36. Handnecklaces & Intestinal Scarves

Idon't cut him deep enough to kill, leaving enough room for me to slip my two forefingers beneath the derma. I'm wondering if Brandon thought this would be his final blow, but little does he know it's going to be much worse than he ever expected. Gliding my fingers back and forth, I create a large enough opening to accommodate my girth. I straddle his neck and shove my cock into the tight slit. The blood acts as a lubricant, helping me to ease and stretch the wound to fit around me.

"Damn, Brandon. Your throat acts as a good pocket pussy." I glance over my shoulder at him, and his eyes streaming with tears. "You should put that mouth to use and rim me out while you're at it."

Monica giggles sweetly, drawing my attention back to her. She's gloriously covered head to toe in dark crimson. She looks even better than she did when she was killing Zack because, this time, she isn't in full rage. No, with Brandon, she's pacing herself and enjoying it.

I cup her face in my hands, using my thumb to clear a path on her cheek. "You're so fucking beautiful. You know that?"

"Only when you tell me," she admits.

I want her to know it without me having to tell her. All these people who have warped her brain into thinking she's anything but amazing will all die by my hand. With that thought, I slam my mouth into hers. Her plush lips meld into mine. We are a mix of saliva and bated breath as we fuck Brandon's dying body. His Adam"s apple glides beneath my shaft, and the sensation has electricity shooting down my spine. I cup a handful of blood from his stomach and run the silky, thick texture over Monica's chest, squeezing her full breast. Her nipples are hardened peaks in my palm, begging for my attention, and I give it to them.

"More, I need more," Monica mewls, poking out her bottom lip.

Her fat, fucking bottom lip is wet and dripping with blood. Brandon got her in the cheek, making it look like she has one dimple pierced. It only makes her look adorable. It's all I can focus on as my fingers find the top of her slit. I circle it, stealing her breath. Before she moans, I capture her lip between my teeth, and a copper, metallic twang burst over my taste buds. I'm not sure if it's hers, his, or a mix of both, but I don't really care. This is a baptism in blood, and I've been reborn with her. I release her mouth to grip her delicate throat draped in intestines. Her pulse thumbs rapidly between my fingers, and her hips thrust into my hand, begging for more.

"Look at me." My voice comes out gravely. The only other time I can remember being this lost in pleasure was when I screwed the girl that overdosed on my cock. This time, it's increasingly more savage. When her white eyes meet mine, her pussy flutters. My fingers dip deep alongside Brandon's slowly withering shrimp dick. With my digit and his tiny cock side by side, I command, "Come with me, Dead Girl."

She nods, and we both fuck, faster, the mess of Brandon's blood gushing out. He gurgles and chokes. His Adam's apple moving fast. My balls tighten, and the pressure building in my lower spine has my thrusts growing more erratic and feral. I'm tearing through the flesh wound I created, but it's enough to get me there. Monica's eyes gleam with determination as she grinds faster on my fingers and what's left of Brandon's cock. A thunderstorm cracks, and lightning shoots through us as our bodies come undone. I ride on a high of endorphins and ecstasy that could lead to an earth-shattering rumble. When hot ropes of my semen release into Brandon"s battered throat, my body gives out, and I rest my forehead against Monica's. Our heavy pants intertwine as we both come down from this post-organismic high.

"Fuuuuuck, I've never…" I start, but Monica's crimson finger shushes me.

"Don't ruin this with talk of another woman because I swear to the afterlife I'll kill you and continue to fuck your dead body and hunt down every woman before me and make them watch me while I ride your cold cock, then make them choke on my orgasm to show them and you who you belong to." Monica removes her finger from my lips and begins to stand, but I pull her back down by her shoulder before she can leave.

"I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted, I've never seen a more beautifully dangerous woman in my life until now."

Monica rolls her eyes and scoffs. Brandon gargles on his own blood. He needs to fucking die already. Fuck. Monica and I are having a moment here, and he's being rude.

I dive beneath his rib cage, digging out his liver, kidneys, and stomach. Each piece takes a little tug, tearing away from layers of muscle and connective tissue. My hand squishes in the crimson pool that's turning brown and smelling of bile. I block out the putrid scent of Brandon's shit as my fingers wrap around the organ I've been searching for.