deep. It tasted just a little sweet. Carla squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the trigger. She could tell before the bullet ever came. There was something about the way it clicked. Something about the subtle resistance. Then there was a bang that made Carla’s ears ring. She and Rose came all at once.

  It was hard to tell which boiling liquid was blood and which was cum. Chunks of bone and heart splattered across Carla’s chest and chin. Her hips moved on their own, pounding her lover. Rose jerked about. Her body thrashed as wave after wave of orgasm made it move on instinct. Carla kept kissing her. Kept holding her. She rode out the pleasure with needy whimpers. The last breath Rose ever managed rattled in her chest. Then the woman went still, moved only by the last of Carla’s cumming.

  Carla finally pulled free of the kiss for a breath. She crumpled against Rose’s corpse, feeling the warmth of it slowly slip away. Her eyes fluttered shut. Carla was surrounded by death. The smell of blood made her nose tingle and her mouth water. Some part of her was sad to lose her new friends. They had been so kind to invite her to the party. Her first party. It was certainly something she would never forget.

Part 2

~~

  Carla squirmed as she waited in front of Stacy’s door. Her first year in college, she had already been invited by some of the girls in her class for a sleepover. It was a bit silly. Carla was worried about the whole thing being a bit childish. Yet, it was impossible to resist the pull of some quality girl time. So she went, carrying a bottle of sparkling juice and praying the others would not tease her for it.

  Stacy beamed when she opened her door and found Carla standing out front. Those stunning blue eyes seemed to dig into Carla’s soul. They stole her breath away. Stacy tucked blonde strands of hair out of her face. “You’re early! That’s great. Come in. I’m so excited!”

  The door creaked open to reveal a small apartment, but one that glowed with Stacy’s character. Posters of pop singers decorated one wall. Her kitchen was filled with hand-me-down tools from her parents, and her floor had a big, colorful, shaggy rug. Her couch, loaded with squishmallows and blankets, pointed toward a TV that buzzed with music. Carla could not help but be jealous of her new friend. Stacy had been at college for a little over a year, and it seemed she had made herself plenty comfortable. What Carla would not give to live in a place like this rather than her nasty, roach-infested shit hole of an on-campus dorm.

  “I… uh… I didn’t know what to bring, so I brought some… Juice?” Carla stuttered.

  Stacy lit up. “Perfect!” She scooped the bottle from Carla’s hands and scanned it, then danced over to her kitchen. “I’m all for getting a bit tipsy, but this works too. Besides, I have my own. My mom brought it for me.”

  Good parents, too. Another thing to be jealous of. Carla scuttled over to the living space and sat down on the couch. She sat on the edge, afraid her mere touch would destroy something. “Good. Cool. Uh. Thank you for inviting me. It means a lot, actually. Uhm. If there’s anything I can do to help set up, let me know.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” Stacy said as she strode back to Carla’s side. The angle was perfect. Carla got to see how plump her friend’s tits were from beneath and got to admire her thick ass. That was helped by the woman’s tight clothes. Stacy wore a pink, spaghetti-strap crop top. The only thing over it was a yarn fishnet piece that showed off her curves. Booty shorts made up her bottoms, with just a bit of her ass hanging out. It was such a comfortable outfit. Carla blushed when she realized she was entirely overdressed for the occasion. Stacy continued as she plopped down beside her. “I know it isn’t easy getting friends when you’ve just moved in.”

  Carla swallowed and nodded. She glanced out of the nearby window and into the street. Another car was pulling up. Two girls crawled out of it and darted toward the door. “How many people did you invite?”

  “Five, including you!” Before long, the other two girls made it to the front door. Stacy welcomed them in and introduced them to Carla. “This is Gwen and Dianne!”

  Gwen was of the alternative type. Her outfit, more relaxed than what Carla had seen her wear at school, was made up of ripped jeans that clung to her thick thighs and a t-shirt for some metal band Carla did not recognize. Her black hair held streaks of purple. It was tied out of her face with a purple hairband to match. She was short, with wide hips and melons that could crush a man. Her hands were covered in various bits of silver jewelry.

