Posted by Kimnikki on November 29, 2001 at 04:58:43:
Blissblade: conclussion:
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Lisa opened her eyes wide, gasping air back in as I smiled up at her, both of us surprised and delighted at her climax. She looked down at her body, and again trembled with fear as she saw the thin red line on her belly and the growing droplet of blood on her hood. This I bent down to kiss, and she hissed and grabbed my hair as I licked the blood from her flesh.
I carefully reached down and got out a third hunting blade, hidden from either woman's view. I lowered my lips and took the fully exposed and rock hard clit between my lips, licking and sucking. Her hands tangled in my hair even harder and I could feel Vicky's moving over her stomach, just above my head.
I carefully slipped the blade between us, and then placed the point between her lips, sliding it slowly up into her without so much as nicking her tender flesh. She gave a soft scream as the icy metal moved inside her and she reached down to stop me, but my head was blocking the way. I continued to suck and nibble on her clit, even as I carefully buried all 8 inches of the blade inside her warm pussy. It was only then that I pulled away from her, and allowed her to see the pommel protruding from between her legs.
Her eyes were a mix of fear and thrilled pleasure at the startling feel of the metal inside her. She reached down to touch it but I stopped her hands. "No my lovely ... do not touch ... do not even move ... for its kiss is a sharp one ... and you do not want to kiss so deeply ... at least not yet."
She looked up at me, her eyes a near perfect mix of alarm and delight.
"Do not move my beauty ... not so much as an inch," I whispered as I once more lowered my lips and began to lick and suck on her clit again. She moaned in joy but held still as a statue, her muscles vibrating as she tried to hold still. Understanding what I was up to, Vicky began to lick and kiss all along her lover's neck while once again delightfully torturing her breasts.
This was something I had done many times before, and knew just how wild it could drive a woman. The pleasure was intense, made all the more so by the stimulus of fear ... yet if she moved or arched her body, the blade within could well cut her badly. Her hands grabbed handfuls of my hair and nearly pulled it out by the roots as she cried and moaned out her pleasure ... yet she held herself still as a rock.
Back in my youth, this is how half the young girls of my village lost their virginity ... not to my cock, but to one of my blades. Many since have also lost their maidenhead in this manor. The razor edge of my blades, cutting clean, can be far kinder and less painful than the rough intrusion of so blunt an instrument as a penis. But Lisa was not a virgin, and the blade rested cleanly and bloodlessly within her, the heat of her passion warming the metal.
I began to withdraw the blade, sliding it very slowly from within in, letting her torment continue. Then, as the blade came clear, I made a nick to her right labia major while giving a soft bite to her clit. She screamed at this double assault, but bucked up hard into my face, now finally free to move.
I released her clit, and held the blade up before her eyes as I licked it clean. She lay panting, Vicky still kissing and caressing her all over, her eyes locked to mine. I felt my own heart leap at the fear and joy I saw there, and my prick became even harder in my britches. Her hair was plastered to her face with sweat, and her body shone with perspiration. Vicky too was covered in sweat, her breath panting in and out as she watched the spectacle unfold.
To that point, I had done nothing I had not done a 100 times before ... including the nicks and scratches. If this were to continue as before there would be many more tiny little pricks and cuts ... but something inside told me that now it was time to move further.
I reached down and retrieved a 4th blade, this one a smaller version of my hunting knifes, though the edge was just as sharp. Her eyes followed the steel as I slid it up her body until it rested just below the nipple of her right breast. Vicky moved her hands down to her lover's mound, her fingers working gently yet deliberately, her head resting on Lisa's shoulder looking down over her body so she too could see the blade.
I carefully pressed the edge of the blade against her breast, putting more and more pressure on it, watching the flesh fold and try to accommodate the strain. Lisa bit her bottom lip as the edge pressed harder and harder and then she gave a short loud cry as the pressure became too much and the edge cut into her flesh. This time I did not release the pressure, but continued as I pulled the blade across, cutting a deep bleeding gash into her breast.
I can still feel what it felt like to make that very first deep cut ... the way her flesh parted, the tug along the blade as it resisted and then accepted my steel. The first hot drops that splashed to my fingers and the lovely vibration through the blade as it cleared her body. And her scream .... the scream was so sweet.
