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)
Nira could feel the house screaming to life, the prospect of new pain and misery for it to absorb into it's never ending cavern of horror. Nira didn't know what that said about her since she was more then willing to comply to the demented needs of the house, as long as what she wanted was given in return.
"Morning will be here fast, you should get some rest." Nira's voice was soft and calming amongst the harsh storm raging inside his mind.
Tate rolled his eyes as he put the last gun under the bed. "I saw myself spending that last few hours alive with you."
Nira smiled at him, "You'll have all of eternity to do that." She pushed herself on Tate, pinning him to the mattress.
Tate wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body tighter to him. "It can't start soon enough."
Nira placed a lingering kiss on his lips before pulling away. "How are you going to kill my dad?"
Tate groaned before rolling her off him. "So the time I have left will be going on about this?"
Nira pouted at him, manipulating him to feel guilt. "I'm trying to vicariously live through you." She made sure to emphasize the word 'live'.
Tate pushed himself up, leaning against the head board. "I have a special death in store for him."
Nira placed her head in his lap, closing her eyes as she felt him stroke her hair. "Will he feel pain?"
"Excruciating pain." His response was cold and callous.
Nira pulled the bottom of his shirt up with her teethe, licking and nipping at the exposed skin.
Tate ran his fingers through her hair, tangling his fingers deep in the locks. "What are you doing?"
She knelt on the bed, her mouth never leaving his body. Hands skillfully undoing his pants, hand sneaking in taking hold of him in her hand. "Making your last few hours alive with me enjoyable."
Nira ran her tongue up his length, delighted when she felt it twitch, his hips thrusting in response.
Tate made a sound that was a moan and a growl mixed. "You don't have to suck my cock for me to enjoy your company."
Tate clenched the sheets, squinting his eyes shut when she took the head of his cock in her mouth, tongue swirling and lapping at the tip.
She slowly suctioned her lips around him, pulling away making a loud pop when he broke free from her mouth. "Well if you want I can stop."
This was a seductive side, playful and teasing that Tate had never seen and was growing fond of quickly. Nira was dragging her nail across his vein, fascinated how she felt his pulse. "I wonder if it will still pulsate and be hot when he's dead."
Tate gripped her hair, thrusting himself into her mouth. "I will kill you again if you stop."
I miss the pull of your heart
I could taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God, when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
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