  In comparison, Diane was rather flat. She had a small chest and ass. Her brown hair fell flat down her back. Diane wore little more than a cozy, brown sweater and gray sweatpants. She could hardly make eye contact when she was introduced. Gwen patted her on the back. “Hey! Nice to meet you both.” The alternative girl was just as loud as the music she seemed to love. “Thanks for letting me bring Diane along, Stacy. Poor thing never gets out of the house.”

  Diane blushed and looked away. Carla could not help but smile. She was cute. The two shuffled inside, carrying a load of snacks and drinks. Namely beer. Stacy chided Gwen for bringing “hoppy swill”. Her rant about how beer tasted like ass was interrupted when the doorbell rang again. Gwen beat Carla to the punch, eager to escape her verbal onslaught.

  “Rose! And I see you brought Lily with you.” Gwen called as she swung open the door.

  Rose and Lily were twin sisters. At least, as far as Carla knew. Their mother had not been the most creative with names. Lily matched her name far more than her sister. Her tight t-shirt and exposed belly were both decorated with flowers. Be it tattoos along her exposed belly button or faux flowers tied into her copper braids, Lily knew her theme. Rose was a tomboy, especially compared to her sister. Her cowboy hid an untamed mop of crimson. She wore jeans and a red, thick-strapped tank top. Subtle muscles rippled under her slim-fit frame. Both girls had a fine ass and a decent rack to match their styles. Carla found herself blushing as she watched them walk in.

  Lily grinned. “I couldn’t miss it for the world. Do you know how hard it is to make friends around here?”

  They must have been first years, too. That made sense. They were in Carla’s classes. She swallowed and waved. “Hey! Uh… Nice to meet you both.”

  Rose scanned over Carla silently. She squinted a bit, which made the poor girl squirm in her seat. Then she snorted and nodded. “Likewise. You’re Carla, right? I sit behind you in math. You’re real smart. Easy to copy off of.”

  The room burst into laughter. Shared giggles. Carla blushed deeper and nodded, unsure of whether to take Rose’s words as a compliment. The energy stayed high after that. Snacks were haphazardly tossed in whatever large bowls they could find. Drinks were passed around or sloppily mixed. Stacy had the most experience with alcohol, and even that seemed to be hardly enough. None of them got completely drunk, but Lily and Stacy got tipsy faster than the others. Rose even had to confiscate Lily’s drink.

  After an hour of fun and games, the girls were gathered in a circle and positively buzzing. Carla sipped on the juice. She was too anxious to get any more drunk. Her fingers drummed on her legs as she watched the other girls tease each other. It was nice. Nice not to be alone at night, dreading an exam the next day. She could not help but smile.

  Lily leaned back on the couch. Her face was flushed scarlet, emphasizing her freckles. “Stacy… truth or dare?”

  A collection of Oooos filled the room. Whatever conversation that was had was silenced by interest. Stacy giggled. “Shit! I haven’t played truth or dare since uh… since high school. And all my friends said it was too boring.” She knocked back the rest of her wine and set her glass to the side. “Dare.”

  “I didn’t think you’d be a dare bitch,” Said Gwen.

  Stacy elbowed Gwen and stuck out her tongue. “I’m not a coward!”

  “Didn’t say you were. I think truths are much braver,” Gwen hummed. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to have to tell you guys all my dirty, kinky secrets.”

  Lily cleared her throat. “I dare you…” She considered her words for a moment before she landed on a devilish one. “To open your phone, go to your contacts, and message the first person you find with an ‘I love you, be mine forever’ text.”

  Gasps flashed around the room. Stacy did not back down. She pulled out her phone and tossed it on the table for everyone to see. There was only a moment of hesitation when they saw it was her brother. Lily shook her head. She told her she did not have to do it, but Stacy cut her off. “I’m. Not. A coward.”

  The text was sent, leaving the girls chittering with shock. Gwen patted Stacy’s shoulder. “I take it back. You’re braver than I am, soldier.”

  That earned some chuckles from the gaggle. Stacy beamed with pride as she turned to Carla. Their eyes locked, and the shy girl’s face turned scarlet. Stacy grinned. “Truth or dare.”

  “Uh– T-truth.” The truth was that Carla did not want to be subjected to whatever cruel dare the drunk woman could muster up.

  “I saw you looking at Rose earlier. Tell us what you think about her.”