She cried loud and long ... a squeal of pain from between clenched teeth. I also heard a deep rattling moan come from Vicky as her lover arched and bucked against her. The cry cut off, and she gasped, panting air in and out looking down on the deep gash to her breast and the blood that ran down her body.
"Oh God," she moaned, her fingers touching the blood on her skin, then moving up to her lips so she could taste her own life fluids. Her eyes flew to mine, a wild look on her face, then she reached up, grabbed my hair and pulled me down for a long passionate kiss.
When she released me I found Vicky's hands were rubbing the hot blood and were playing with the nipple of the damaged breast. Lisa hissed in pain, but she reached behind her back and I heard Vicky cry out as Lisa's hands reached between her legs and started pinching and stroking.
My own heart was pounding as I reached for another blade, one of my long slim stilettos as I bent down and buried my face between her legs again. I licked and sucked and nibbled, losing myself in the taste of her pleasure and the tang of her fear ... it was so very good. She arched and moaned, her belly going taunt as she did, as I had hoped.
I did not hesitate or tease her with it ... I placed the needle sharp tip in the soft pit of her bellybutton and gave one quick sharp push, the tip going an inch into her body. She gave a short cry, but held her body in that tight arch. I looked up from her between her legs, looking past my blade to find her looking down at the blade. My eyes lock to hers across the blade, my lips still licking and kissing, I pushed the blade deep into her tummy, burying it to the hilt in the beautiful soft flesh.
This time she truly screamed, throwing back her head against her lover and shrieking. Vicky also screamed as Lisa's fingers clamped hard on her flesh. I moaned in pure pleasure as I felt the flesh part and slide around my knife and her pussy clamp and quiver under my tongue. There was a sudden burst of warmth and I moaned against her flesh as I felt her second orgasm ripple through her body, matching and joining with her pain.
Her scream rose and fell, turning into a series of small grunts as she feel back against Vicky, who's head fell against Lisa's shoulder as she was finally released, gasping air in and out.
I released the pommel and left the blade embedded in her flesh. All three of us sat panting for a moment, looking at the beautiful/awful sight of the blade sticking straight out Lisa's belly. Blood began to well up around the blade, pooling in her bellybutton and then spilling down her body to drip between her legs.
She reached down, her fingers just barely brushing the blade, wincing as it moved slightly, then her fingers played in the pool of thick blood. She held her fingers up before us all, then turned her head to Vicky and placed her fingers against her lovers' lips. Vicky moaned deep her throat as she opened her mouth and sucked the blood from the fingers.
I stood frozen for several moments, captured by the site of Lisa continuing to run her fingers in her own blood and then bringing it up for Vicky to suck.
Lisa's breathing slowly returned to a more normal pace, the sight of the blade bobbing in her tummy with each pant almost as hypnotic as Vicky's blood lust. Lisa was trembling violently now, though I doubt if even she knew which was stronger ... passion or fear. Her eyes shinning with tears, she looked me in the face again.
"More," she whispered.
I bent down, pulling her head up and kissing her hard as I placed my hand around the pommel and then withdrew it a few inches, pushing it home again as I felt her shake and a cry pressed against my lips. I pulled it in and out several times, until her head had fallen back against Vicky and she was grunting with each thrust of the blade.
I pulled the blade free, and watched as a blood began to rapidly pool and spill down her body.
"Look at it," Lisa whispered, her hand sliding once more behind her to touch Vicky. "Oh God it's so hot ... so hot on my skin ... oh it hurts ... hurts so much ..." I almost faltered at those words, but then, as she turned her face and began hotly kissing Vicky again, she whispered again.
"More ... please ... give me more .... "
I took another of my hunting blades as Vicky's fingers moved down to Lisa's pussy again, her fingers dancing and thrusting in the soft folds. I bent down to kiss Vicky this time, whispering in her ear.
"Yessss ... keep pleasuring her ... feel how her pussy reacts to the blades ... feel her pain and pleasure ..." I hissed, then kissed her hard again, tasting the blood on her lips, no longer surprised by how passionately she returned my kiss.
