"Right at sunset," she said, holding my hand and leading me up the hillside.
"I'm afraid I really don't understand any of this," I told her, shaking my head.
She tossed her long black hair and turned to face me; her deep brown eyes were intense. "I know you can do this," she said firmly, "and I'll beg you to if I have to. But first let me remind you--you recall when I quoted Hermine's lines from Steppenwolf to you? The last thing I'd ever ask you to do for me? Something very special, something very beautiful?"
I laughed. "Yeah, sure! You said the last thing you'd ever ask me to do for you would be to--to--"
She didn't smile. "To kill me. You promised you would; I know you thought I was joking, but I wasn't. I'm asking--I'm asking now!"
"But--but--why?" I started to protest more, but decided instead to wait. At that moment I didn't think she was serious, but the conversation itself was, for me, a turn-on. I surely didn't want to end it.
"To prevent losing what I've gained," she answered. "I could, and I don't want to!"
I shook my head. "I'm afraid I'm still not following--"
She stopped walking, found a stone on the hillside and sat down. With one of her knees tucked up near her chin, her shorts exposing the entirety of her sleek thighs, she made a spectacular picture in the late afternoon sunlight. I could not help staring at her breasts as they strained against the thin material of her white cotton blouse.
"Well," she said at length, "You're familiar with my studies? And you know I believe in what I'm doing--but what you may not know is that I believe--all the way. I've reached a point now where I feel that I can--shall we say, cheat death. But only--and it's important--only if I die in the right way, in the right frame of mind. So I--"
"But why now? Why not when you're eighty-two? I mean, we have our moments--I--uh--"
She laughed. "You really don't want to talk me out of it!" she cried. "And I knew you wouldn't! But anyway, let me answer your question--why now." She paused, gave me a very seductive smile. "Because," she continued, "we never know what's going to happen to us. Tomorrow, I could get run over by a truck. The day after, I could catch a fatal disease. I could slip in the shower and break my neck. I'd be dead, and I'd have lost my chance. I'm ready now, right now. I have to do it, I have to die in my own time, in the right way. I can't afford to take the risk. If something unforseen happens, I've lost everything."
"Why don't you just take a bunch of sleeping pills?"
"Bad idea. Not the right way, and I'd lose concentration way before I died." Her smile became very sensual; she licked her lips. "Besides, that isn't the way I want it!"
"How, then? How do you want it?"
She grinned and stood up. "You'll see--and I'm sure you're going to be interested! Come on; we need to get to the top!"
Taking my hand again, she led me to the crest of the hill. There was a ring of stones there, inscribing a circle about twenty feet in diameter. In the center stood a stone altar, a rectangular slab about the size of a single bed. She released my hand near the ring and walked to the altar stone, sat down on it.
"This is it," she said, patting it. "We'll do it here."
"How?" I asked again, moving closer to her.
She smiled and began unbuttoning her blouse. She wore nothing under it, and as soon as it was off, she stroked her high, full breasts. The fading sunlight made her delicate nipples look darker, redder than usual. After a moment, she stood up and pushed her shorts down. Nude, she seated herself on the stone again, reached into the small bag she'd carried up here.
"With this," she said, bringing out a slender-bladed five-inch dagger with a jeweled black handle.
I just stared at it. "I don't know if I can," I told her, even though I wasn't sure myself that that was really the truth.
She laid the knife down on the stone and began rubbing her hands over her body. "I'm sure you can," she muttered seductively. "Think about it, just think about it!" She lifted one of her long graceful legs, ran her hand down her thigh, over her knee, down to her calf. "Think about cutting my legs," she said in a soft voice. "Think about sticking that knife into them! You've always loved them, you've bitten them, how you've dug your fingernails in; think about doing more, a lot more!" Moving her hands, she began stroking her hard flat belly. "Think about stabbing me here, about that knife going in, real deep, think about the blood that'll come running out!" Her hands moved on up and she arched her body back, pushing her ribs into relief. "Or here," she went on, running a finger along the shallow valley between two of them. "Right in here, right between my ribs, can't you see it, can't you see the blade sticking in there, the blood gushing out?" Her hands moved higher, up to her breasts; she pinched her nipples hard. "Or here, right into my tits, right into the nipple! Oh, God, that'll hurt, they'll bleed!" She looked up at me and grinned lustily. "You've bitten them before, you always loved it when I squirmed and moaned!" Her hands went back down; she spread her legs, pushed a finger inside herself. "You can even cut me here!" Her voice started to get hoarse, and it seemed that her tongue was thick. "Think about it! Think about sticking that knife into me! Think about it going into me, ah, so deep! Think about the blood, think about me dying, how my eyes'll look, how I'll sigh, how I'll moan...!"
