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“No.” You declined promptly.
“Do I have to beg on my hands and knees, baby?”
“Don’t bother, I’m still not gonna do it.”
A despondent sigh, “How cruel of you to deny your boyfriend just one simple, tiny request.”
You scoffed at his acting, “You’re missing the big picture. What if you actually die?”
“I won’t.” He insisted, slithering against you like a snake keen on wrapping around its prey. “Though I am happy that you’re at least worried about my death.”
Tamsy Caines was quite open about his interests.
While you were in the kitchen chopping up some meat for the crew’s dinner, your boyfriend ambushed you with a silent hug from behind. For the first few minutes, he was his usual nonchalant self, then over time, he turned into his lovey-dovey self. After a few kisses to your neck, Tamsy’s mask slipped, and his hands trailed lower and lower down your body.
“Seeing your hands all bloodied… it gets me so hard.” He breathed out, emphasizing his claim with a not-so-subtle grind on your ass. “If you love me, you’d grant my wish.”
“I already said no, Tamsy.” You fired back and turned around, narrowing your gaze to the piercing below his pout. You looked back at his eyes, “We’ve already done a handful of your crazed fantasies, but this is going too far.”
“But, baby…” He crooned, hypnotizing you with his smooth voice. “Please? For me? I won’t ask for anything else.”
“It’ll be a waste of the spell.”
“C’mon, I know you’ve been wanting to see Remlin’s spell in action.”
Tamsy read you quite easily. It was true, you did want to know the effects of the second life spell he received all the way back when he visited Canvas Town. Still, his request…
“I want to bleed out while you ride me to death.”
You were enamoured by how he could utter such vile words with his enchanting voice.
You grumbled, “If only your team could see how deranged you are.”
Tamsy cornered you, his hand caressing your cheek thoughtfully. It was hard to ignore the slight twitch of your cunt when he lowered himself to your ear and whispered hotly, “Well, it’s a good thing the others don’t know how much you drive me crazy. So much so that I’m asking you to take my life.”
“Try to seduce me for all I care, I am not killing the man I love.”
“You love me, baby?” Tamsy sang; his toothy smile was on full display. “Then, fulfill my wish and bring that kitchen knife to our bedroom.”
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“Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes!”
Tamsy had been spouting the same thing ever since you mounted him.
“Fuck…! I want you to ride me harder…!”
You obliged. Because why? You loved him?
Would a person who loved their boyfriend be willing to do something as outrageous as this?
“Oooh, this pussy might actually be the death of me…!” Tamsy babbled out, like he had no manners. Still, he looked handsome being fucked into the bed. His blond hair was tied in its usual style, but loose strands fell across his face. His eyes glistened with pleasure, those full lashes of his sprinkled with dazed tears. Even his lips were slightly swollen from all the intense kissing from earlier.
You raised your hips and slammed down on Tamsy, making him cry out in a pathetic moan once more. Feeling his stiff cock pound its way deeper and deeper with each descent was driving you crazy as well.
His hands were groping on you anywhere he could. He managed to reach up and grab your tits, fondling your perky nipples with his slender fingers and pinching them with just enough force to make you mewl. Eventually, he slid his hands over your torso, over the soft part of your belly, to feel himself rearranging your guts.
Then, his right hand slipped further down, rotated upside down, and slotted his thumb snuggly against your puffy clit.
“Fuck, Tamsy…”
“I know you love it, baby. Keep going.” He smiled with all his charm, the devilish look in his eyes shot another wave of pleasure to your stuffed pussy. “Keep going.”
You tried to ignore the crinkling sound of the tarp beneath him. Both of you agreed not to make too much of a mess, especially on your shared bed. Now you were thinking, perhaps you should have hung tarps on the surrounding walls too?
Whatever, not like you would want to dismount Tamsy to set up protection for the wallpaper, anyway.
You caught Tamsy by surprise when you placed a strand of hair behind your ear, leaned down until his shaft pulled out up to the head of his cock, and planted your soft lips against him. He was obviously over the moon.
Fuck, you swore he got even harder when you shoved your tongue against his.
Tamsy had always been skilled with his tongue, so you found it challenging to even make way into his mouth. As always, Tamsy’s wicked tongue had slipped past your lips and flicked against your soft palate. Every suckle could be heard echoing in the room.
You kissed him- or he kissed you- for a while until you pulled back from him, rolling your hips on top of his to get his cock back buried inside you. Tamsy let out a long groan. It was absolutely delicious, feeling him twitch as he sank back in.
Tamsy tried to bring his hands to your waist, but you took his wrists and pinned them back to the bed. You were in a frenzy now. You leaned over and kissed his neck, down the many scars highlighting his body, and bit the section of muscle that connected his neck to his shoulder. Tamsy grunted at your sharp bite.
Lower, lower, kissing past his collarbone, you settled your face against his chest. You pressed your lips to his heart, loving the way it beat faster and faster when you pulled out the kitchen knife from behind a pillow.
“Yes… fuck, yes… oh…!” Tamsy grunted, his balls tensed against your fluttering cunt as you continued to fuck yourself on him. “I knew you’d do this for me.”