  Carla should have chosen dare. Her insides did flips as she sputtered. She much resembled an overripe tomato. “Oh! Uh– I don’t know if– That’s a lot of– I can’t…” Carla turned to Rose, who had a face of stone. She lifted an eyebrow, which made Carla duck away. “I think that she’s uhm… very sexy. And hot. But– not in a weird way! I promise I’m not being creepy! I’m sorry.”

  Rose narrowed her eyes, then scooted across the couch so that she could reach Carla. The shy girl stared a hole into the floor. There was an awkward moment of tension, then Rose ruffled Carla’s hair. “Hey. It’s alright. I know I’m hot as hell. It ain’t weird.”

  That confidence only made Carla cringe deeper. The warm smell of Rose made her wet. She sputtered out a thank you and leaned into the gentle touch. Stacy put her hand over her mouth. “You two are soooo cute!”

  Carla whined. She buried her face in her hands. The conversation needed to change quickly before she melted into her seat. “Uh– Lily! Truth or dare.”

  “Hmm. Dare.”

  Carla’s mind went blank. She was never good at party games, and there never seemed to be a good dare on the top of her mind. Her fingers drummed on her forehead. The room waited with bated breath. “I dare you to eat that entire jar of olives.”

  Lily laughed. She stumbled to her feet and grabbed the jar from the kitchen counter. “This is sort of lame, but sure.”

  Carla could not help but stare as Lily ate. Olive after olive passed across her lips. She shoveled them down like a champion and even chugged the juice. That earned a couple ews. Lily puffed out her chest. She hardly waited a second to counter over to her sister. “Rose! Truth or dare.”

  Rose, who had yet to move from beside Carla, snorted. “Dare.”

  “I dare you to kiss Carla. On the lips! With tongue.”

  Carla froze. She felt her hands shake slightly. The poor thing had never kissed anyone before, and certainly not another girl. Rose put a hand on her cheek. She gently pulled Carla’s chin so that she was forced to look at her. Her voice was deep. Husky. “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna. They can call me a coward if they want, but I’m not gonna make you do something you don’t want.”

  How ridiculous. Carla was ecstatic at the chance. She was just terrified that Rose might not want it. Or might not like it. Or might not ever talk to her again. She sputtered, but realized no words were going to come. It seemed leaning in for a kiss was her only option. Rose met her halfway. Their lips locked. Carla had zero experience with kissing, and squeaked when Rose’s tongue slipped past her lips. It was a strange feeling. Not necessarily bad, but certainly alien. She melted into it with a soft moan.

  Rose broke the kiss. She stared into Carla’s eyes for a moment, then wiped slobber from her lips. The tomboy leaned back on the couch and smirked. “Easy.”

  The other girls stared. Some were blushing while others squirmed in their seat. Lily huffed through her nose. “Right. Well. Your turn.”

  “Well, if we’re going into slutty territory, then sure. I’ve got some ideas.” Rose put a hand on Carla’s shoulder. “Truth or dare?”

  Carla froze. She had not expected it to come so quickly back to her. “Uh– D-dare.”

  The word slipped out before Carla could stop it. Some part of her hoped that Rose would take the chance to kiss her again. Another part was terrified she had made a grave mistake. Her fingers drummed on the couch as Rose looked her over. “I want you to get on top of my sister and strangle her for three minutes. Not too hard for a cute little runt like you, right?”

  Lily cut in before Carla could. That was probably for the best. She had devolved into flustered stuttering. “Rose!”

  “What? I’ve seen you watching when those girls get snuffed in grocery stores. And when Mom got snuffed by Dad in the Chick-fil-A parking lot. You’re a perv for this shit. Don’t deny it. Is it so wrong to want to see you suffer sexily?”

  It was Lily’s turn to stutter. She buried her face in her hands. Stacy laughed and patted her friend on the back. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s normal to think being snuffed is hot. Besides, three minutes isn’t going to kill you. It’ll just… simulate it? Probably? It’ll be fine.”

  Lily hesitantly nodded. Her breath shuddered. Stacy helped her to the floor, where she lay down on her back. “I’m ready.”

  Carla looked between the lying girl and her hands. Hands that hardly hurt a fly. They were shaking. She was shaking. Maybe this was a bad idea. Not that it was breaking any laws or anything. Just that Carla had never choked anyone before. Hell– watching choking videos always gave her a weird feeling in her chest, so she always scrolled away. More than anything else, Carla was terrified of fucking it all up. She only managed to get to her feet when Stacy took her hand and pulled her.