"But--but--I don't know--I've never killed anyone before!"
Smiling, she leaned close to me; her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat, and her nipples were stiffly erect. "Let me show you something," she said, touching my eyelids gently.
And suddenly, I couldn't see her anymore. I still saw the hilltop and the stone, but seated on it was a different girl, one who looked very young and fragile, one who seemed to be little more than a child. Her hair was dark as well, but much shorter; her eyes, in startling contrast, were green, and her face was broad and freckled. She too was naked, and there were two men with her. Both were rough-looking characters, their ragged clothes implying that they were perhaps tramps.
"So," she was asking them, her voice small but husky. "Now that we're here, now what? What are you going to do with me?"
They didn't answer her; they just laughed, and one of them closed a hand over one of her firm rounded breasts. Squeezing it hard, he started pushing her onto her back, while the other man unzipped his pants. His penis was already erect, and he moved to the girl's head. Grabbing her hair, he jammed himself into her mouth and started moving his hips.
She was frowning a little, but she didn't fight him; her arms remained on the stone, her fists opening and closing. After a moment, she actually began cooperating with him, running her tongue around his penis and sliding it in and out of her lips. The other man pulled her slim hips near the edge of the stone, took out his penis, and, forcing her athletic, almost boyish legs apart, pushed himself inside her.
Still she didn't fight, even as both men brutally raped her. If rape it was; I couldn't be sure this hadn't been set up.
But moments later, the first man took his penis out of her mouth for a moment, and that question seemed to be answered. "You know I'll turn you in," she said cooly. "You'll go to prison for life!"
"Well," the one at her hips snarled, "We'll just have to see about that!" He dug into his pocket, pulled out a heavy folding knife, and opened it. "You can't turn anybody in if you're dead!" he snapped.
She couldn't answer; the man's companion had stuffed his penis back into her mouth. As if she hadn't heard the threat, she continued to suck him vigorously, and moments later he started spraying semen into her mouth. She swallowed, but some of it bubbled up and out, running onto her cheek. With a grin, the man withdrew his penis.
"Now, babe," the other man said. He brought the knife up to her face, held it in front of her eyes. Then he brought it slowly down, over her chin, over her throat, down the center of her chest. Halfway down he veered left, let the tip of the blade slide lightly over her left breast. Pressing it in a little, he dimpled her skin. "You still think you're gonna turn anybody in?"
She looked at the knife, then looked up, straight into his eyes. "You won't do it," she said jeeringly. "You're afraid to, you don't have the courage!"
He grinned. "Let's just see!" Without taking his penis from her vagina and without lifting the knife he suddenly stabbed it into her breast, plunging half the length of the blade into her.
Her body went stiff, and she threw her head back as her blood erupted. "Oh God!" she screamed. "Oh God!!"
"God ain't gonna help you," the man sneered. He pulled the knife out and stabbed her again, three more times, in and around her left breast. She squirmed as blood ran off her body and onto the stone, but her arms remained spread; she didn't even try to interfere.
Slamming his hips into her, the man stabbed her once more, shifting to her right side. More blood rushed out as he ground the knife hard into her, mashing her breast flat.
"Oh God yes!" she screeched. "Do it! Do it! Do it to me! Oh God yes, oh God yes do it do it...!"
Her assailant didn't seem to hear her; ripping the knife out, he plunged it into her stomach twice. Twisting it inside her, he sped up his hip movements, and a moment later climaxed violently. As he pulled his dripping penis free, she moaned and moved a little. In response, he grabbed her hair, pulled her head up, and, after tearing the knife savagely out of her belly, drove it deeply into the side of her throat.
Blood gushed down her chest, her eyes got huge, and she fell back, her body twitching and quivering. As she became still, the scene faded from view and I saw my lady again, sitting on the stone.
"That girl had to push those guys into killing her," she said. Slowly, she let herself back, and I stepped toward her. "I won't have to do that with you, will I?" Stretched out, she played with her nipples as I slowly came to stand beside her.
