Page 15 of Mean One

It took me a minute to calm my racing heart and collect my breathing. Max stepped back as I tried to clean myself, stuffing my cock back into my pants as I turned to face her. She was grinning, licking my cum from her hand, the other now holding her own axe.

“What’re you doing out here, freckles?” Not that I wasn’t grateful to her sneaky appearance. She had a twinkle in her eye as she licked her lips.

“I came to help chop some firewood.” She swung the axe in her hands, twirling it as he raised a brow. “But it looks like you found something better to do.” The couple’s moans grew as they began to both orgasm, nearly crescendoing into screams. I glanced back in their direction, a wicked idea popping into my mind.

“Hey, Max.” I slowly turned to face her, picking up my own axe. “Forget the firewood. Why don’t we chop something else down?” She squealed, prancing to me before kissing me roughly. We both smiled, my eyes staring into hers as I grabbed her chin. “Let’s get naughty.”

Max growled with excitement, rushing from my arms as she shot through the woods to the couple. She burst through the bushes, gracefully swinging her axe as it landed deep in the woman’s neck. Her blood spewed all over Max and the man, who screamed as he lay there, still inside the woman’s cunt. Max yanked the blade back, laughing as the woman eyed her with bloodshot irises, bleeding out, choking on her own blood. It poured from her mouth and neck onto her body, pooling around the man’s pelvis.

“What the fuck?!” the man screamed, unable to move, petrified by what was happening on top of him. “Help! Someone!” Pointless. There was no one out here but us.

The woman tried to cup her neck, to stop the bleeding, but it was worthless. Max dropped the axe, positioning herself behind the woman. She met the man’s eyes, hers rising as I stepped behind him. He stared up at me, covered in the woman’s blood, sobbing.

“Please,” he begged, shivering with fear.

“Care to let us join?” I grinned, swinging my axe with all my strength as it decapitated him, silencing his cries as his arms fell limp at his side. Max straddled the man from behind the woman barely holding on to her life. I approached them, dropping my weapon and sitting on the man’s chest, my weight bearing down on him. I raised my hands, feeling the woman’s slippery curves as her eyes glared back at me, petrified. “Max,” I moaned, feeling the woman’s breasts. “She’s quite scrumptious, don’t you think?”

Max scooted behind the woman’s body, gripping her waist as our bodies roughly pressed closer, sandwiching hers between us, her blood seeping out. The color in her face was nearly gone from blood loss, leaving her pale as a ghost.

“Want to share this tasty treat with me?” I asked, my claw grazing her cheek.

Max snarled, gripping the woman’s hair as she began to pull, the flesh attached to her body ripping as she took her time tearing the woman’s head from her body. Blood spewed from her shredded neck, soaking us both. Oh, Max; she never did like the idea of sharing me.

“I’ll take that as a no.” My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply, smelling their blood and cum lingering heavily in the air. What a delicious combination they made, the aroma absolutely intoxicating.

Max reached around the headless woman, forcing my face to hers as she kissed me, barely allowing me to breathe. The headless body slid around ours, gliding across our chests until it slumped over in the snow, releasing the dead man’s limp dick. I broke from Max’s kisses, glancing down at it.

“Why don’t you get rid of that for me?” Max smiled, the two of us standing as I stepped back and watched her raise her axe to chop the appendage clean from the corpse. She cackled, blood completely covering her body as she twirled with the weapon in hand. I raised my claws, applauding her craziness, and she stopped, looking at me with a smile before dropping the axe into the snow.

“I love you,” she breathed, her breath fogging the air. My smile faded as my hands froze.

“Max—” She sprinted towards me, jumping as I caught her body, falling back into the snow as she kissed me. “Max,” I whispered, unable to stop myself from kissing her back.

Together, we rolled around on the ground, taking turns dominating the other as we began to rip our clothes off, fucking in the snow. Blood was smeared across our bodies, the haze of what we were doing clouding our thoughts.

“I love you,” she repeated, now riding me. I flipped us once more, bending her legs as I fucked her on my knees.

“Max,” I groaned, enjoying myself too much. “You know I don’t feel that way.” She smiled, clenching her cunt around my cock as my head fell back on a moan.

“Yes, you do. I know you do.” She squeezed her legs, pulling me closer as she began to grind against my pelvis, taking every inch of me. “Admit it: you love me.” Her body arched as she pulled my neck, pressing her breasts into my face. “Just say it,” she begged. The veins in my body burned as I tried to resist her, failing as I sucked on her pretty nipples, flicking them with my tongue.

Max pressed her breasts harder against my face, moaning before pulling my mouth back to hers, begging, determined to have me say it. I had to break from her grasp, struggling to breathe.

“Max,” I pleaded, looking down at her perfect body grinding up against mine. “Please.” I didn’t stop, moving with her as we came together. “Fuck, yes.” Her eyes lit up as I continued to whimper. “Yes, I do. I fucking do.” It took me a while to come back down from the high, drunk on how she always made me feel.

She squealed, leaning forward as we kissed and embraced, still connected.

As much as I don’t want to admit it, I do. I fucking love you, freckles. You’re crazy and beautiful and a fucking mess, just like me. You annoy the shit out of me and piss me off more than anyone else… but God, I fucking love you. All of you. Just don’t leave me. Ever.

“I knew it.” She smiled, licking the tip of my nose. A soft chuckle escaped my mouth as I smiled back, stroking her cheek.

“You really are my weakness, freckles.”

After we calmed down, I helped Max to her feet, the two of us dressing before she pranced to the dead couple’s pile of clothes.

“Oh, look!” She waved a vibrant green scarf, wrapping it around her neck. “My favorite color!” I huffed at her ridiculousness, noticing a folded piece of paper sticking out of the man’s pants. Max followed my gaze, picking it up as she joyfully began to read it aloud. “Come join all of Whoreville this Christmas Eve as we celebrate the engage—” Her voice halted as her smile faded.

“Celebrate what?” She folded the paper, forcing an obviously fake smile.

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