Russian Roulette
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Category:
G through L › Halloween (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,605
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Halloween or make any money from this story
8
Note: Explicit sexual content ahead. You have been warned.
xxx
Ailsa pushed up the bottom of his mask just a little bit, only enough to reveal his mouth. She brushed her thumb across it, her eyes dark with the obvious. She moved in for the kill boldly. Michael's lips were rough and they tasted like blood. Alias kept her hands on his shoulders and he didn't touch her at all. After a few minutes, she took his hand and put it on her chest. "Can you feel that?" He nodded. "That's my heart." His palm grazed her breast.
"What's going on?"
Emma was awake and watching them. Revulsion than fear crossed her face. Ailsa took the knife from her bag and waved it in Emma's face. The other woman hopped off the couch and ran to Michael. "Michael. Stop her. Please," she begged him. He surprised her by grabbing her by the hair and pulling it back to reveal the smooth, pale skin of her throat. "Why are you doing this?" Michael just grunted and offered her neck to Ailsa, who just giggled and began to play with her knife. "Please don't. Why are you doing this?"
"Why not?"
Ailsa plunged the knife into Emma's stomach. Then, into her breast. Just as Emma began to cry real tears, Ailsa cut her throat. Warm blood sprayed across the room. It hit the hall and Ailsa's face. A bit got on Michael as well. He let the body drop and she hit the floor with a hollow thump. Her head bounced once and she began to make noises until Ailsa got fed up and kicked her until she finally stopped.
Michael kicked the body aside and went to Ailsa, who was wiping blood out of her eyes. He grabbed her again and began to touch her. Her arms, legs, neck and thighs. His fingers ghosted up her thighs and she waited for the other kind of touch, the former bad touch. When his hands found her breasts, she bit her lip and threw her head back. She took one hand and guided back down, past her stomach, to her most sacred place.
"Please," she whispered, mocking the dead woman by them. When nothing happened, it occurred to her that he didn't know. He had spent the years people learned these things locked away. She would have to teach him. "Do you know?" He shook his head. "Do you want to learn?" He nodded and she guided a finger inside her. She gasped and he took it out. "No, no, that was good." A second finger joined the first and Ailsa drew in her breath sharply. Michael began to explore her insides. When she reached her peak, she began to make noises that sounded like someone in their death throes. Her body bucked, her back arching and twisting. She fell to a heap onto the floor, breathing hard. Michael knelt before her, his head titled.
Michael thought she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He began to smear blood all around her thighs. Ailsa lay still until they were face to face. She kissed him until she couldn't breathe. Her hands tugged at his pants, and her hand found his erection. When she began to stroke him, he bit her shoulder until she drew blood. A bit after that, Ailsa guided him inside her.
And thus, a most unholy union was sealed.
Xxx
Note 2: The end is almost near. One more chapter left.
xxx
Ailsa pushed up the bottom of his mask just a little bit, only enough to reveal his mouth. She brushed her thumb across it, her eyes dark with the obvious. She moved in for the kill boldly. Michael's lips were rough and they tasted like blood. Alias kept her hands on his shoulders and he didn't touch her at all. After a few minutes, she took his hand and put it on her chest. "Can you feel that?" He nodded. "That's my heart." His palm grazed her breast.
"What's going on?"
Emma was awake and watching them. Revulsion than fear crossed her face. Ailsa took the knife from her bag and waved it in Emma's face. The other woman hopped off the couch and ran to Michael. "Michael. Stop her. Please," she begged him. He surprised her by grabbing her by the hair and pulling it back to reveal the smooth, pale skin of her throat. "Why are you doing this?" Michael just grunted and offered her neck to Ailsa, who just giggled and began to play with her knife. "Please don't. Why are you doing this?"
"Why not?"
Ailsa plunged the knife into Emma's stomach. Then, into her breast. Just as Emma began to cry real tears, Ailsa cut her throat. Warm blood sprayed across the room. It hit the hall and Ailsa's face. A bit got on Michael as well. He let the body drop and she hit the floor with a hollow thump. Her head bounced once and she began to make noises until Ailsa got fed up and kicked her until she finally stopped.
Michael kicked the body aside and went to Ailsa, who was wiping blood out of her eyes. He grabbed her again and began to touch her. Her arms, legs, neck and thighs. His fingers ghosted up her thighs and she waited for the other kind of touch, the former bad touch. When his hands found her breasts, she bit her lip and threw her head back. She took one hand and guided back down, past her stomach, to her most sacred place.
"Please," she whispered, mocking the dead woman by them. When nothing happened, it occurred to her that he didn't know. He had spent the years people learned these things locked away. She would have to teach him. "Do you know?" He shook his head. "Do you want to learn?" He nodded and she guided a finger inside her. She gasped and he took it out. "No, no, that was good." A second finger joined the first and Ailsa drew in her breath sharply. Michael began to explore her insides. When she reached her peak, she began to make noises that sounded like someone in their death throes. Her body bucked, her back arching and twisting. She fell to a heap onto the floor, breathing hard. Michael knelt before her, his head titled.
Michael thought she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He began to smear blood all around her thighs. Ailsa lay still until they were face to face. She kissed him until she couldn't breathe. Her hands tugged at his pants, and her hand found his erection. When she began to stroke him, he bit her shoulder until she drew blood. A bit after that, Ailsa guided him inside her.
And thus, a most unholy union was sealed.
Xxx
Note 2: The end is almost near. One more chapter left.