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sixwordstories2015-02-11 09:04 pm
twin_bones) wrote in sixwordstories2015-02-11 09:04 pm
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I got myself a new pet
"Don't be so impatient!"
But she doesn't really resist him. It's good for her too, an added bonus of being genetically crafted to make sex enjoyable. Her own pleasure often tends to maximize her partners. She's barely broken a sweat though when he comes the first time and she rides him through to it's end, urging him on, to make it last as best she can.
Even if he's come, he's still hard and there's no sense wasting a perfectly good erection. It can be just as good for her with a rather minimal amount of effort. Jean and Alex might consider it a bit of a waste of her time, but it's doesn't just have to be JUST about getting the x-gene...
She picks up her pace, stroking her hands along his now-pretty face, sliding them over his throat. Without a knife though, it just isn't as good as it could be. She shifts her focus, trying to distract herself from one of the most pleasurable parts of sex (the murder) and grinds her hips down to make up for it.
But she doesn't really resist him. It's good for her too, an added bonus of being genetically crafted to make sex enjoyable. Her own pleasure often tends to maximize her partners. She's barely broken a sweat though when he comes the first time and she rides him through to it's end, urging him on, to make it last as best she can.
Even if he's come, he's still hard and there's no sense wasting a perfectly good erection. It can be just as good for her with a rather minimal amount of effort. Jean and Alex might consider it a bit of a waste of her time, but it's doesn't just have to be JUST about getting the x-gene...
She picks up her pace, stroking her hands along his now-pretty face, sliding them over his throat. Without a knife though, it just isn't as good as it could be. She shifts her focus, trying to distract herself from one of the most pleasurable parts of sex (the murder) and grinds her hips down to make up for it.
"I...I can't help it," he gasps. "You've never felt this good before..."
This was good...it was really good. It was one thing to assure her that she still looked beautiful, that he still wanted her. Analise was not one to be happy in a body that wasn't hers. She'd worked hard to mold Anna's body into something she preferred. This must feel like such a radical change. for her. But he wasn't just assuring her...he was becoming more and more convinced that whatever she had done to her body, he really, really liked it. There would be conviction to him telling her that these changes weren't bad. They were good. So good. So fucking good...
He doesn't apologize for coming so early, because with Analise he doesn't have to. That was probably a memory that Annette didn't have because Analise would have probably held onto it as private, not giving it up to this new monstrous creation of the vampires. And Alex wouldn't have cared for it anyway. But she would learn...probably in less than ten minutes when he came again. It wasn't just that he stayed hard, it was that his refractory period was zero.
She ground down on him, and he moaned and fucked up into her. Now he was bucking under her, bouncing her up with each thrust, and crying out her name over and over. Did it matter to him that when her hands find his throat, she wraps them around it and perhaps chokes a little? No, not really. If she's exploring new kinks, then he's all for it. His hands find her breasts, and he massages and tweaks them. Just feeling them gives him another jolt of pleasure, and he comes again inside her, just as hard as before. And still he fucks her.
"It...hasn't been this...good...in a while..." And that was saying something, given how good it was with Analise. "Please keep...this body..."
This was good...it was really good. It was one thing to assure her that she still looked beautiful, that he still wanted her. Analise was not one to be happy in a body that wasn't hers. She'd worked hard to mold Anna's body into something she preferred. This must feel like such a radical change. for her. But he wasn't just assuring her...he was becoming more and more convinced that whatever she had done to her body, he really, really liked it. There would be conviction to him telling her that these changes weren't bad. They were good. So good. So fucking good...
He doesn't apologize for coming so early, because with Analise he doesn't have to. That was probably a memory that Annette didn't have because Analise would have probably held onto it as private, not giving it up to this new monstrous creation of the vampires. And Alex wouldn't have cared for it anyway. But she would learn...probably in less than ten minutes when he came again. It wasn't just that he stayed hard, it was that his refractory period was zero.
She ground down on him, and he moaned and fucked up into her. Now he was bucking under her, bouncing her up with each thrust, and crying out her name over and over. Did it matter to him that when her hands find his throat, she wraps them around it and perhaps chokes a little? No, not really. If she's exploring new kinks, then he's all for it. His hands find her breasts, and he massages and tweaks them. Just feeling them gives him another jolt of pleasure, and he comes again inside her, just as hard as before. And still he fucks her.
"It...hasn't been this...good...in a while..." And that was saying something, given how good it was with Analise. "Please keep...this body..."
The rougher, faster pace has caused her to break a sweat finally, for her cheeks to flush and the long hair to tangle against her neck and her back. She tries her best to lean down, to crush his windpipe but it just doesn't work as well. Next time, if this doesn't take, she might have to find a conveniently placed rock to crush his skull with, but that wont be as effective as just slashing his throat or sliding a blade between his ribs...
The thoughts of murder help her come though. In absence of the real thing, she can fantasize as she trembles atop him and moans in pleasure. It's rare for her to climax this well without blood, but she will work hard to make this a success.
