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Chapter 14:

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Within two days the girl was claiming to be fine but it was still far too risky. She needed to heal completely before I put my hands anywhere near or inside her vagina or else she could possibly get infected. It was the longest she had gone without sex since she had met me it seemed to be a quite a strain on the poor little slut. It was a strain on me as well but perhaps it was for the best. As much as I hungered for her, my feelings weren't quite the same as they used to be. That night at the hotel had shaken them and I wasn't sure if they would ever settle.

Soon the girl was well enough to go out. We went for strolls or shopping or out to eat. I treated her the same as I always did, with every kind of intimacy and affection, and yet the girl seemed to sense it was partly pretence. With every day that passed I could tell she was becoming worried. She knew something was wrong with me but she had stopped asking about it, as if afraid to aggravate it and make it worse. Instead she tried her hardest to act like everything was fine, laughing over wine at dinner, flirting dirtily, touching me with her feet under the table. She seemed to think that sex would solve everything and maybe she was right. Maybe all it would take was the taste of her to remind me how much I loved her.

But what if it didn't?

That was the fear that grew inside me. Sex had solved every issue we'd ever had in our relationship. Sex or rape, either way. But this felt different. What if I had sex with her and nothing changed? I still loved her, I was positive of that. Every night I would cuddle her and kiss her and touch her everywhere but between her legs. But what if I didn't want to be with her anymore? What if I had to much self-respect to share my life with this mindless rape-crazed slut who's feelings for me were likely no stronger than a pair of handcuffs that could be unlocked at will?

It was frustrating because I knew it was all based on nothing. Nothing had changed. No matter what had occurred in that hotel room, Ms Swan was still Ms Swan. She was still exactly the same girl I had fallen in love with and the same girl who had fallen in love with me. All these doubts and uncertainties were only in my head. But somehow they had infiltrated my heart as well and now I wasn't sure if even sex could make them go away.

By Thursday night it had been a full week. Bella had been walking fine for days and she was becoming increasingly desperate. So desperate that she had almost given up trying to seduce me, too afraid of yet another rebuff. Meanwhile it had been over a week since I had fed last and to keep my mind off the relationship I decided it was time. I generally preferred to feed spontaneously, like from that girl at the gas station in Port Angeles, or that veterinarian woman our first night in Seattle, but this time I had to resort to an online dating site.

I was sitting on the bed in our bedroom, clad in shorts and a tanktop, and I was browsing dating profiles idly on a laptop, wondering which woman would be the tastiest. My own profile had been completely blown up with offers, so I had my pick of virtually all of them. Bella was in the bathroom and I hoped she wouldn't make an attempt to seduce me tonight. I wasn't ready yet. After I fed, maybe. Maybe it'll be different then. But I needed to be ready. I needed to know the sex would solve everything before I could actually do it. Because if I did it and it solved nothing…what then?

I sighed and found myself staring at a certain profile pic. She was pale and darkhaired and she looked a lot like what Bella might look like at twenty-eight years old. Her name was Nicole. I had already messaged her a few times and she was mostly certainly interested. I was too. She had she same dark eyes as Bella. The same pale throat. Excitement began to stir inside me as I imagined clutching that throat and choking it and biting into her face before snapping her neck for how badly she'd hurt me that night at the hotel. Bella, not Nicole. But killing this Nicole girl would be fun too.

I was examining the unlucky woman's profile more closely when Bella came back into the room. I noticed movement in the doorway and looked up and quickly did a double take. She was wearing nothing but black high heels, black panties, and a seductive smile on her fully makeuped face.

A jolt of lust hit me in my pussy.

Holy fuck.

She saw the expression on my face and her own smile went even more seductive.

"Hey there," she said.

My mouth was open in surprise and now I closed it and chuckled and gave her costume—or lack of—a once over with my eyes. "Wow," I said. "What are you wearing that for?"

"To seduce you, silly," she said, sauntering forward in her heels with an extremely deliberate swing in her hips.

My heart clenched as a confusing flood of emotions washed over me. She moved so well in those heels. She must've practiced in the bathroom, the clumsy thing. I wanted her so bad but at the same time I couldn't. I didn't know what to say. She was climbing into the bed with that smile of hers and she leaned against me, pressing her naked breasts to my shoulder, and reached into my lap.

Oh god.

The touch of her fingers to the front of my shorts was like pulling the pin on a grenade. A great burst of excitement exploded through my body and she leaned again to lick my neck.

"I want you tonight," she whispered. "I can't wait anymore."

She licked again and took my earlobe between her lips. She moaned and the sound vibrated in my ear. But as powerful as the seduction was I found myself in capable of returning it.

I turned my head aside and chuckled awkwardly.

"Bella," I said.

"What?" she whispered, still trying to kiss my neck.