  Everything was a blur as she straddled Lily’s chest. The two made eye contact and, for just a moment, time seemed to stop. Then Carla swallowed and leaned over the other woman. “Alright. Uhm. Ready?”

  “Ready.”

  Carla awkwardly placed her hands over Lily’s neck. One sat a bit too far left, with her thumb only half crossing over the trachea. The other was on the center line, but much too high. Not that Carla was aware. She glanced at Stacy. The host showed her phone had a timer at the ready. “Alright. Alright, uh. I’ve got this. We’ve got this. It’ll be fine. I hope you like it?” Carla cringed at her own words. She wanted to disappear. There was no time for disappearing, though. She had three minutes to strangle her new friend.

  The timer started with a small beep, and Carla pushed down with all her might. It was softer than she expected. Warmer. Lily looked up at her with wide, bulging eyes. She gripped Carla’s wrists with shaking hands. Every breath came as a sucking gasp. Yet, there was a problem. Lily could still breathe. Carla’s face flushed as she realized just how ineffective her strangling was.

  “I— I’m sorry,” Carla whispered. “I’ve never done this before.”

  Lily dug her nails into Carla’s wrists. Both of them had turned red. Carla squirmed. She felt pleasure dripping down her legs. Was she enjoying this? Did that make her a pervert? It took her a moment to realize that Lily was just as wet, which somehow made her feel worse. Carla knew damn well she was not strangling enough. She glanced at the timer, then back at the woman under her. Her grip tightened. Fingers dug into the soft flesh, but still Lily breathed. No matter what position Carla tried or how much pressure she applied, she could never cut off airflow without threatening to snap the woman’s throat. When the timer went off, Carla let go, close to guilty tears.

  Once free, Lily took several shaky breaths. Then she patted Carla’s shoulder. “It–” Lily paused to cough. “It’s okay. It was uhm… sort of hot.”

  “Hot?” Carla squeaked.

  There was an awkward collection of nods and hums of agreement from around the circle. Carla’s fingers tapped against her leg. It had been hot. Not to mention sort of exciting. She swallowed hard and nodded, glancing at Rose for approval. Her heart fluttered when she realized that Rose was smiling. Stacy’s voice cut the tension. “Your turn.”

  “Right! Yeah. Yep.” Carla looked down at Lily, who clutched her throat, blushing. “Truth or dare?”

  “Dare,” Lily said between ragged gasps.

  Carla’s mind went blank for a moment before she squeaked out, “So then… horny dares are okay?” The others waited for someone else to respond first before Rose grunted and nodded. That seemed to be enough for everyone to agree. Carla pointed at Rose. “I want you to– I mean– I dare you to make out with her.”

  There were a couple of chuckles. Rose winked. “You don’t have to be so shy, honey.”

  Honey. The word made Carla’s heart soar. She sputtered, only for her mouth to freeze when Rose moved into action. The tomboy took her sister’s chin between her thumb and pointer finger. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, looking for all the world like a couple in love. Then Rose dove in. She wrestled her sister’s tongue for dominance. Filled her mouth and bit her lip. It was voracious. Rose was starving, and kissing her twin sister was the only cure. Lily struggled to breathe through the attack. Her hand dropped against her skirt. It only narrowly avoided her clit. She leaned into the kiss, moaning. When it broke, the two of them pressed their foreheads together.

  Carla was no better than Lily. It took every fiber of her being not to touch herself at the sight. “Holy shit…”

  Rose chuckled. She lounged back on the couch. “It’s not the first time we’ve played around.”

  “Don’t tell them that!” Lily blushed. “That’s embarrassing!”

  “How could anyone resist someone so pretty?” Rose shook her head. “Impossible. They must have already known.”

  Lily sputtered. Then covered her face with her hands. Carla could not help but feel a bit jealous. She scanned the woman. Stared at the slowly growing bruises on her neck. The dull purples and yellows seemed to fit Lily. Carla was so focused on that strange, swirling jealousy that she did not realize Lily was speaking with her. It took her putting her hand on Carla’s leg to snap the woman to attention. “Truth or dare?”

  “Wait– Me again?” Carla blinked. “Dare, I– uhm. I guess.”

