"What tha fuck is Haus chewin' on? He aint lettin' it go!" Mac bellowed, trying to yank the bloody unrecognizable cloth from his dog's mouth.
Kristy entered the living room to find them playing tug of war with the pair of blood soaked underwear she had thrown away earlier that morning. She doubled over with cackling laughter as Mac tried to wrestle the torn formerly white cotton panties from the playfully growling mastiff.
"Drop it motherfucker!" he yelled at the dog, cursing when the mutt actually listened and sent him flying backward onto the floor.
"The panties I ruined in my sleep last night when I started ragging." she chuckled in reply as she watched Haus lick Mac's face.
The audible gag that left him only made her laugh harder as he pushed the beast away from him and dropped the cloth like it was toxic.
"S'plains why ya been a fuckin' crazy bitch tha last couple a days." he growled while getting up off the floor and rushing into the kitchen. "I reckon that means ya aint knocked up neither."
"I'm on birth control, I was just fucking with you. You deserved it." she told him humorously, watching while he scrubbed his hands in the sink.
"I have to admit I thought it would take a lot more than a little vag blood to gross you out, I'm kind of disappointed." she teased as he added more dish soap.
"vete para la verga!" fuck off! he hissed over his shoulder before leaning over the sink to run his soapy hands over his face.
She couldn't help the proud little smile that lit her face. In the week that followed the pool party Mac had all but moved in unofficially. They had developed a routine. Wake up, sex, breakfast, work, lunch break sex, work, dinner, bar, sex, sleep, repeat. In between she'd been working on teaching Mac Spanish. He had of course wanted to learn the swear words first.
With both of them accustomed to being alone. Spending that much time together resulted in at least one fight a day. Some ending in blood, some in fucking, some in both. But no matter what they fought about that day they always ended up in her bed at the end of the night, curled up together.
"Lock your monster up, we need to get to work. Grab the toaster too, I want it fixed so I can have toast with breakfast tomorrow." she ordered, eyeing the poor machine she had found Mac "fixing" when she'd gotten home last night.
She'd entered the kitchen to find its parts sprawled out on the floor. And Mac all tweaked out trying to do god knows what with them. Kristy had taken to putting a controlled amount of her own stuff in his food and favorite drinks to balance out his recreational drug of choice. It seemed to be working so far. He was sleeping, eating, and not being any more violent than was normal for Mac.
"Fuck yer toaster!" Mac yelled from behind the towel, drying his face.
"Ummm you did. You fucked it all up right to hell, that's why it won't work! Maybe if you fixed the air conditioner while you're bugging out I wouldn't bitch so much from being hot all the time!" she snapped, just itching to smack him.
She settled instead to bang the refrigerator door into his toweled face as she grabbed their lunches.
"Watch'et bitch!" he roared, pushing the door back into her.
"You watch it asshole." she shot back, slamming the door shut and putting the bags on the counter.
"And your ass is toast if you don't fix what you screwed up." she snarled, grabbing the back of his neck to smash her lips against his before giving his bottom one a nip and pulling away.
Mac followed her out of the house towards the car. Making mocking faces behind her back as she bitched about something while he didn't even listen.
"I know what you're doing, I have eyes in the back of my head!" she yelled, making him stick his tongue out at her. "Put it back in your mouth before I cut it off." she threatened without turning around.
"Dad we're short two cases of Corona." Devon called from the stockroom, recounting quickly again just to make sure.
"What am I gonna do besides kill the delivery guy? Last week it was the Coors Light!" Walter muttered, shaking his head.
"Also, there was a phone call from that lab this morning. They're shipping out the results today, they said it should be here in roughly two weeks." Devon notified him, tapping his pen against the clipboard.
Walter nodded, having almost forgotten that little detail about Krystal.
"If it turns out you are her father. Then what?" Devon asked, trying not to look too interested by absentmindedly drawing circles on the inventory sheet.
Walter shrugged, looking around the room. "Nothing. Either way she doesn't need to know." he answered before leaving to pick up the ringing office phone.
The vein in Devon's forehead bulged. She'd never know. Which meant Mac would never know either. He'd never know he was just as sick as the little brother he taunted for being in love with his own sister. The sinister light that he'd spent many practiced years in the world outside of Cainville concealing came to his eyes as he returned to his task.
"Git tha fuck offa me. It aint happ'nin while yer gushin' blood!" Mac snapped, pushing Kristy back when she tried to unzip his suit after lunch.
"Yeah okay, very funny." she scoffed at the idea of Mac turning down sex.
She reached for him again only to have her hand smacked away.
"No means no goddamnit!" he told her, stomping back into the cave, leaving her slack jawed in disbelief.
"That's real ironic coming from you of all people!" she yelled as she chased after him.
With a running start she tackled him onto the dingy mattress, quickly reaching for a length of wire from a pile nearby. An epic struggle ensued as Mac proved difficult to restrain when sober.
"Don't you fucking tell me no after how many times I said it while you ignored me." she growled in his face once his wrists were strung up above his head.
"M'gon bust yer face in once I get loose." he promised, kicking out at her with his booted feet.
An evil smile spread over her face as she began to take her clothes off.
"Thanks for the idea, I think I'll bust all over your face first." she cackled as she removed her tampon and dangled it cruelly close to his face to watch him squirm before tossing it away into a trash bin.
His struggling and cursing only made her laugh harder as she backed her rear end closer to his face.
"Bite me too hard and you'll get a punch in the balls. Understand?" she growled over her shoulder, bracing her hands on his stomach.
Mac's profane answer was cut off by pink pussy grinding into his open mouth, his words vibrating against her flesh.