I moved the blade down Lisa's body, this time making several shallow cuts as I moved it from between her breast, down her belly to her mound. She gave soft cries, arching and trembling, panting as I took her pain and fear and excitement higher and higher. I placed the tip against her mound and just as I saw Vicky thrust 2 fingers deep inside her I pushed the blade into Lisa's mound, the blade going deep inside and puncturing her pussy.
She screamed and once more arched, a hard tight arch that caused a small spurt of blood to spray from the earlier wound in her bellybutton. Vicky kept thrusting her fingers in and out of her lover ... fingers that were soon covered in blood as well as Lisa's honey. Vicky fell back against the wall, though her fingers never stopped their thrusting, and she gave a long powerful moan as the feel of the blood and Lisa's shuddering and convulsing pussy triggered her own orgasm.
Lisa fell back, her screamed fading in a long low moan that could only be pleasure. She shook and humped 4 or 5 times, then lay back against her lover.
Her eyes still closed, her head lying back against Vicky, she once again whispered to me.
"More ... please ... oh God it's beautiful ... please ... make it hurt ... give me more ... "
I knew that I would have to quicken the pace now ... for she was losing a good deal of blood, and she must be aware ... must feel the very moment of her death. I pulled the blade from her mound, and moved it up her body, trailing it along the curve of her ribs. I placed the tip of it between her 4th & 5th rib, high on her right side.
With a sudden inspiration I reached down between us and took one of Vicky's hands, still busy between her lovers' legs, and brought it up to the where I was holding the blade. I carefully wrapped her fingers around the hilt, and then placed mine over hers. Her eyes flew to mine, a terrible/beautiful mix of desire and horror in them.
Lisa held herself almost totally still, her hips pushing a bit against Vicky's other hand, and her fingers doing the same to Vicky. She relaxed her entire body, laying fully back against Vicky, turning her face to kiss her gently.
"Oh yes," she gasped, "oh yes ... please my love ... your hand ... please do it with him ... "
That was all the encouragement Vicky needed, and with my hand guiding her, she slipped the blade between her lovers' ribs and deep into her right lung. Both women screamed, Vicky in darkling pleasure and Lisa in a paroxysm of pain and pleasure. Lisa cut off her scream and turned her head to kiss Vicky hard ... a long lingering welding of their lips.
When they separated both of their lips were stained with blood, and a small trickle of it escaped Lisa's lips to spill down her chin. Vicky gave a deep moan and licked it away and then at the corner of Lisa's mouth, kissing and licking the blood that welled up. While they shared the lingering kiss, their fingers again playing in each other's wetness, I gently slipped the blade out, watching as more blood ran down to stain both bodies.
I lay the blade down on the bed, kissing both woman, my hands roaming over both bodes, knowing I had to give Lisa a moment to gain a bit of strength or the next might make her faint ... and that would have been a tragedy. She must feel her death ... which was fast approaching.
My cock was straining in my britches, desperate for release, though I was sure that it's release or restraint would make little difference to their pleasure. But Lisa reached down for the blade that remained on the bed and with a single quick cut she sliced my belt and let my britches fall to the floor. My hardened flesh sprang forth, making me gasp in relief.
Lisa dropped the blade, and took my cock in a badly trembling hand. The fear was gone from her eyes now, though tears were threatening to overflow and spill down her cheeks. She trembled from the extremity of what she was experiencing and a steadily growing weakness. She stroked my cock gently, looking up into my eyes.
"More ... I want more ... ", she gasped, a rivulet of blood spilling down her chin.
I reach down and took yet another blade ... the second to last I had brought. This one was short, only 3 inches long, but the blade was razor sharp on both sides. I placed my hands between her legs and spread them wide, placing the tip of my cock between her soaked, bleeding lips.
It was my turn to cry out as I slipped deep inside her, nearly cumming instantly from the slicked feel of hot blood and her fluids as her quivering flesh wrapped tightly around my own. I groaned long and loud, and bent forward against her body, my skin instantly covered in her blood. I took firm control of myself, and forced back the orgasm that nearly overwhelmed me. Nothing had ever felt so damn good.
Lisa's entire body shuddered and her legs came up to weakly circle my hips. Vicky tangled her hands in my hair and pulled me in for a long shuddering kiss as Lisa once more started pinching and playing between her legs.
