Posted by romantic on December 19, 2000 at 18:00:15:
Jenny was close to hysterical as the weight of Rachael's dead body pressed down on her and Rachael's blood dripped onto her mouth. The next thing she knew, He was standing above them, slowly rolling Rachael off her. Jenny's hands loosened thier grip on the handle of the dagger still buried to the hilt between Rachael's tits. She froze in terror as he bent down to her, but he gently wiped the blood from her mouth and chest with Rachael's discarded nightgown. He stood up and moved away. Jenny looked to her right and saw Rachael, eyes and mouth wide, staring at the sky. Her eyyes moved down to Rachael's breasts and the horrible protusion between them. Yet, Jenny thought strangely, how peaceful she looks compared to her murderous rage of a moment ago, Jenny looked to her left and saw the staring eyes and semen-smeared tongue of Marcie's dead face. Again, her mind registered both horror and a strange sense of peace. She drifted out of consciousness.
When she was aagin aware, Jenny saw Him lovingly removing the silk stockings from Marcie's legs. As He rolled them over her toes, He stopped to admire and kiss her bare foot from heel to toe. He held her foot aloft in both hands.
"See that?" He said to Jenny. "Perfect. Forever frozen perfect aesthetic beauty. Look around you."
Jenny looked and saw that He had laid all the women's bodies around her, Natalie partially atop Marcie to her left, Gina atop Rachael to her right. He had bound ther feet in a bundle with the stockings.
"This is my fantasy." He said. "Artistic perfection. It's your fantasy too."
"It was not my fantasy to kill my friends!" Jenny protested.
" No -- but to know and see death in all its horror and beauty is. What did you feel as the bullets ripped Natalie's tits? As Gina danced and swang? As Marcie's tongue licked me to ecstasy even as it begged for air? As Rachael writhed at the end of the dagger in your hand? You saw in them what you crave."
"Then you know the rest of my fantasy...?"
He nodded. "But first," He said, look around you. Know what is to come. He stood away from her. On her hands and knees, she moved among her friends' bodies. She looked in their open eyes, she ran her hands over their still beautiful bodies. Lastly, moved by a force she could not understand, she bent forward and kissed their feet, one by one. As she raised her ass, He entered her from behind. The part of the fantasy that she had imagined as she watched Him kill Marcie exploded inside her with a more electric passion than she had ever dreamed.
They moved together and finally she began to come, accepting -- no, embracing -- the inevitability of what that meant. As the first orgasmic sigh passed her lips, He swept his dagger up and into her belly. With each thrust of his cock, another stab with th dagger. She came and came. Finally, her strength gave out and her knees collapsed. She fell to her belly, His hand pinned under her. With a deft motion, He moved the dagger inside her so it wouldn't penetrate clear through Jenny's slender body. He laid the tops of His feet on her soles and felt them clench and stretch in pain and ecstasy. As the continued to move, the dagger began to rip her. It opened her belly and she felt her viscera touch the floor. The last things Jenny felt were the searing pain of His dagger, the indescribable pleasure of His cock, and the soft warmth of her friends dead feet against her lips and cheek.
As Jenny died, He felt her feet relax under His and He came. Came in great, hot wads -- the living seed of her daemon lover filling her dead womb.
The End