  Carla wanted to impress Rose. Wanted to show her she was tough and that she could handle any dare. That might have been a silly hope, though, because her brain blue-screened when Lily said, “I want you to choke me again. Please? Uhm… It felt really good and I kinda… liked it.”

  “Sure! Yeah, why not? I mean– It’ll probably be just as bad as before, but if you want…”

  “Not if we do a little research!” Gwen jumped in.

  Gwen grabbed her phone and brought it to the middle for everyone to see. Both of the girls on the ground stared with wide eyes. Deer-in-headlights eyes. Stacy and Rose leaned in with muted curiosity. Gwen had found a video on how to strangle someone to death correctly. Carla did not know about doing it to death, but it would at least show her how to cut the airflow off. Everyone leaned in as the video started.

  The video had been posted by one MaxKillerX. His intro was one of those that was needlessly long, going on and on about promotions and subscribing to see more. Gwen skipped past the beginning after a moment. The meat of the video was more interesting. Max never showed his face, but his arms were muscular. His hands strong. He showed where to place one’s hands. Gwen paused so that Carla could do her best to copy it. Her thumbs were placed over the trachea. It was a good way to put weight down without crushing the fragile area. Her other fingers could grip the back of Lily’s neck. Carla hesitated, then let go. She paused the video.

  “You good?” Lily said through a shaking voice.

  Carla shook her head. “This is– it’s dangerous. And stupid. I might end up killing you if I fuck it up. Your throat could get crushed, or you could choke, or you might pass out and not wake up.”

  Lily sat up, pulling her knees to her chest. “Well, yeah, but…” Her face heated up. She looked away. “It felt so good before.”

  “And I’m glad for that. I’m just– I’m worried. If you die, that’s it.”

  Diane piped up, “You’ll be gone. Forever.”

  Lily shrugged. She stared down at the phone and considered their words. Her hands squeezed her thighs. Lily chewed her lip. “I know. I’m not– I’m not stupid. Hell, getting so close to it, I kinda… want that?” She hesitated for a long moment, then lay back down. “It’s super scary, but it’s such a fucking turn on. I almost came when you choked me before.”

  Carla brightened up. “Really? It was a turn on for me too.”

  That earned a couple of chuckles from around the room. Even Rose was grinning. She punched Carla in the arm. “See, it ain’t that bad.”

  Carla nodded, both more nervous and excited than before. There were bigger stakes. More investment. Lily looked up at Carla with big puppy dog eyes. “Please? Please choke me? I think I need it. I got so close before, and it was so fucking good. There was this freedom. Like everything else had faded away, and all I felt was good.”

  Lily stretched her arms and legs out, exposing herself to her nervous friend. Her soft, fragile neck was pale. Delicious. Carla’s pussy winked. “O-Okay. I can do this! Take a deep breath.”

  Carla crawled back on top of Lily. She slipped her hands back around her throat. It was warm. She could feel the heartbeat under her touch. Something so vital under Carla’s fingers was exhilarating. She watched Max explain the right place to press down to cut off oxygen. All the while, her panties were getting soaked through. It seemed the other girls were feeling the same. The smell of sex filled the room. When the video reached yet another ad break, Carla piped up. “I think I’ve got it.”

  “Then please… I want to feel that excitement again,” Lily managed through a soft moan. “Please suffocate me. Just for a couple of minutes. Please.”

  Carla’s heart fluttered. That jealousy boiled in her belly. She thought back to Lily and Rose kissing, and let that hot feeling take over. Her weight pushed down on the twin’s throat. The results were immediate and much more satisfying. Choking. Gagging. Lily twitched and wheezed. Her hands instinctively grasped Carla’s wrists, nails digging into her skin. Spit frothed on her lips. She kicked and fought and struggled. Through it all, she let out gurgled moans. Lily was wet. Soaking wet. She smelled of sex.

  Carla’s head spun. She pushed harder. Her hips straddled Lily, keeping her pinned to the ground. Every little struggle or wheeze made Carla’s heart skip. She felt so powerful. So entirely in control. It was impossible to stop once she had started. Impossible to slow down when she felt Lily weaken. Her new friend’s life was in her hands, and every part of her wanted to snuff it out. She moaned as she squeezed Lily. Her hips ground against her bucking friend.