I arched back, keeping us pressed together as I took the blade and placed it just to the left of the wound in her belly. I pulled slightly out, and then as I pushed forward, I also pushed the blade to the hilt in her tummy. Lisa gave sharp high cry, and then another as I pulled my cock and the blade out of her. I thrust forward again, once more burying the blade in her stomach, but in another spot.
I moaned with her as her pussy trembled and shook and shuddered around my cock ... her wet fluids and hot blood soaking our legs as I began to move in and out, slowly thrusting harder and harder, though keeping the same pace. For every six or seven thrusts of my cock, I would give another thrust of the blade.
Vicky reached down, her eyes wide, her lips and body covered in her lovers' blood, and began to tweak and pinch Lisa's clit, matching each hard pinch to a thrust of my blade.
Lisa went mad.
The pain and the pleasure ripped thought her body, banishing her weakness. Her legs clamped around my hips like a vice, and from Vicky's reaction she began to claw and pinch and savagely thrust her fingers into her lover's pussy. With each thrust of my cock she would groan ... with each trust of the knife she screamed.
"yes... yes ... yes .... YES .... YES ... OH GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSS ARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!" she howled in ecstasy, tears spilling down her face as orgasm after ripping orgasm blazed through her.
I gave one last savage ram into her ... pressing myself hard up against her body, but keeping the blade out of her, fighting off my orgasm, holding it until the very last. All three of us were soaked in blood and sweat and the two women's fluids. I grabbed Lisa's head and stopped her shrieks with a long hot kiss, licking the blood that still pooled in her mouth. Her shakes and shudders slowly grew less intense and her legs fell away from my hips, her hands falling to her sides.
Vicky pulled my head away, and turned her head to kiss her dying lover with a heart breaking tenderness. For the first time since we began, she spoke.
"I love you Lisa ... I always have ... I always will ... you are so very beautiful ... " she whispered, kissing her lover gently, licking the blood and tears from her face. Her fingers continued a slow gently stimulation of Lisa's clit.
Lisa raised a trembling hand to the side of Vicky's face, and returned the kiss.
"Oh my love ... oh thank you ... gasp ... this was ... oh love ... I can't ... gasp ... no words for it ... oh God I love you ... " she breathed.
Then she turned her face to me, and our eyes met one last time. She didn't need to speak ... I bent down and gave her a last lingering kiss. I pulled back and began once more began to slowly slide in and out of her, my pace quickly picking up. I relaxed the last of my restraint, letting my own cum build and build.
I felt a long trembling shudder begin deep inside Lisa, and I watched as she began to gasp for air, her lungs fighting to keep working. My hands shaking like a leaf, I pulled my final blade, my 6 inch long razor sharp poniard, and placed the tip of it on her now ravaged stomach, just above her destroyed bellybutton. Vicky's fingers continued to rub and pinch, tease and stroke the enflamed clit.
Lisa's eyes unfocused and I knew the moment was here.
"Now Vicky," I cried, ramming my cock into Lisa one final time and finally surrender to my own orgasm. I screamed in joy such as I had never know and rammed the full length of the blade into Lisa's body, pulling up with all my strength as I spilled my seed deep into her bloody pussy. At the same moment, Vicky took Lisa's clit between her fingers and squeezed with all her strength.
Lisa should not have had the strength, yet she nearly lifted me off my feet as she arched up into my cock and my blade, throwing back her head and howling her agony and her joy as my blade gutted her. Her scream turned to a shuddering gurgle as I cut up through her diaphragm and between her lungs. I continued my own howl of joy as her pussy went wild around me, gripping, squeezing, shuddering and heaving, milking every last drop of semen from me.
Lisa kept in the tight arch until my blade angled up and under her rib cage and buried its tip deep in her heart. She fell back against Vicky as her body went totally limp, just a few weak shudders passing over her.
She turned her head to look in her lovers' eyes, tried to speak on last time and then with a long quavering sigh, she was gone.
Vicky, tears spilling down her face, gave the still face one last kiss.
I lay against the body, gasping for air, unable to believe how incredible this had been. After a year of unsatisfying sex, I had just had the most dazzlingly beautiful and pleasurable experience of my life.