"Eat it!" she commanded, smacking his clothed erection when his mouth clamped shut and he tried to turn his head to the side.
Mac winced in pain and reluctantly obeyed, parting his lips. Delving his tongue into her hot red channel, thrusting in and out. Fucking her with his tongue.
He was surprised to find it didn't taste horrible, very similar to when he'd given her the scabbed marks on her inner thigh that were rubbing against his cheek as her hips ground down into him. It was all psychological.
She sat back on his face, spine arching when he teased her clit to swell.
"That nasty mouth of yours was made for eating pussy." she growled while reaching back to run her fingers through his hair.
"My pussy." she corrected, her proclamation turning into a breathy inhale when he started sucking at her hooded nub.
He made her moan his name when he brought his teeth into the equation. Lightly scraping them along her oversensitive spot. She retaliated with a drag of her nails up the length of his covered hand on, his groan radiating through her.
"Do that again." she panted, riding his face without regard to whether he could breathe.
Mac's tongue was aching. His face covered in her blood and juices. He was about to start praying for her to come when she practically smothered him to death. Jamming her mound against his mouth, fisting a hand in his hair. Her scream and the rush of wetness leaking into his mouth told him she'd gotten hers. Anger gave way to pride as she collapsed on him with her cheek resting on his throbbing member. Giving him a front row view of the results of all his hard work.
"Cut me loose so's I can fuck that gory cunt." he rasped, grinding himself up into her face.
She let out a satisfied chuckle. Her cheek brushing against the rigid sausage in his pants, making his dick twitch.
"What happened to "no"?" she sarcastically inquired, rising onto her knees and reaching between her legs for his zipper.
"What happened at one time only?" he shot back smugly, only to have his confident look wiped off his face when her hot breath hit his naked cock.
"You were right." she whispered against his throbbing length.
"I couldn't stop after the first time. I'm a Mac addict." she admitted playfully, licking him from base to tip.
She smiled when his breath hitched and his hips lifted off the ground to follow her retreating tongue.
Mac's head went flying back against the mattress when she engulfed his length in her damaged mouth. A strained whine left him when she hollowed out her cheeks and slowly drug her mouth upwards. Teasing him with her searing suction. She knew how much he liked the feel of her rough scar tissue dragging along his stiff prick. Even more so how much it turned him on to watch her damaged mouth in action. She repeated her fast downward, slow upward teasing until he was growling at her for his release and angry at her for toying with him.
With one last taunting wiggle of her sopping slit in his face she reached into the pocket of his coveralls, flicking open his knife to cut him loose. As soon as he was free Mac pushed her off, hand wrapping around her ankle before she could run away and tease him further. Pulling her backwards he pinned her underneath him. Yanking her hips upward he slammed himself inside her before moving to lay his chest against her back, wrapping his hands around her outstretched wrists.
"Say yer mine." he growled into her ear while he pounded away, secretly enjoying the feel of her pressed against him rather than detachedly fucking her with only minimal contact like he used to do the whores and his victims.
"No." she finally hissed after he yanked her hair at her defiant silence.
Mac wound her hair around his wrist, forcing her up off her hands. Keeping her back flush against his chest, straightening them until both were kneeling. He pulled her hair, forcing her head back and to the side, making her meet his bloodstained lips. Forcing her to taste herself with a demanding shove of his tongue.
A deep moan rolled into his mouth when his hips retracted and thrust forward. The new position wedging his cock firmly against her rough patch of inner flesh. Her lids fluttered as her eyes rolled back into her skull, another sound of appreciation escaping into his mouth.
Letting her hair go to snake his arm around her waist he fit her closer to him if it were possible. After releasing her lips his face rested just behind her ear. While his other hand came to clutch her slender neck possessively. "Yer gonna say it one day."
"N-never." she stammered, clenching her insides around him, making him suck in a sharp breath of air.
Mac's hand squeezed her throat in response. Teeth digging into the back of her neck in ownership as he thrust into her brutally. Each stab knocking into her spot and pushing what little breath his grip allowed in, out of her lungs.
Something different was happening. The pressure was centered deeper inside her. The pleasure pain aches seemed to radiate through her entire body and not just her core.
"Mac?" she whimpered, unsure, wrapping an arm around the one encasing her middle, a little afraid of this new sensation that was rapidly building every time he thrust home.
When she no longer pressed her ass back into his harsh thrusts and he felt her tissues begin to swell around him Mac doubled his pace, violently slamming into her tightening wet flesh, making her free hand fly to his hair as his mouth moved to her shoulder.
One particularly rough push against her g spot made her choke on the scream that wanted to rip from her throat. Her body relaxed on its own accord and the spasms hit her so hard she couldn't even breathe, rolling through her while a shocking amount of liquid came gushing down her thighs.
Mac had to tighten his hold on her as her body thrashed wildly in his grip. He thought she was having a seizure for half a second before her iron muscles squeezed his cock and spurt after spurt of hot liquid soaked the mattress under their knees.
He didn't even have to thrust. Her spasming body did all the work of milking him as his balls drew up and the pleasure that had been building at the base of his spine exploded. Sending his own gush rushing inside her to drip out down along her inner thighs.
Kristy was still trembling after they collapsed onto their sides, Mac's twitching cock still inside her. He hooked his chin over her shoulder, wrapping both of his arms around her. Keeping her tightly pressed against him as he waited for her shaking to subside.
"What.. the fuck was that?" she breathed out unsteadily, still having trouble performing the simple act.
"Made ya squirt." he mumbled sleepily in her ear with a proud grin, nuzzling the side of his face into her neck.