Page 36 of Follow Her Down
The saw bites deep, screaming through muscle and tendon, then—crack—through the shoulder.Blood spurts, soaking the tarp.Sera holds the bags, helps me roll the heavy bugger, never flinching.
Legs after, through the hip.The screech of steel on bone makes my teeth ache.The leg comes free with a wet rip.Limbs bagged, sealed.We work quickly, efficiently, like we’ve done this a dozen times.
I have, but never with a partner.
Now just the torso and the head.Blood pools thickly, the air heavy with death.
“Head last,” I mutter, breathing hard.
The saw bites at the neck, scraping through skin, muscle, then the spine.I bear down, sweat stinging my eyes, till with a final, splintering crack, the head comes free.
I lift it by Rick’s greasy hair.Prayer holds the bag wide, and I drop it in.Done.
Standing up straight, we stare at the bags—limbs, cock, head—all neat and tidy, then we bag the torso too.
Sera’s chest heaves, her entire face and front spattered with blood, her eyes wild and alive.She keeps darting them to me, hungry and wanting.
I don’t think—I just move.Still clutching the saw, I grab the back of her neck, haul her in, and crash my mouth to hers.
The kiss is wild, teeth and tongue and blood, tasting of iron and cum.She grabs my shirt, pulling me close, her tongue fierce and hot.The saw drops with a clatter, forgotten.
I pin her against the blood-drenched wall tiles, my knee between her thighs.My cock’s aching, straining hard.
I break the kiss, my breath ragged.Her lips are swollen, smeared with blood.I wish it was hers, but it doesn’t matter right now.
“Need,” I growl.“Now.”
“Yes.”She gasps, grinding against my thigh.“Fucking ruin me.”
I fumble my jeans, my gloves too slick with blood.Finally, I wrench off my gloves and shove down my jeans just enough.My cock springs free, thick, leaking, and desperate once again.
She grabs my dick with her blood-soaked gloved hand, the rough rubber making me groan.“Christ, lass.”
She strokes me, once, twice, smearing my cock with a dead man’s blood.She hitches her leg up, and I grab her arse, haul her up, her legs going round my waist.I shove in, hard.
She cries out, her head snapping back, her cunt gripping me tight.She comes straight away, spasming round me, milking me.The heat of her, the smell of blood and sex...Fuck, it’s maddening.
I hold her pinned, buried deep, watching her face twist with pleasure, blood drenching her cheeks and chin, her mouth open in a silent scream.The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Then I’m moving, hard and fast and relentless, fucking her up against the wall, the slap of skin on skin echoing.I grip her arse, and her arms go round my neck, her nails digging into my scalp.
“Harder!”she demands.“Don’t stop!”
I give her everything, each thrust a promise, a curse, a prayer.Her cries climb higher, her cunt squeezing me so tight I almost see God.
“That’s it, Prayer,” I rasp.“Take it.All of it.Ye wanted this.Ye earned it.”
She comes again, a scream tearing loose.Her cunt clamps down, pulling me under.I can’t hold back.I roar, slam in deep, pull out fast, and spill my seed in wave after wave, my knees shaking.
We stay there, locked together, panting, blood and sweat and cum all tangled.The bags of body parts sit nearby, the saw gleaming on the tiles.
Slowly, I set her on her feet.She sags, then straightens, her blue eyes meeting mine.A feral smile curls her lips.I laugh, cannae help it.It bursts out, mad and free.She laughs too, sharp and bright as breaking glass.
We stand there, covered in blood and ruin and each other, laughing like maniacs in the middle of our own carnage.
Some love song, eh?
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