She pushed her fingers at my pussy, cause a shiver to ripple over my body, but I took her hand and forced it away gently. She finally leaned back and looked at me with the beginnings of hurt and rejection in her gorgeous dark eyes. I smiled to try and soften the rebuff.

"Not yet, okay?" I told her. "We have to make sure you're one hundred percent."

She frowned worriedly. "I am, Victoria," she insisted. "I've been fine for days. Come on, let's just…"

She went to kiss my neck again. I felt her lips touch there and I closed my eyes for a moment, my heart aching, my vagina throbbing. The softness of her breast was brushing against my arm and I wanted so badly to give up. To simply grab her and take her and hope for the best.

But I knew I wasn't ready yet and I quickly went to disengage her. Gently.

She sat back and looked at me sadly. I smiled and cupped her face.

"Not tonight, baby," I said. "It's too soon."

She bit her lip and didn't reply. She didn't want to give up but she didn't want to embarrass herself anymore either. I smiled again to set her at ease and wrapped my arm around her to draw her close to see the laptop.

"Come, help me select my next victim," I said.

"Victim?" She looked at the screen and snorted at the web address. "Online dating? Don't tell me you're breaking up with me?"

She said it mostly as a joke but underneath it I could tell she was worried. I was worried about the same thing but now wasn't the time.

"Actually, I'm hunting," I said.

"Hunting?"

"Mmhm. It's time to feed again and what better way than to make the prey come to you?"

"Oh," she said, looking at the screen.

I checked her face to see how she'd react to the idea of me fucking and killing another woman but there was little expression at all amid all that makeup. Slight concern, perhaps. I smiled at her and wrapped my arm around her tighter while using my other hand to cycle through some of the profiles.

"It's like looking at a menu, isn't it?" I said. "Want to help me choose?"

I thought it would be a good idea to let her in on the process of hunting and feeding. It might even be fun. She shrugged out from under my arm and looked at me in a strange way with her face full of makeup and her big white tits exposed.

"Are you going to kill her?" she asked with a carefully neutral voice.

I chuckled and smiled at her. "Well, that is the point, yes."

"Oh."

"Does that disturb you?"

She shook her head quickly. "No."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded and the nod seemed to give her confidence. She smiled at me with her hands in her lap and her breasts bunched between her arms, so innocent and so decedent all at the same time. "Of course," she said. "You're a vampire. You're supposed to kill people."

I looked at her for a long moment, wondering if she really felt that way. She smiled at me some more and even blushed a little.

"Seriously, it doesn't bother me," she said. "It even turns me on a little."

I raised an eyebrow. "It does?"

She chuckled and put her arms around me, once again allowing the softness of her breasts to brush against my arm. "Of course," she said, gazing into my face. "I love how evil you can be. Like when you raped that woman who put the cast on my leg. I was a bit freaked out at the time, but even then I was so excited. You were so cruel and merciless. Like a big sexy demoness."

She leaned to my mouth and flicked her tongue against my lips in a slavish sort of gesture. I opened my lips and her tongue came inside, causing my heart to twist in a conflict of emotions. Oh god. I loved her so much, I really did.

Why then did this feel so wrong?

Her hand slipped up my tanktop and took hold of one of my breasts but I broke the kiss and chuckled and pushed the hand away gently. She was disappointed but she didn't try again, not wanting to embarrass herself even further. Instead she turned her attention back to the laptop.

"So who's the lucky girl?" she asked.

I sighed and cycled back to the profile of the woman named Nicole. "I'm not sure yet," I said, "but this is the one I had my eye on. I've already messaged her a few times and she'd be more than happy to meet me."

The girl was looking at the photograph. Noting the long dark hair, the dark eyes, the pale skin.

"She kind of looks like me," she said.

I chuckled again. "Yes, well, what can I say? I like girls with dark hair. She wants to meet up tomorrow night. Should I make a date?"

"Tomorrow? But I thought…?"

She smiled and reached into my lap and touched the inside of my thigh suggestively. Shivers of excitement rippled up my leg and into my vagina but I chuckled and shook my head and brushed the hand away.

"I think I should probably feed first," I said. "Besides, I'd rather wait until your absolutely one hundred percent. You wouldn't want an infection down there, would you?"

Not even the mention of a vaginal infection seemed to turn her off but this final rejection did. She nodded sullenly and climbed off the bed and went to go wash her face. I watched her leave the room, my chest tightening at the delicious sway of her buttocks with only a strip of black lace between them, and then she was gone.

I turned back to the lap and stared at this Nicole. I was horny and frustrated and I was greatly looking forward to raping this woman to pieces.