"I think I like it," she breathes after a few moments, brushing her hair off her face and taking a few deep breaths.
The thoughts of murder help her come though. In absence of the real thing, she can fantasize as she trembles atop him and moans in pleasure. It's rare for her to climax this well without blood, but she will work hard to make this a success.
"I think I like it," she breathes after a few moments, brushing her hair off her face and taking a few deep breaths.
He's breathing hard, especially after she cut off his air for part of the orgasm, but he's smiling as she slows for a break to gather her wits again. It's about time for a position change, but he can bask in the afterglow with her for a bit even as he continues to spasm a little in her. Just because she's stopped working at it doesn't mean her body isn't still orgasmic all on it's own.
"I know I do... Hey that choking thing is new. You getting into a little BDSM suddenly? Do you want to hurt me some more? That was...different. Interesting. I could get into it if that's what you need right now."
"I know I do... Hey that choking thing is new. You getting into a little BDSM suddenly? Do you want to hurt me some more? That was...different. Interesting. I could get into it if that's what you need right now."
His question and the suggestion that he might be okay with rougher than normal sex shakes her out of her afterglow. She stares at him, more than just a bit conflicted. She's not doing BDSM. She doesn't want to hurt him, she wants him to bleed and to die. It isn't the same thing at all.
"No."
She softens a bit and remembers who she's supposed to be. "No... that isn't what I need. I didn't mean to hurt you."
It's absolutely no fun she realizes, if he likes it.
"No."
She softens a bit and remembers who she's supposed to be. "No... that isn't what I need. I didn't mean to hurt you."
It's absolutely no fun she realizes, if he likes it.
He nods, rubbing at his throat a bit. "Okay...well, you ready for round three? Because from the sounds of it, you at the very least liked that, if not needed it. Do you feel more anchored in your body again?"
Does he almost seem... disappointed? She can't tell... but who would willingly let someone hurt them while having sex? It's not like Ana and Wade are her parents... She takes a breath though, and nods her head, pushing the little nag of how much better it could have been if he'd just died out of her mind.
"I did need that. I definitively needed it that."
She offers a bit of a smile. "And kinda still need it."
"I did need that. I definitively needed it that."
She offers a bit of a smile. "And kinda still need it."
She may not be able to kill him, or rather, to try and kill him but instead really, really hurt him...but no one can say that Wade doesn't make the next twenty four hours or so memorable at least. Hell, since she can't regenerate, he probably wears her out a few times, and picks back up after she has a chance to eat, drink, and rest. He may be unknowingly increasing her obsession with him, and her psychotic rage at every other man she finds to sleep with that isn't him - who she wants to kill, and fuck, and kill again. But Deadpool? Being responsible for more death in the world? Perish the thought. When she leaves, she virtually has to hobble away.
But she does get her X-gene, there's no doubt about that. She has the makings of her next incarnation, one that is as strong and regenerates as quickly as he does. She can leave with visions of being able to fuck and kill him in an infinite loop without ever growing tired now. Wade has helped her create a new insane unkillable menace to the world - he has in effect created a true Lady Deadpool for this universe. And he doesn't even realize it.
Because what he has is a note scribbled in a shaky hand, accusing him of choosing Analise again. A cruel, vicious note that speaks only truth and tears out his heart. She was unable to stab him to death on this particular mission, but her words masquerading as Anna cut deeper than any knife. He'd thought he'd been helping but...now she was gone, forever. And she didn't want him to follow.
In the months following, did the world notice Deadpool's absence as he wallowed in his own despair? Perhaps. Did they miss him? Less likely. But the world had yet to realize that a new threat was growing that made Deadpool look like a hero in comparison. Annette would be everything that Deadpool used to be, before he grew as a human being and became better. Before he actually did become, in a select few's eyes, a hero. Only she would have the face of an angel, so no one would ever suspect her until it was too late...
But she does get her X-gene, there's no doubt about that. She has the makings of her next incarnation, one that is as strong and regenerates as quickly as he does. She can leave with visions of being able to fuck and kill him in an infinite loop without ever growing tired now. Wade has helped her create a new insane unkillable menace to the world - he has in effect created a true Lady Deadpool for this universe. And he doesn't even realize it.
Because what he has is a note scribbled in a shaky hand, accusing him of choosing Analise again. A cruel, vicious note that speaks only truth and tears out his heart. She was unable to stab him to death on this particular mission, but her words masquerading as Anna cut deeper than any knife. He'd thought he'd been helping but...now she was gone, forever. And she didn't want him to follow.
In the months following, did the world notice Deadpool's absence as he wallowed in his own despair? Perhaps. Did they miss him? Less likely. But the world had yet to realize that a new threat was growing that made Deadpool look like a hero in comparison. Annette would be everything that Deadpool used to be, before he grew as a human being and became better. Before he actually did become, in a select few's eyes, a hero. Only she would have the face of an angel, so no one would ever suspect her until it was too late...
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