I looked down at the still face and felt not the slightest remorse or guilt. Her eyes were closed, an incredibly sensual and erotic smile was frozen on her face. Despite the blood that had flooded from her lips and nose she looked like she was lost in some beautiful and erotic dream. I had not been able to save her from death, but I had been able to give her a beautiful end.
I pulled out of her, surprised to find myself still rather hard. Despite how wild these last moments had been, I still felt keyed up and excited. What had happened had been totally satisfying, yet I felt ready for more.
Then I realized why ... I was ready for more because I could still feel that tug ... that pull of someone who longed for death.
I turned to look at Vicky, who was as soaked in sweat and blood and her own orgasmic wetness as I was. In her eyes was fear ... but also a longing and a desire that neither of us could ignore. I could hardly believe what I was feeling, but it was impossible to deny.
She turned from my eyes and with infinite tenderness she moved Lisa so that she could lean back against her, as Lisa had done on her.
She held out her violently trembling hands to me, and whispered a single word.
"More."
((The man finishes his story ... which has taken him long into the night. Only he and the woman remain in the pub, a few flickering candles the only light. He takes a deep drink of his ale, the young woman's eyes never leaving his face.))
Harmph ... whew ... well now. Telling you that story has sure worked up a thirst ... not to mention a few other things.
But that is how it all began, with those two beautiful women on that warm summer night. I won't bother to tell you about Vicky ... I think you can imagine. When it was over, I put them in each other's arms. Both had that same smile on their faces. It was very beautiful to see.
Had to leave the carnival after that of course. Everybody knew what I was then, and it scared most of them stupid ... like it does most folk. It was only the fear of my blades that kept me alive at first, and I didn't want to hurt any of them so Zelda and I left shortly after. I still miss the crowds sometimes.
I've since found out that not every Blissblade has such a wonderful first experience. It's especially bad if they don't have someone to get them started, as I had Zelda. Quite a few go mad actually, because they can't accept what they are feeling. They think themselves evil, not understanding what they can give when they take a life.
I will always be grateful to those two beautiful, wonderful women. Then of course there's Zelda, who I will always love deep in my heart.
It's been 20 years since that night, but I still remember every single detail like it just happened. I've sent almost 300 women, and a handful of men, into deaths arms. I can remember every single face, and every name ... but Vicky and Lisa will always remain very special.
I've only ever met 4 other Blissblades in all these years, 3 men and one woman; we're pretty rare. I guess I've been just about everywhere and seen just about everything, but I keep following the call of the road. That's another part of being a Blissblade ... you never can stay in one place too long ... itchy feet. Not that I could anyway ... most folk don't understand what I am, why I kill, and after a bit get so scared they either run me out of town or try to kill me. Not that they could succeed ... my skill at throwing knifes has only gotten better over the years.
Oh yes ... you're right. It is a little lonely sometimes, but it's not as bad you might imagine. I don't always kill you know ... sometimes I just use those skills I'd already learned before that night. A Blissblade can make love any time he wants, but he only kills when another's desire calls him. Now that I know what I am, it's not so frustrating not going all the way. Makes a pleasant change sometimes in fact. As I told you earlier, you'd be surprised how many enjoy a bit of risk and fear and just the right touch of pain.
Zelda? Oh she's been gone for a long time now. She was old and tired ... and she missed her Lars. Amazing how tough that old bird was ... took her nearly 4 hours to die. I lost count how many times she came.
Well I have to say my dear that I actually enjoyed this ... I don't get to just sit and talk all that often. But it's late ... don't you think we should head over to your house?
Don't look so surprised ... I felt the desire growing in you before I was halfway though my story.
By the time I told you of Lisa's last orgasm the pull between us was so strong I almost lost track of my story. You need me ... you want my knifes and me ... and I promise you ... you too will cry for more ... and I will give it too you.
((The man stands ... holding out his hand to the young woman, who is now trembling from head to foot, a frightened look on her face. He stands without moving as several minutes pass. Then slowly, the woman raises a badly shaking hand and places in the man's. He pulls her gently to her feet, kissing her tenderly. She turns and, still holding his hand,S leads him out of the pub.))
Fin.