Well, well, well! I bet you guys were not expecting another chapter to Strawberry Temptations, huh? I had an amazing idea for another lemon and I finally got some time to type it up! Hoo boy, you guys are going to love it. Don't worry, it still has to do with some form of strawberries... ;) It follows the alternate ending, the one where Krystal lives. This one is a lot dirtier, I will warn you. Rated M for a reason!

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"Come on, Michael…try some!"

It was another quiet night in the mostly empty Myers household. Things had been normal for Michael, except for the fact that he now lived with a young woman that he had grown to care for. Not to mention his own child. Krystal Brown was speaking to him now, glancing at him with her big chocolate eyes that contrasted against the pink carton of ice cream she sat in her lap. Leisurely sitting on the bed, she held a spoon in her hand and shoveled more of the sugary confection into her mouth. Her eyes lit up happily, tasting the sweet flavorings on her tongue.

Michael watched her silently, sitting in the old rocking chair situated in his old bedroom. His obsidian eyes studied her, gazing at her desirable form. Her long brown hair fell about her face as she moved to collect more ice cream. She flipped her hair back behind her shoulders, leaving her breasts and an ample amount of cleavage exposed. He stared at her breasts lustfully, remembering when they'd last made good use of his old bed.

Michael's eyes trailed back up to her face and he was slightly surprised when he saw her looking at him. She threw him a flirty grin, well aware he had been staring. Krystal then gave a 'come hither' gaze, goading him to come near. Michael complied, slowly rising from the chair and taking a spot beside her. She leaned into him, relaxing against his firm chest. Michael instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, letting his hand rest on her hip.

Krystal continued to eat the ice cream, shoveling more between her rosy lips. Her eyes lifted to meet his once more, "Try some, Michael. It's yummy!"

Michael stared at the confection with scrutiny. Over the time they'd spent together, Krystal had eventually gotten Michael to eat real food, which pleased her. Michael was unsure of how long exactly they had known one another, but he estimated it around a year. Krystal jokingly scolded him, saying, "Men never keep track of that!" She would then proceed to re-inform him it had been a year and three months to be exact. Michael always grunted in annoyance, never one to remember things like that.

"Come on, Michael…you'll like it. Its strawberry flavored." She said again, trying to make the confection sound more enticing.

Seeing Michael have no response, Krystal set the spoon she held aside, dipping a finger into the sugariness, scooping up a small amount of ice cream. Once more, their eyes locked, and Krystal's finger journeyed to her lips. She sucked her finger clean of the liquid then slowly slipped it free.

Michael's eyes widened in interest, abruptly tugging her closer to his body. The sudden motion shocked Krystal, making her jump and drop the carton of ice cream. She squeaked, turning her head to give Michael an accusing glare. After looking at him, she broke into a small laugh.

The Shape gave her a questioning stare, provoking her to respond between giggles, "I got ice cream on your mask!"

Michael began to push her off, in attempts to see his mask. Krystal grabbed hold of his forearms, turning around to face him. She sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her face neared his own, mere inches apart.

Michael stared at her silently, unsure of what she was trying to do. Krystal grinned slyly, "I'll get it off, Michael."

With that, she leaning forward, planting a kiss on his mask. She kissed the left cheek, licking up the excess ice cream. Then to the other cheek, doing the same. Now that she thought about it, it was a good thing she had convinced Michael to clean his mask off a few days ago. Her lips trailed up to the bridge of his nose, kissing away the sugary treat. Krystal slowly and teasingly moved down to his mask's lips. Michael however, was far too impatient, grabbing her face and forcing their lips together.

Krystal moaned in anticipation, breaking their lips apart, ripping his mask off of his face. Krystal moaned in anticipation, breaking their lips apart, ripping his mask off of his face. She reached over, dipping her fingers into the ice cream. She gently ran her fingers across his lips, smirking as she saw Michael shiver unintentionally from the cold sensation. Running her tongue over his scarred lips, Krystal tasted the sweet strawberry, wiping Michael's mouth clean. It was delicious and Krystal was starved for more, nibbling on his sugary lips.

Her hands maneuvered down to the zipper on his suit, sliding it down devilishly slow. Michael pushed her hands out of the way, unzipping it rapidly on his own. Krystal let out another giggle, Michael was never patient when it came to intimacy. He shrugged out of the sleeves with just enough time before Krystal pounced on him again.

The pads of her fingers doused themselves in the soft cream once more, and she placed them on his chiseled chest. Her fingers trekked around his entire body, and Michael groaned from the sensations. The ice cream had begun to slide down his body, prompting Michael to take the rest of his suit off, as to not get it dirty. He felt the blood rushing to his member as the confection began to reach his pelvis. Krystal's alluring motions left thin, pink trails across his pectorals and abs, eventually leading to a small thatch of dark curls below his waist. She stopped her ministrations, unsure if she should continue.

"Michael…can I?" She asked timidly. Michael had pleasured her before many times, but never had she done the same for him.

He nodded without a word and his breaths became labored with anticipation. Krystal crouched over and began to devour the substance that drenched her murdering lover's body. She licked, nipped, and sucked the planes of his chest as her ice cream coated hands softly stroked his hard dick.

Krystal finally lowered herself to her kneel and she settled her eyes on the massive erection pointing upward. Michael's obsidian eyes lustfully watched as she used her talented tongue to swirl around the head of his cock, mixing his pre cum with the strawberries. He let out a low groan and his eyes began to shut from the bliss. The silkiness of the appendage traveled to the underside of his penis, trailing lightly, teasing him. Krystal's warm tongue vastly enhanced his stiffness, and he felt his head roll backwards in ecstasy.

Not being able to take anymore of her teasing, Michael impatiently pushed her lips to his head.