  Lily’s face turned a sickening pale. Her eyes rolled back. She let out a gurgling whine as her nails dug into Carla one last time. Then they fell with a thump. Carla knew she should have stopped, but she could still feel Lily’s hips squirming. Both of them were close. Both of them were going to cum. Carla wanted– no, needed it. Needed to feel the woman cum under her. She squeezed down tighter and moaned loud enough to shake the windows. Lily’s hips bucked.

  Then both women came. The last thing Lily felt was orgasm. Blinding, mind-emptying orgasm. Carla and her rubbed their hips together as wave after wave of pleasure hit them. Lily went limp. There was nothing left. No wheezing. No moans. Just a woman who had died in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Carla slowly let go of her throat. Her hands shook. She sat back on Lily’s legs and stared down at what she had done. “Shit…”

  The room was silent. Tense. Carla stared down at her hands. Hands that had killed someone for the sake of orgasm. Something about that felt good. She swallowed hard, then looked to Rose, terrified that she had ruined any chance with her. Rose blinked. “You actually did it.”

  “I’m so, so sorry.”

  “Don’t be. Ever since she saw what happened to mom, it was all she ever wanted…” Rose fell silent. Contemplative.

  Carla could hardly tear her gaze from the corpse. The woman she had killed. Killed. What a strange thing to do. Carla sat back between the body’s legs. Her hands twitched against her legs. “I can’t believe she’s dead.” She could not believe she had killed her.

  Rose slid down beside Carla. She put a hand on her shoulder. A tense silence hung over the room. Carla leaned into Rose, stuck staring. There was something gorgeous about Lily’s corpse. Something tempting. Pleasure pooled in Carla’s panties. Her breath came heavy. Rose was not much better. Her head settled against Carla’s shoulder. “She looks peaceful like that.”

  Diane shifted, looking away. “She’s dead.”

  “She wanted it,” Gwen hummed. “She begged for it. I mean– she really, really begged. It’s not our job to dictate what she wants. Er.. Wanted.”

  There was that silence again. The weight of the death made their hearts race. Diane scooted away from it. Her face was scarlet. Rose squeezed Carla’s shoulder. 

It was Stacy who laughed. It was awkward. Nervous. She was trying to clear the air. “And it was hot as fuck! You were so strong, and the choking?! The sounds? Fuck, I nearly came too. That was so good. Carla– holy shit.” Stacy stumbled to her feet. She squeezed Carla’s other shoulder. “I should’ve recorded it.”

  Gwen stared at the body. Her fingers brushed over her winking pussy. “Y’know… If you guys liked that, I might have something fun in my car.”

  Diane, who had been nearly silent throughout the whole thing, whispered, “The box?”

  Gwen nodded. She rushed to the door, telling them all she would be right back. Carla watched her go for only a moment. Her gaze returned to the body. She stumbled to her feet. “What do we do with…”

  Rose hushed her. She pulled Lily’s body to the side and leaned it against the arm of the couch. There was that little pang of jealousy again. Carla glanced at Diane. The poor thing had huddled into a ball and was watching with shaky breath. It took her a moment to realize that she was not anxious, but instead was trying to hide that she was rubbing her clit.

  The smell of popcorn and cum filled the air. The night sky was lit up with the glow of circus lights. There was laughter as people played the silly games or slipped away into specialised snuff booths. It was a gorgeous night at the Bloody Carnival, and five friends were determined to have the best night of their lives, especially as it was to be their last.

  Farah tugged Kody by the arm. They had already nearly lost their other friends behind them several times, and it was only because of Kody reminding her to slow down that they stayed within eyesight. Farah’s tail lashed back and forth. Her nose, small and black to match her feline ancestry, was lifted in the air. “I can smell blood! And gas. It’s gotta be just a couple tents down. Come on!”

  Kody chuckled. One of her big, floppy ram ears twitched. “Don’t you want the others to see it happen?”

  “Yeah!” Called Riley, who led the other two. Her tail tip twitched. One cat ear perked up, picking up the sounds of a chainsaw. “I think it’s that one. Right there.”

