Le Petite Mort- The Little Death

Note: Jason sex! Not the best lemon I have ever written, but it shall suffice he he x I'm going to hell for this...

Jason dimly heard his female screaming, but he was too engulfed in ecstasy to care. Just a moment ago he had run his cold hand up the girl’s thigh and then pushed his solid cock inside her with a single, powerful thrust. Instantly his whole body had been consumed with almost unbearable pleasure.

The girl was tightened around him, her moist heat clamping down so hard Jason nearly came. His head was spinning, screaming for more friction, to go deeper inside his plaything until he could take it no longer.

He had never known such an intense indulgence possibly existed. If he had, Jason would have taken this female from the very first moment he had seen her in the woods. He would have screwed her hard against a tree, ignoring every word his mother uttered in his bid to gratify his needs. But he had instead bided his time and was now being rewarded with this tight, dripping perfection with which to slake his lust. Often he had seen teenagers in the throes of orgasm and thought them dirty. But now Jason wanted to experience their pleasure and to truly understand the motives behind their wickedness.

Jason’s mind was spiralling into thoughtless hunger. He thought only of himself and the wailing creature trapped beneath him.

His cock quivered a few inches inside his female’s virgin sex, aching to have more of what she had to offer him. How could he possibly resist?

So, controlled by his sexual starvation, Jason started to thrust into the weak female in a skill-less yet powerful rhythm.

Burning heat so good can’t stop need more of it. Deeper, harder, yes… stop screaming, little girl. You deserve this. You’re bad. You wanted me. So I’m here. Inside you, touching you, soft, hot, wet-

The female, he noticed, now had water streaming from her pretty, dark eyes.

Tears, Jason thought. She’s crying.

She was also shouting hysterically and incoherently. Every word was a jumbled, senseless shriek. However, Jason vaguely understood that she was frightened and anguished but this simply aroused him even more. He didn’t care about her feelings; there were unimportant. Besides, his mother had wanted the girl to be in pain- and now she was. It was all she deserved, anyway. Agony and misery.

Half-naked little whore.

Jason’s hands gripped her fragile hips brutally, pulling the girl in closer to him. Unfortunately Jason had forgotten quite how strong how strong he was. He squeezed just a little tighter and suddenly he heard a loud crack from the girl’s pelvis. She screamed out and cried harder, beating her tiny fists against Jason’s hockey-mask. One clumsy punch knocked it slightly askew. Without pausing in his rough thrusting Jason swatted at his female’s head warningly, not meaning to connect with anything. However, he accidentally backhanded her face and hit her directly in the eye.

Even within his whirlwind of blissful rapture Jason felt uncomfortable upon seeing the little female lift one trembling hand to her eye. Tears dribbled from beneath her rapidly swelling lid.

She, unlike him, was getting no pleasure from this bestial sex.

This perplexed Jason because he knew she’d liked it when he touched her with his hand. Perhaps he was being too rough with her. He glanced down at his member. Every inch of it was pulsing with arousal and euphoria, aching to release.

Jason couldn’t see how it was possible to dislike these feelings. For him, the roughness and pure brutality of his assault on this girl’s sex was a turn-on. Gentleness did not come naturally to him. Besides, this was a punishment. He shouldn’t care whether or not the foul-mouthed slut felt good. But what had his mother had said?

“She’s yours to play with. And to punish, ofcourse, but be gentle so you don’t harm your-”

Your female? Yes. Sounds right.

Maybe, Jason mused, his mother wanted him to be careful- not to fully break her.

In that case his female could be kept to use again and again whenever he liked. That idea appealed to Jason. He figured that if the first time was this good, then the next would be even better, and the next…

Jason felt the beginnings of his first orgasm rise in his loins at the mere thought of the ecstasies he could experience through this tiny creature, and knew he must soften his thrusts if he really wanted these pleasures to become reality.

Reluctantly Jason paused in his aggressive movements to adjust his speed and the strength behind each thrust. His cock throbbed in protest, but soon it eased again as he pushed it back inside the girl’s entrance. Then gently, gingerly, Jason began to make love to her almost like a normal man would.

Almost.

* * *

Jomo was lying very still and breathing shallowly. Ever since Jason’s hand had made contact with her eye-socket she had been spread eagled in silent defeat beneath the huge man, one hand draped over her throbbing lid in an effort to ease the painful throbbing. She knew it would bruise into a spectacular black eye in the morning. But she didn’t care any more. The fight had been beaten out of her, evaporated with the last of her happiness.

Despite her low mood Jomo didn’t blame Jason for the agony gripping her abdomen. It was obvious he had never had sex before; he was as much a virgin as she was. He couldn’t help being so violent and careless, nor could he be blamed for the colossal size of his manhood.

Yet somewhere deep inside Jomo she resented him for all of these things, despite the fact she had seduced Jason into this in the first place.

Her throat was sore from screaming now. Every breath irritated the tender skin inside it. Jomo thought of how she had shrieked at Jason in a mixture of English and Mandarin, and how he had simply looked down at her with a look that seemed part lust and part confusion. She also thought of how she had punched him in the face, knocking his grubby mask slightly to the side. Perhaps she had deserved to be slapped and fucked brutally. Jomo no longer cared. She didn’t give a shit about anything but the pain consuming her body, and the ancient tears in her eyes. Tears she had been holding back for months on end. They had fallen, and now they were gone, nothing more than salty shadows on her skin.