Gently and delicately I ran my fingers over her rigidly erect nipples. She shuddered slightly, whether from pleasure or from something else I couldn't tell. Following the curve of her breast downward toward her stomach, my hand slid along her skin; it was incredibly smooth and soft. A curl of her long black hair lay across her middle, and I removed it, laid it aside.
I looked back at her face, at her huge dark eyes fixed so tightly on mine, at the full mouth, the delicate angles of the cheekbones. Stroking her cheek, I picked up the knife and held it where she could see it. The fading sunlight glinted brightly on the blade as she stared at it, then glanced back at my face.
"Oh," she sighed, "Oh, yes. God, that thing looks pretty to me!" Her eyes were very wide, and there was a trace of a tremor in her voice. "Yes," she said again, as if trying to convice herself. "I'm ready for it, I want it, I want it inside me!" Her eyes flicked to mine. "Do you? Are you ready to use it?"
"I feel like I'm going to enjoy this too much!" I muttered. But even so, I found myself nodding.
She laughed, a light musical sound. "Oh, you should! And you will, believe me!"
I hesitated for a moment, then stood up and unhooked my belt, stepped out of my pants and underwear. Her hands found my hips, and she pulled me close to her face. My penis was already half-erect; when she took it into her mouth, it telecoped almost immediately to full extension. She drew it deeply in, her tongue running around it; thinking about what I was about to do, I nearly climaxed in her mouth.
But she seemed to sense it, and released me. Lifting and spreading her long, muscular legs, she pushed me gently around to her hips. As I nestled my penis into her pubic hair, the muscles in her thighs and calves flexed, rippling her smooth skin. She was very wet, and I slid into her effortlessly. Very warm, very sweet. But she gave me little chance to dwell on it.
"I need it," she said, her voice firm. At first I thought she meant my penis, but she was staring at the knife. "I need it now. I need it in me, I need to bleed!"
"Now?"
"Yes, now! Come on, come on, we both want this! Once you get it in me once we're committed! Let's not wait, let's not wait any konger, let's do it, let's get started!"
"But...!"
She touched my cheek lightly. "You can't imagine," she said, "how much I want this! There's nothing more important to me, nothing you could do for me or give me that'd mean more!" She looked almost desperate; her eyes confirmed her words. "Love me," she begged. "Love me enough to kill me!"
I nodded slowly, then brought the knife up again and held it somewhat awkwardly, still unsure of exactly what she wanted me to do. Smiling warmly at me, she took my hand and guided the blade herself, bringing it to rest with the point touching her left breast, a little below her nipple.
Keeping her eyes fixed on it, she took a deep breath. "Push it in now," she whispered. "Push it in slow, ooooh...! Don't worry about hurting me, I want you to, I want to feel the pain, I want you to hurt me! Oh, God, I want it so bad--!"
Breathing deeply as well, I pushed my penis into her vagina as far as it would go. She gasped, closed her eyes. And I started to push, very slowly, very gently, on the knife.
Her hand came up, touched mine lightly; the point had pressed a deep valley into her skin, but had not yet broken through. I twisted it just a little, pushed harder, and a tiny bead of blood appeared at the tip of the blade. I pressed down harder. A frown flickered across her face, but it disappeared almost immediately.
Then, with no warning at all, the resistance of her skin vanished, allowing two inches of the blade to slip easily into her soft breast.
Her eyes flew wide open and she stared first at me, then down at the knife. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me toward her. "Give it to me," she rasped. "As deep as it'll go! Give it to me, give it to me!"
I didn't think about it, I gave it to her; I pushed again. There was a tearing sound, and the whole blade slipped on in so softly and gently I couldn't believe it. Her body was very stiff, jerking just a little. Around the bright steel blade, a red pool appeared, began drawing a line down across her breast.
I let go of the handle; the knife stood upright, still piercing her. She touched it, winced. "Perfect," she murmured after a moment, pressing her hips against mine. "Perfect. Pull it out now, slow, slow and easy!"
Holding my hand against her breast, my thumb on her nipple, I slowly pulled it back. When it came free, the bright red fluid followed in a gush. Watching it surge from her chest and run down her side, she blinked rapidly. I held the blade in the flow, then touched it to her lips. It was hot, sweet-smelling, sticky, and she licked it off the blade avidly.
"Let's sit up," she whispered huskily. "Me on your lap."