  Farah’s crystal blue eyes lit up. She darted over to a large, purple tent. In the center was a table much resembling that of a cartoon super villain’s. It had a line down the middle and was covered in both fresh and old blood. A pool of crimson circled it. At the end of the line was a silent chainsaw. Several men and women had filled the tent to watch the show. They had pulled out their cocks and were jerking off or having sloppy sex. Several split corpses were stacked in the corner. A tired-looking ride attendant stood by the controls of the machine. His eyes held the glassy look of someone who was not paid enough to give two shits.

  Relieved to see there was no line, the impatient cat girl leapt onto the table. Farah clapped her hands. “Right on the money! Mr. Ride-Guy, sir, can I please be snuffed by this here chainsaw?” Farah’s voice trembled with excitement and hope. Ever since she had seen a cartoon villain attempt a similar death on a hero, it was all she could imagine. She had dreamed of being snuffed in just the same way since childhood. “Nice and slow, so all of my friends have a good show!”

  “You know,” Hummed Fu, the elven woman, “This is your death. It’s about you, not us.”

  Farah huffed. She crossed her arms over her chest, just under her perky tits. They were barely covered by a black tank top. Farah stuck her tongue out. “Is it so wrong to get off to people watching me die?”

  “I suppose not.” Fu squeezed Farah’s arm, then helped guide her onto her back.

  The ride attendant strapped down Farah’s legs. “Please keep your hands and feet on or above the table. You’re being held down, so you cannot escape. Bloody Carnival Incorporated is not liable for dissatisfaction or unwanted death in the case of hesitation or regret.” He could not have sounded more bored.

  Farah scrunched her nose. She flopped her head back. “Alright. I’m ready. Let's do it!”

  It was nearly impossible for the cat woman to contain her excitement. Her tail and ears twitched. Her mouth watered at the scent of blood. Yet, some part of her was unsatisfied. As the ride operator pulled a lever, the chainsaw at the end of the table whirred to life. Farah watched it with wide eyes. Her pussy was instantly wet. Her heart roared in her ears. It was going to carve her in two. Never before had she been so damn horny.

  But Farah could not shake that dissatisfaction that gnawed at her belly. She chewed her lip, her gaze darting between the crowd, her friends, and the ride operator. He seemed so sad and bored. The poor guy was hardly even looking. Farah reached out and tugged him over so that he was standing at her head. He yelped, “Hey!”

  “Shhhh. If I’m going to die, I’m going to put my mouth to good use while doing it.” Farah said with an impish grin.

  The ride operator huffed. Before he could pin her arms down, Farah managed to unzip his jeans. His dick flopped out. It smacked her in the face. She was too consumed with desire to notice as he strapped down her wrists. “Since you can’t comply with keeping your arms in place, I will have to use extra restraints–”

  A moan interrupted the ride operator as Farah took his big, juicy cock in her mouth. Her tongue, just slightly rough, expertly lapped up the underside of the hog. Pleasure raced down her legs. Her hips bucked a little as the chainsaw drew ever closer. Farah took the ride operator’s dick like a champ. She gulped it down, pleasuring it with the vibration of her muffled groans. There was nothing like pleasuring others to turn a woman on. With everyone watching, it felt like she was nothing more than a pathetic whore. That was exactly what Farah needed.

  The chainsaw took its sweet time crawling up the table. Farah was getting antsy as she sucked the man’s cock. Her eyes darted to Kody, who seemed to read her mind. She shot her a devilish grin. Kody danced her fingers over Farah’s hips. “Look at you. You’re getting all turned on from being cut up. How cute.”

  Farah blushed. She sucked the man’s cock with renewed vigor as Kody dropped her fingers lower. They danced over her clit before sliding into her wet, dripping hole. Farah let out a squeal of pleasure. Her hips rolled against her friend’s fingers. Kody giggled. She started with a slow couple of thrusts to get her pussy acclimated, but she was not exactly an inexperienced catgirl. Farah adored sex. She begged at every opportunity for more. Of course, her body easily bent to Kody’s whim.

  “You’re just melting into my fingers. Don’t you wish they were the saw blade already? God, you slut.” Kody pounded her fingers faster. “Fuck, I love it when I can use your cute little body. Nothing but a cum slut begging to be stuffed. Pathetic.”

  Farah whined. Her hips rolled on instinct, and she swallowed down another few inches of cock. Kody’s fingers reached a fever pitch. The chainsaw was mere inches away. Her breath caught in her throat. Farah was about to cum… when Kody pulled her fingers free. She whimpered.

