Title: We Were Born To Die
Raiting: M
Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.
A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)
The man began to struggle more and more trying to break free from the teenagers who were about to be his undoing.
Nira began to turn and twist the blade inside him. "Now see what I mean about a serrated blade being no good?" As she slowly inched it out she began to saw at the flesh as it was in him. "Feel that ragged pull? It's not smooth or precise, I mean look at the mess this is making in your stomach."
Tate began to laugh as he watched the mans useless attempts to get away, the more he struggled the more his wounds bled. Tate was lost in all the blood, it pooled in-between Nira's legs where she straddled him, it cascaded down the side of the man like a waterfall. Tate unconsciously licked his lips as he watched Nira use her fingers to tear open at his flesh, using her nails to rip in deeper.
"Your lucky I don't have my knife set, I would have had you disemboweled by now, you watching helplessly as is pull your intestines out." Frustration was seeping from the comment. She was already getting bored.
She looked at him, she didn't have much time before he went into shock and inevitably died. She wanted to inflict one last horrific memory on him, the last thing he would see and feel before his untimely demise.
"He wanted to fuck you Nira. He was going to force you to take him. The only way he could feel like a man is by forcing his limp dick inside of you." Tate's look showed if she didn't finish him he would. Tate did not take to kindly to the idea of someone else touching her, he never was one who was good about sharing things that belonged to him.
Nira smiled as she climbed down his body, her eyes never leaving Tate's. She fought back the urge to laugh when she felt his body shudder from the sobs he was releasing as she unhooked his belt. His body went limp in self-defeating as she began to unbutton his jeans, excruciatingly slow unzipping the jeans.
"What's wrong baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" She cooed out as she pulled his penis from his underwear.
Tate began to growl at the site of her holding him, even if it was flaccid and small. "Finish what your going to do now." Tate watched on, jaw clenched as his fists balled up, knuckles turning white.
Nira rolled her eyes, but was even more excited inside by his jealousness. She looked deep in his eyes and blew him a kiss as she began to use the serrated blade to saw off his cock. The mans eye's shot open in horror as he felt the blade rip and pull at the tender skin, she pulled viciously at it not even waiting for the blade to cut it off. She handed the knife to Tate as she pulled off the loose member from what little remainder of flesh and tissue that was holding it together like tender, loose meat on a bone. Tate lost himself to his blood lust thrusting the knife into the mans chest, stomach, face, over and over, blood covering Tate's face and hair. He laughed hysterically like a demon possessed child lost in the fascination of all the blood.
Nira was completely lost to the rush of the adrenaline, she felt the darkness from Tate creep into her, overwhelming her already heightened state. Her body was tingling, each stab of the blade felt like his lips kissing all the sensitive spots on her neck. Each time she saw that sparkle of light in his eye she felt her stomach drop and intensity burn in-between her legs. She lost herself to the high, it was unlike no other. Her hand began to travel up her stomach, to her chest, pinching her already hard nipple. She bit her lip as she imagined it was his hands on her. Her other hand desperately rubbing at her jeans, frustrated at the lack of friction from the rough material.
It was at this time Tate looked up, snapped from what he was doing to the site presented before him. Her forehead was wrinkled as her face was pouted in frustration, as her hands were desperately attacking her body. Because of him, what he had been doing, what they had did together. It was justifiable, to a point the thought. It didn't matter, he was lucky that's all he got. Had Tate been prepared it would have lasted much longer and had been even more excruciating then the taste of hell Nira administered.
When Nira's eyes hazily parted enough she saw Tate was no longer by the body. Suddenly she felt him pressed behind her, face buried into her neck attacking every sensitive spot. He instinctively knew every spot that would drive her crazy, which one would cause what response. They had only just kissed for the first time hours ago, but who they were now on the beach were not the same as the ones in the basement. They both had fully embraced the darkness and were now being rewarded for their service. They just hadn't realized it yet.