Quickly pulling out of her, I helped her up. She coughed and a little blood spilled from her mouth, but she straddled me, let herself down on me. I could feel the hotness of her blood running down my own chest. "Mmm--better," she whispered, her lips close to my ear. "I can breathe better this way."
I pushed her back a little, examined the wound. It was remarkably neat, a small puncture perhaps an inch below the nipple; a steady stream of blood flowed from it, streaking our thighs, pooling on the stone.
She looked up at me, her eyes bright, her breath hot on my face. "I want more," she told me. "I want more, I need more!"
I touched my fingers to the still-bleeding wound, and found that I was very eager to give her more. "What should I do?" I asked.
"My legs," she told me. "My legs. I need to feel the pain, I need to focus--work on my legs for awhile, do whatever you feel like doing!"
I kissed her, tasted blood on her lips. "Whatever you say," I answered. As I spoke I brought the knife down, pressing the point against her thigh, high and a little to the inside. Her eyes said go, and I pushed it in a little ways. She gasped; I snicked it out. Blood spilled from her leg.
"Yes!" she cried, her voice gutteral. "Yes, that's good, that's good! Ah, God, it hurts, oh, God help me, I love it, I want more, deeper, I love it..." She suddenly raised herself off me, turned herself around. "I want to suck you for a while," she told me. "You know what I want you to do!"
"You're liable to bite me!"
She laughed; it caused more blood to flow from her breast, and she held it with her hand. "No, I won't!" she promised. "Trust me, just trust me!" She stretched herself out beside me, took my penis in her mouth, and presented her long lovely legs to my face. "Make it hurt," she told me, releasing me for a moment. "Make it hurt, make them bleed!" She went back down on me then, sucking me with a passion.
I lifted her left leg, watched the previous wound bleed for a moment, then began kissing and licking around her knee. She trembled a little when I touched the back of her thigh with the knife, moving the blade down toward the knee, caressing her skin with it. Passing by the joint, I let it move down her calf; just before it reached the halfway point I stopped, started pushing.
She stiffened; I pushed hard, the knife broke through, the blade sank into her calf. Pushing on, I buried it completely; then, not forgetting what she'd said about wanting the pain, I pulled it upward a little as I took it out. New blood ran freely from the wound, but I didn't hesitate; I moved the knife back up to her thigh, and poked the tip into the back of it, a couple of inches above her knee. She stretched her leg out hard, and I ran it on in deep, angling it upward and slightly to the side, missing the bone.
Letting her leg back down and hugging her knees to my face, I withdrew it; I kept my hand there for a few moments, feeling the warmth of the flowing blood.
Then I brought the knife back up along her thighs, grazing her skin with it again, and finally piercing her with it when the point was sitting high on her thigh, inside, a couple of inches below her crotch. Moving it to her other leg, I pierced that thigh as well, in about the same place. Blood came streaming out.
"I want to get inside you again," I said as I cut her a little behind her right knee.
She took her mouth off me instantly and turned around. Wincing with the pain of her injured legs, she straddled me as before, allowing my penis to sink into her vagina. Now, the blood from the punctures I'd administered to her upper thighs washed over our connection, adding to the warmth and moisture of it. By now, her blood was all over both of us.
"I want you to stab me in the chest again now," she said after a few minutes. "In the breast, in the same side--I don't want to die yet, not just yet!"
I kissed her again and brought the knife up so that the point touched against her erect nipple. She raised her hand, supported her breast with it. Using only the lightest pressure, I teased that sensitive part with the hard knife point.
She smiled at me impishly. "Well, go ahead!" she said finally. "What are you waiting for?"
I was beyond any kind of resistance. "My pleasure," I said, and I began to push, watching her nipple fold in as if trying to escape. But she used her own hand to push her breast hard into it, and again I felt it break through. She gasped a little, and more of her blood began to well out around the knife. Still she pushed, as did I, and I both heard and saw it slipping on in, deeper and deeper.
She grabbed at my shoulder with her other arm, laid her head on my shoulder, her eyes half closed, her mouth open. I kept going, pressing it on into her until the handle touched the remains of her nipple. Then I took my hand off of it. With majestic slowness, the red liquid welled up around the blade, ran down her breast, dripped off.
"How do you feel?" I asked her, though it seemed a stupid question.
"It hurts, of course," she said through gritted teeth, although her expression did not seem to denote agony. "But the pain doesn't yet match the pleasure! We have to get it balanced!"
"How?"
"I'm not sure. The knife--it doesn't hurt badly enough. It's too erotic, it's just too good..."