Krystal slowly licked his frenulum, making Michael shudder. She then enveloped the head with her warm mouth. She started out slow, sucking lightly. The brunette beauty toyed with him, using her hand to gently knead his sac and her head bobbed up and down simultaneously. She sucked hard as she moved her soft lips over the length his shaft, coating it with her saliva and enveloping him completely. Unconsciously, the masked murderer of Haddonfield intertwined his hands in her thick, chocolate locks and bucked hard and fast into her mouth. Animalistic grunts and growls filled the room as she pleasured him.

Michael grabbed Krystal, suddenly tugging her away in a motion that flipped her onto her back. He nearly launched himself on her, planting a passionate kiss on her rosy lips. The each kiss was even longer and more passionate then the last, and Krystal kissed him back with the same fire. His tongue glided on her lips, goading her to open her mouth. Michael eagerly made his tongue roam her mouth, savoring every little detail. Krystal moaned into the kiss, tugging at his hair. He broke the kiss, and went down to her ivory neck, nipping at the delicate skin.

In a swift and rapid motion, in mere seconds, Krystal was naked as her clothes were tossed to the ground.

Michael started off by trailing his kisses down to Krystal's breasts. He stuck his tongue out, slowly licking the melting ice cream off her left breast. He swirled his tongue around her hard, rosy nipple and popped it in his mouth, sucking on it in a slightly rough manner. Krystal let out gasps as her hands continued to wound themselves in Michael's hair. Michael licked her left breast clean and repeated this action with her right breast, making sure he licked every inch of ice cream off her body.

He bent down as his tongue made its way to her stomach, licking off the trail of ice cream. Krystal's wetness was continuing to grow between her legs. It grew more and more, the closer Michael got. Michael wasted no time as he pressed his face into her, taking in her sweet scent. He separated her folds with his long tongue, and dug in. Krystal gasped loudly once his tongue had finally made contact with her burning core.

Michael suddenly stopped his ministrations, eliciting a cry from Krystal. He reached his hands over to the carton, dipping a finger into the confection. He drizzled it across her core, making Krystal moan from the sensations. He continued to lap up her juices, licking every nook and cranny of her, just as he had done with the ice cream. Michael darted his tongue in and out of her.

Suddenly, Krystal let out her loudest moan yet, crying out for more.

Michael had started sucking on her clit.

Krystal couldn't take it anymore. She brought his face up to her own and captured him in a kiss. Michael slipped his skilled tongue into her mouth. Krystal tasted herself on his tongue and she sighed deeply into his mouth.

"Oh…Michael, please…I need you now!" She moaned, biting his lip.

Michael quickly complied, aligning their centers and sealing the moan that came from her mouth with a kiss. He gave her another, fierce kiss as he pushed himself inside her, both moans of pleasure melting into the others mouth. He placed his palms onto the bed to prop himself up. He maintained eye contact with her started to grind his hips slowly against hers, sinking into her with every thrust. She dug her nails into his firm upper arms and held him to her. The slow rhythm was torture for both of them, both bodies demanding more. Michael held back though, he wanted her to plead for him, to beg for him, being the devilish murderer he was.

Krystal quickly noticed he was toying with her, and it didn't take long before she put her legs around his waist and began to buck her hips to her own rhythm, urging him on. Michael smirked, seeing she caught on. He gave in to her, pushing his face into her neck as his thrusts got faster and harder. He heard her gasp as he began to kiss her neck, suckling on the skin there. She was digging her hands into his back, maintaining the body contact. He could feel her breasts rub against his chest as he continued to dive into her.

She tried to convey her pleasure through words but only managed to pant his name before succumbing back to moaning.

His thrusts got harder and deeper but he slowed down. He thrust himself fully into her and held himself there, liking the way she threw back her head in ecstasy at this. He did this again, letting his length rather than his speed please her. Her panting got more frantic. He knew she was reaching orgasm, could see her body beginning to shake.

He thrust into her twice more, both times holding his body against hers. The second time he felt her close around him, heard his name screamed, saw her body tense. The orgasm ploughed through her system, leaving her breathless and weak. Lights danced before her eyes as she felt him plunge into her again. It only took him a few more fast thrust for his orgasm to follow hers. He grunted and moaned, reaching for her breasts as he exploded within her. She pulled his face in for a kiss and he eagerly kissed her back, both of them satisfied.

He pulled out of her slowly and rolled next to her on the bed. Krystal turned and wrapped herself into him, one arm rubbing slowly against his chest. They were both breathing heavily, feeling each other's sweat on them. He put his arm around her shoulders and held her close.

"It's a good thing we had Maria watch Annabelle tonight isn't it?" She whispered, still breathing heavily.

She heard Michael chuckle quietly in response, tightening his hold on her.

After a few seconds, Michael jumped slightly, feeling something cold on his chest. He glanced down at it, and then to Krystal. Her eyes were playful, as she tried to hold back a laugh.

Michael smirked deviously, grabbing Krystal and sitting her on top of him.

"Ready for round two, are we?"

The small amount of strawberry ice cream that had landed on Michael's chest was quickly devoured.

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Oh baby! Who else is having a cold sweat? ;)

Did you guys enjoy that? Heh heh. I did… XD So, that was probably the final addition to Strawberry Temptations, unless I can find another strawberry food for them to enjoy…suggestions maybe? ;)

Also, while we're on the topic of Michael and Krystal, I'm planning on editing Notes from a Killer. I've been looking back and holy crap…I didn't realize my chapters were so crappy. So yeah, if you ever go back and re-read, some things may or may not have changed...chapters may be longer. Not sure when exactly I will start doing this, however.

Hope you liked! Reviews please :)

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