Returning back to your regular position, you steadied your strokes and flashed the knife in front of him. Tamsy watched eagerly when you kissed the blade with your swollen lips.
Then, you held the knife against his throat.
Unbelievably, his cock got even harder.
“This shit might actually make me cum…” Tamsy lolled out. He was biting down hard on his lip, his piercing shining quite nicely in this lighting.
Still, without mercy, you rode him faster and harder. The sound of your ass slapping against his thighs grew louder when you pressed the blade deeper. You too had to fight the ecstasy that fogged your brain; you had never felt Tamsy fuck you so deeply before.
“Any last words, Tamsy?”
“You’re so fuckin’ hot. So perfect for me. I fuckin’ love you.” Tamsy was spiralling in his high, his canine teeth flashing in his wolfish smile. “I love you. I love you. I love you, I love you. Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouloveyouloveyou…”
Tamsy rambled on like a broken toy.
But then again, you didn’t mind those being his last words.
Hearing his airy moans, he was strokes away from his climax. Maybe a few more pumps, or slams, or clenching squeezes, Tamsy was going to bust his load-
So, you slit his throat open.
Blood jetted from his neck, and Tamsy stared back at you with wide eyes, gasping and moaning and instinctively panicking.
You were moaning too, running your hands down Tamsy’s torso and bringing your stained palms up your abdomen. Balancing the knife in your grasp, you groped your tits, his blood making a slick mess on your skin. You weren’t ashamed to admit that the hot, slippery blood and sweat made your nipples hard.
Tamsy’s thumb was still flat on your clit, stuttering while drawing circles. It seemed like, with the last bit of his strength, he was still trying to get you off.
That’s why you love him.
You came hard, crying out loudly as your cunt spasmed with every squirt.
The faint dizzy spell hit him first, and Tamsy started to choke. His pale eyes were now razor sharp, staring at how you fucked yourself on him and how you writhed in pure pleasure. You gazed back at your dying boyfriend. Was he mad? Was he scared? Was he regretting requesting such a thing?
He was obviously torn, given the way his other hand grasped your ass cheek for dear life.
“Ghk… ffghh… uhck…” Tamsy’s words were indiscernible, too garbled to even comprehend.
But eventually, he started to cum uncontrollably.
And it made you smile. He was getting just what he wished for.
Tamsy’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his moans gurgling from the blood flooding his mouth. You felt his cum shoot and paint your insides, easily filling your cunt, maybe even your womb.
He clawed his nails on your ass, but you still continued to roll your hips, milking him for all that he was worth.
Until his spurts slowed to a pause. His twitching ceased. His blood trickled down the clean slit on his neck.
You saw the light fade from his eyes. His last breath left his parted lips.
You felt his heart stop beating.
Tamsy died, just how he wanted. Killed by his equally twisted girlfriend, with his cock buried deep inside, your tits slathered in his blood, and your smile being the last thing he saw.
But miraculously, his cock was still completely erect.
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The second life spell kicked in.
Tamsy was brought back to life. He inhaled sharply, air filling his lungs. He felt his heart kick-start again. Next, his eyes regained focus on your distinct figure; your naked body slathered with his blood, your innocent smile, the kitchen knife in your hand.
You welcomed him back with gentle rolls of your hips.
And he had never orgasmed this hard before in his life- well, in neither his old life nor new.
It was unreal. Tamsy felt the intoxicating pleasure shoot through his body, up and down his spine, deep in his balls, at the tips of his curled toes, pulsing in his neck.
“Th… Thank you…” He managed to sputter out those words with all the blood in his mouth.
He filled you up completely, rutting his hips up the bed until his cum leaked out from every thrust.
Tamsy began to slur like he was drunk, “Feels… so fuckin’ good… goddamn…”
You tilted your head, your hair falling perfectly over your face, “Oh… I must have broken my boyfriend. Oops…”
“F-Fuck…” For a moment, he thought he’d never stop cumming. The sheer amount of cum leaking out of your cunt proved more impressive than absurd. Tamsy never would have experienced such a heavenly sensation if you hadn’t granted his wish.
And to that, he was grateful.
“Thank you, baby…” He croaked out.
Covered in blood and cum, Tamsy was back to moaning blissfully. You could see it in his eyes; he was hooked. Perhaps it was the start of an addiction.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou.”
“Fucking freak…” You scolded him, endearingly, of course.
As his high subsided, his eyes narrowed into contented slits, “You love me…”
He was being smug. You were going to play his game, “Oh, babe, you love me. Even after I completely destroyed you.” You spat on his face, to which Tamsy only smiled dumbly.
You yelped a bit. Tamsy suddenly had a burst of energy despite being a dead man a few minutes ago.
His hand shot to your neck, and he flipped you onto your back, pinning you against the bed. From how close his face was to yours, he was almost threatening to lick a selfish stripe over your cheek.
“Fuck yeah, baby, let’s do that again. This time, I want you to gouge out my heart.”
“You’ll die for real if we do that again.”