  “I’m not getting chopped up like this. Besides, I think you’ll be cumming in a second here.”

  When the chainsaw made its first contact, it hit Farah directly on the clit. Her eyes bulged. She let out something between a scream of agony and one of pure pleasure. The shock to her brain made her whole body tremble. Orgasm crashed into her like a hundred-pound boulder. Farah’s throat tightened around that delicious cock. Her mind went white as she instinctively sucked. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her, spurred on by the evisceration of her cunt.

  The chainsaw chewed upward slowly. Agonisingly slowly. It cleaved past Farah’s clit and drove through her pussy. The way it trembled made her insides shake. Farah moaned around the cock. She could feel the chainsaw pressing closer to her womb. It was getting harder and harder for her to suck in breath the longer it lasted. Blood sprayed up along the saw blade, creating a sort of hot, reddish cloud. Her eyes rolled. Farah could smell it. The taste of it tinged that of the ride operator’s precum. Salty. Warm. All while her friends looked on in wonder.

  Kody was openly jerking herself off to the sight. Fu was no better, although she seemed more reserved. It was a cute shyness that she and Riley shared. Riley’s may have been better described as stubbornness. Emily had the self-control not to, but she was certainly watching with interest. The crowd was equally engrossed. The poor ride attendant had entirely lost himself in Farah’s expert head.

  When the chainsaw hit Farah’s womb, she could not help but cum again. Her hips bucked against the whirring blade. She rolled into it. A scream rumbled around the dick in her mouth. The ride operator came, too, dumping thick wads of cum down her throat. Its taste was salty. She could not help but match the waves of orgasm, even as she lost control of her lower half.

  The chainsaw pushed onward. It carved into Farah’s belly, sending up a spray of guts and gore. In its wake was a thick stew of intestine. Some still resembled their original form. Most of it had been sucked into the devastation and came out the other side as a chunky mess. Farah’s blurry mind could only barely register the taste of gore in her mouth. Her feet and legs twitched, too weak to manage full rolling like they had before. The further up the chainsaw got, the more of a sloppy mess was left in its wake.

  Farah kept sucking on the man, even as he finished his orgasm. The ride operator found he could not pull away without risk of her tearing his dick clean off. There was only one answer to that. Fuck her face hard enough to get her to let go. Not that he suspected he would have much luck.

  Blood bubbled out of Farah’s nose as the ride operator railed her face. He fucked her throat harder than any pussy. A bulge stretched the skin of her neck as he pounded away. Farah loved it. She rode waves of pleasure every time he slammed inside. All the while, the chainsaw made it past her belly and up into her chest cavity. The last of her breath was shaky around the vibrations of the blade. It cut through spine with ease and tossed up chunks of lung with every rotation. Her tits bounced slightly from the force. Her lower body twitched, more on instinct than anything to do with desire.

  The rider operator’s eyes widened as he realized just how close the blade was getting. He pounded Farah hard enough to slam her head into the table, but she was determined to taste one last orgasm before she died. Her tongue wrapped around him. It milked his dick with expert ease. Helped by the heat of the blood, his dick was already throbbing. He was getting close.

  Farah’s vision went white as the blade cleaved between her shoulders. It cut up into her throat. In its wake was little more than a puddle of gore and the split halves of a thrashing, dying woman. The ride operator whimpered. He could feel the heat of the blade getting dangerously close, which might have been what drove him over the edge. He came down Farah’s throat. Ropes of spunk shot against the blade, only to be flung as a white and red mist as it spun. Farah was satisfied with the coppery, salty taste of spunk. She released his cock mere seconds before it was cut.

  The last things Farah processed were orgasm and the rattle of the blade as it dug into her skull. Her eyes rolled back as she gurgled out one final moan. That, too, was cut off as the chainsaw finished with her throat and split her mouth in two. There was a distinctive, hollow noise as it carved through her nose. Then it hit her brain. Gray matter gushed out. It came out from between her split skull in a strange, pinkish slurry. The ride operator stumbled away as the blade carved through the last of her head. Her body stuck together for only a moment with the gooeyness of blood and organ. Then there was a wretched squelch. The two halves plopped apart, landing heavily on the table.

  The various girls watched with shock and awe. Kody was the first to break their silence. “So, who’s next?”