Now, as she stopped thinking her miserable thoughts, Jomo noticed Jason had stopped moving. She moved her hand away from her sore eye and stared at him. She knew for certain he hadn’t finished, so why was he still? Perhaps he was bored with her…

Jomo wriggled her torso, ignoring the sharp pain in her hip, and tried to loosen herself from him. Jason’s left hand immediately pushed against her stomach, keeping her still. A few more seconds passed with no further movement from him. Jomo relaxed slightly. She knew that her tenseness would only aggravate the burning sensation in her crotch further. The burning was fading slowly into numbness anyway.

“Jason?” Jomo prompted, brow furrowed in puzzlement.

Jason’s eye flickered. The hand on Jomo’s stomach went to her face, fingertips brushing her eye almost apologetically. Jomo found herself tilting her face towards his palm. She hated herself for her weakness, but she craved any contact that didn’t bring pain. It didn’t matter who gave it to her, killer or not. All that counted was the softness of his touch, so different in contrast to his past brutality.

So Jomo was almost eager when Jason started to make love to her. She instantly felt something the pain ebb away into arousal. The sensation of Jason’s cock sliding in and out of her was no longer unpleasant. It thrilled and excited her. Every time it touched her inner-walls it hit a certain spot that tingled erotically.

Intent on keeping hold of this feeling and making it last, Jomo closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around Jason’s waist. She felt his body grow rigid with shock.

If I go along with this and loosen up it won’t hurt anymore. I might even enjoy it, sick as that would be. But this isn’t rape. He’s trying to be gentle. He’s not going to kill me, not if I play along with him... God, he’s so big… yes… I’ll let him dominate me… let him take me… MAKE him…

Jomo curved her hips up to meet Jason’s, forcing him further inside her. She clenched tightly around him, welcoming him. Jason seemed to like this. He didn’t have to thrust quite so hard to go deep, making things easier for him. Jomo’s hands travelled up the inside of his shirt, touching his solid chest. She traced the scars and the cool skin hesitantly, occasionally planting a kiss here and there with tentative lips. Jason made a rumbling sound in the back of his throat, so deep it was barely audible. But Jomo heard it and smiled.

Seductively she licked her lips and moved them up to Jason’s ear. She allowed her hot breath to gust against his neck before releasing a little moan.

One little moan was all it took to drive Jason wild.

So rapidly his arms were a blur, Jason tore Jomo’s top and bra away so that they were lying skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest. Their contact sent sparks spinning through Jomo’s nerves. Her breasts were crushed against his hardened muscles, which brought a flush to her cheeks, but there was no time to feel embarrassed. Jason seemed to have abandoned his attempt at gentleness and was once again slamming into her with shocking violence. This time, however, Jomo’s screams were of pleasure, not pain.

A pressure was building inside her, churning intensely. She threw her arms around Jason’s neck and growled at him through gritted teeth.

“Harder, you stupid fuck. You’re not even trying.”

Jason obeyed, grimly aggressive as he thrust into her over and over. Jomo’s lips formed a silent ‘O’ of ecstasy as finally she shared in Jason’s delight. Every thought in her head clashed into one groan of desire, basic and primal. In that moment she wasn’t human any longer. She was something else, a creature controlled by the need to mate. Like some forest beast Jomo yelped and moaned, tossing her head from side to side as she ground herself into Jason’s body. She breathed in the intoxicating scent of his dirty jacket, blood and soil and death and sex, and relished it.

Yes…

One word, uttered again and again in a rising climatic shriek, rose from Jomo’s sore throat. Jason clung to her body, thrusting into her with frantic need as both of them grew closer and closer to orgasm.

Then suddenly Jomo felt something explode inside her, a pleasure so deep and beautiful it rendered her into a shaking, screaming animal. Her voice echoed around the cabin, perfect in its ecstasy as she came. Jomo couldn’t describe the feeling if you’d paid her. All she knew was that it was so powerful it exhausted her, peeling away all the energy left in her body.

After her screams had dwindled away into nothing Jomo collapsed against the table, breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. Through hooded eyes she peeked up at Jason with a lazy grin on her face.

The last thing she saw before unconsciousness claimed her was Jason’s head tilting to the left and his eye blinking slowly in a kind of pride.

Clever boy, Jason.

* * *

Jason came shortly after the female did.

He liked the strangeness of her reaction to him. She had responded to his new approach and had enjoyed her punishment. Jason thought it slightly odd, but he found the sounds and movements the girl made arousing. He had fucked her for a few moments more before he could take the pressure building down below no more. The clenching in his groin stopped and he released his seed inside the girl with one final jerk.

He closed his eye, enjoying the sensation of his climax completely. Unlike the girl he wasn’t exhausted by his orgasm. He was simply basking in the after-glow.

It took a short while for him to rouse himself. When he did, he got down from the sturdy table and retrieved his machete. That done, Jason walked somewhat unsteadily to the door of his cabin and gazed into the dark world outside. It was so late now that it was nearly early, with a few birds calling and the hint of sunlight creeping up from behind the clouds.

It was time for Jason to hunt down the remaining intruders, but before he left he shut the door behind him and rolled a heavy log across the front of it.

His brave little female could not be allowed to escape and distract him from his killing this time. She must stay where she was, safely trapped within his cabin where she couldn’t misbehave.

Jason wondered if, now that she had lain with him, she might not be so bad anymore. She might become something quite different.

He nodded to himself slowly, thinking two words he had never heard together before now.

Good girl.