"For me as well," I said in a low voice.
She smiled and touched my cheek, then moved her fingers to the handle of the knife; it looked like she was caressing it. "Take it out," she murmured, her voice almost a growl. "Take it out and put it into me again. Again and again. You aren't hurting me enough, I have to be hurt more, more... You have to pierce me deep, get that knife deep in my body, deep inside me--!"
"All right," I said quickly, my own eagerness surprising me. Wrapping my fingers around the hilt of the knife, I began to pull it out; again I went slow, watching her skin bind on it as if trying to restrain it. It came free, and her blood welled up to the surface, started running down over her breast.
Experimentally, I touched my fingertip to the wound in her nipple; she pressed her breast against it as I did. Following through, I pushed my fingertip into it, sliding it on down on the lubrication provided by her blood; until it was deep inside her breast. She sighed, squirmed her hips against mine.
"You can't know how that feels," she said, her voice throaty. "Like you have another penis in me..."
"It feels that way for me, too," I told her. "God, I can't describe it..." As I spoke, I moved my finger gently in and out; each time it went in, a small surge of blood came out around it.
"More," she moaned. "Give me more, I need more--more pain--you've got to hurt me more!"
Again I nodded, and, taking my finger out, touched the point of the knife against the side of her chest, just where the gentle curvature of her breast ended, locating it between two of her ribs. Throwing her chest back so her ribs were in relief, she managed a faint smile, and I began to push, hard and steady.
Putting my face close, I carefully watched the whole process; the way the point pressed her satiny skin in, the way a bright bead of blood appeared as it passed the surface, the way the skin and muscle expanded to make room for the blade. Listening to the little ripping sounds, I kept going until I could see only an inch of the blade, then stopped. Blood and foam came out around it.
Leaving it in her, I raised my face to hers, kissed her blood- flecked lips. She was trembling a little, her breath rasping in her throat, but she didn't seem to be having a lot of trouble breathing. Putting my hand back on the knife, I worked it a little; she gasped, her eyes getting very large. Then, as slowly as before, I pulled it out; foamy blood followed it. Both the previous chest wounds were still bleeding as well, as were her legs. The wound I'd just made in her side opened and closed as she breathed; I wondered how long it was going to be before she bled to death.
"That was good," she said in a weaker voice. "Really good."
Smiling now, I kissed her again, and as I did I let the knife slide down her body, stopping when it rested just above the line of her pubic hair. As I pressed on it, I felt her stiffen against me. If anything, it felt even softer as it slid into her lower body. Leaving it there, I pulled back a little and looked closely at her.
"That's good," she moaned. "Oh, that's good. Ohhh...!"
"I think I'm going to make it better," I said, taking hold of the knife as if I was going to pull it out.
But I didn't. Instead, I started dragging it upward a little, widening the hole in her abdomen.
"Uh!" she grunted, her face twisted. "Oh, God! Oh, God, yes!" She gagged, more blood spouting from her mouth; it was flowing off both sides of her belly now. I hesitated, and she looked up at me, her eyes wild. "No, don't stop! Do it! Oh, God, it hurts, oh do it do it cut me open do it...!"
"No," I said, still grinning, pulling the blade free. "No, I have a different idea!" She frowned as I slipped my penis out of her vagina and pushed her down on her back again. But her expression changed to one of surprise when I came up over her, letting the tip of my penis slide along her stomach toward the bleeding wound.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, realizing what I had in mind. "Oh, yes, do it! Oh, do it!"
I didn't say anything; I just kept sliding myself up until the glans of my penis was poised at the edge of the wound. She put her hands flat against her stomach, on either side of the cut, pulling it open a little, and I sank myself into it.
She screamed, but it didn't sound like she was in pain. As I worked my bloody penis up and down in her abdomen, she seemed to be imbued with new strength; she squirmed under me, her exertions causing even more bleeding.
"Wait," she gasped. "Oh. wait. Oh, you cannot know--I--!" Her face contorted, and she gave a few grunts of pain as I lay on her, my penis buried in her entrails. "I've lost a little of my control," she continued, forcing herself to lie still. "Let me show you another event--that has taken place here--you may enjoy--and--and the discipline will help me--"
"Surely," I told her, and again she touched my eyelids, her fingertips light but trembling slightly.
And once more she vanished. I saw the stone; a man was sitting on it, and a very beautiful young blonde girl, her hair falling almost to her knees, knelt in front of him. Both were nude, and he cupped her ample breasts with his hands as she sucked his penis vigorously.
As I watched, he began his orgasm; she swallowed rapidly, but could not get it all, and it spilled from her full lips onto her chin, back into his lap. He smiled, kissed her head, and stroked her slender waist as she stood and backed a step or two away. Then he stood up himself.
"I'm afraid," she said, her voice shaking.
"Don't be," he told her, his voice gentle, soothing. "Just come to me, Kim--come and kiss me." It was then I saw the knife, hanging limply in his hand.
She glanced at it, but she closed her huge green eyes and took an uncertain step toward him. Then another, and he was folding her to him, wrapping his left arm around her bare shoulders.
She lifted her face, opened her eyes, he kissed her -
And brought the knife up hard and fast, stabbing it in just under her ribs, angling it upward and burying it to the hilt.
Her lips still on his, her face contorted, she clutched at him wildly. He ripped the blade out, and blood spilled between them as she clasped both arms tightly around his neck, clinging to him desperately. He drove the knife into her again, an inch or two lower. Her mouth open, she seemed to be screaming soundlessly.
This time he didn't pull it out, and she started to lose her strength, sinking into his arms. Carefully, gently, he laid her back on the stone, leaving the knife buried in her lower chest.
"I'm dying," she whispered. "I'm really dying--it's really happening--you really did it--!"
"Yes," he told her. "Quickly--you want anything else?"
"I'm afraid--but I need more pain--and a kiss--"
"I'll give you both," he said. Again he pressed his lips on hers, and ripped the knife out. Her body bounced, and she gave a weak cry as he drove it into her once more, this time high in her side.
Again he left it there, and moved up to cover her lips with his. She was shaking, but she tried to return it.
"Oh," she cried, "Oh, it hurts--I'm so scared--please, hold me--oh, I feel like I'm sliding--sliding down--!"
Slowly and carefully he started pulling the knife out of her side. "I can end the pain," he told her. "If you're ready?"
Blood dribbling from her full lips, her green eyes full of tears, she nodded; then she threw her head back and grimaced again as the blade came free. He brought it up, touched it to her throat.
"Die now, sweetheart," he said tenderly. Then he ran the blade into her neck, pushing it up so that the tip must have penetrated her brain.
Blood erupted; she didn't make a sound. Her eyes were wide open and blinking as he dipped his head to kiss her a final time; when he lifted it, she was staring blankly into space. Then the scene faded.
I looked back down at the woman under me; turned on by the scene she'd shown me, I'd begun moving again, sliding my blood-soaked penis in and out of her abdomen. She was bleeding profusely, and she looked much weaker to me.
"You cannot last much longer!" I whispered. "Are you ready? Are you sure you're ready? Ready to die?"
"Oh, God, yes!," she cried. "It's time, now. Time for me to die. I want it, oh, I--!"
"I know," I said, and ran the knife deeply into her stomach, just under her ribs on the left. Simultaneously, I felt the hotness of her blood flowing over my hand, and the warm wetness of urine on my knees as she lost her bladder control. I slid the knife in and out of her side a few times, cutting downward, then took it out and watched the blood gush. At that point I lost virtually all my control, and I started slamming the slender blade into her repeatedly, working my way up her side toward her armpit.
She was grunting and squirming, her face twisted into an expression of pain, but I kept slipping the blade in and out, up her side and across her breast. Finally I stopped, panting; I had the knife buried deeply in her chest, not far from her heart. Carefully and slowly I pulled it out. Still slow, letting her watch what I was doing, I lifted her bleeding breast and tucked the point of the knife under it.
Smiling, she pressed herself against it; I twisted it a little, started pushing it in, and her orgasm began.
Mine was imminent as the blade entered her chest. After a second I stopped; I knew where that blade was going.
"Go ahead," she whispered, her eyes glowing. "Go ahead. I'm ready, and so are you!"
I did, letting the knife slide right into her heart.
She went rigid as my seed sprayed into her; I locked her eyes as I rested my body against hers, as the blood exploded between us.
"Oh God, I love you--" she managed to whisper. Leaning on the knife, pushing it deeper into her, I watched her eyes, and I could see the exact instant when her life left her. A current of wind from somewhere blew over us, and I laid on her body for a long time. Until her heart ceased to beat and the fluids stopped draining from both of us.