The girl was back in fifteen minutes, now just naked, and by then I had messaged my prey and requested her to meet me at a nice restaurant. I told Bella about it and Bella nodded and stood there and watched me shut down the laptop and fold it closed. I asked her if she was tired and she said not really. I felt really bad for how I had treated her and I told her to come closer. She did, looking at me sadly, and I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hands on her breasts. This made her smile a little and I smiled back as I leaned and licked one of her nipples. Then I closed my eyes and began to suckle at it. Her fingers wove into my hair and soon she was breathing very heavy and I had to stop. Her face was red and her smile was beaming. I asked if that would be enough to satisfy her for now and she said yes. For now.

The next night she hovered around me as I got ready for my date, slightly sullen, slightly suspicious. As if she thought my true purpose in going out was to replace her. And that might've been a little true, even if it was just for one night. The things I was going to do to this woman were the same things I could never do to Ms Swan herself.

She stayed in the bathroom while I showered, watching me, and she passed me a towel as I got out. I thanked her and dried off and then she came with me into the bedroom to help me select a dress. I went with a red one, as I always did, and she followed me again back to the bathroom while I put on some makeup. I could see her in the mirror as I applied the lipstick to my mouth. Her face had been growing darker all night as her insecurities festered and by now she was jealous enough to actually say something.

"I don't understand why you have to actually date her," she said. "Can't you just kill her?"

I smiled at her in the mirror with my newly red lips. "It's only one date," I said. "And it's fun. There's a certain thrill in seducing a girl before you kill her. Lulling her into a false sense of security. Letting her lust lead her to her doom."

She didn't answer, she just looked away. I capped the lipstick and turned to her with a smile.

"Don't be jealous," I said. "One day soon we'll be able to share, okay? Till then, you'll have to wait here."

She sighed and looked up at me. "Yeah, well," she said. "It's a good thing you're gonna kill her or else I'd have to kill her myself."

I smiled. I was quite happy at how she was responding to all this but the happiness was tainted somewhat by my flagging feelings for her. Someday soon we were going to have a great deal of fun hunting together but what if our relationship didn't last that long?

I took her face in my hands and kissed her mouth. Her lips were as soft and warm and lovely as they always were but they didn't feel mine anymore. She kissed me back and when she pulled back her eyes were wide and dark and full of earnestness, begging for something that she couldn't quite put into words.

I smiled at her and caressed her cheek and then I stepped back and posed in my dress.

"How do I look?" I asked her flirtily.

She let her eyes roam over the red material wrapped around my figure and her mouth twitched into a small smirk.

"To die for," she said.

I smiled at that and gave her another kiss quickly.

The restaurant where I had arranged to meet my date that night was uptown and moderately romantic. She had arrived early and she was sitting at the bar in a black dress with her purse in her lap. I liked the look of her right away. Shy. Reserved. She saw me approaching and did the most adorable double take. The poor thing was blown away by how gorgeous I was with my wild red hair and sexy red dress and she actually stuttered when she said hello. I disarmed her with a smile and set about flattering her in a way that made her blush like a maiden. I wasn't even lying. She really was quite beautiful in a plain kind of way. Like Bella.

Soon we were seated and I ordered a very light salad, since I would only have to regurgitate it all later. She was still very nervous and a bit of gentle probing revealed that this was her first date with another woman. She admitted it with a deep blush of shyness and excitement and I had to chuckle. Poor woman. Little did she know it would be her last date with another woman as well. She went on to mention that she had been in the closet most of her life, which explained why she was so nervous, and that she was really happy to meet me because I seemed really nice. I'm sure I did, although she may feel differently when I rip open her vagina and lick her womb.

We stayed for dessert, a wedge of cake that we shared with tiny silver forks. I let her have most of it. It was the last thing she would ever eat, after all. Aside from my pussy, of course. Most women might be a little hesitant to put out on the first date but this one clearly knew no better. She had drunk almost the whole bottle of wine and she was even more intoxicated by how she was finally on a date with another woman. In her mind everything was perfect. I watched her while she ate in the lowlight of the tablelamp. She wore earrings and a very light dusting of makeup. She caught me looking at her and smiled with the fork in her mouth, her eyes dark and sparkling. I smiled back, marvelling at how similar she looked to Bella. My love.

After she was finished I paid and offered to walk her home to her apartment. We chatted as we strolled the streets under the stars and while we chatted my thoughts turned back to Bella. I wondered if she was in bed by now. Was she upset? Was she jealous? Why was I being so distant to her? She was still the same girl she always was. Better, even. She had helped me select a victim with nothing but excitement and understanding and she was fully committed to a life together. So why was I pushing her away? Why was I so fixated on the idea that she didn't love me as much as she said she did? As much as she believed she did? Why did everything just not feel right anymore?

I found no answers by the time we got to her apartment and pretended to say goodnight on the sidewalk. She toyed with her purse and thanked me for the amazing night. I told her she was very welcome and she almost began glowing when I mentioned that the night didn't have to end just yet.

She lived alone aside from a cat and she locked the cat in the closet before we went into her bedroom. It was a little messy and she hastened to tidy up a bit, throwing pieces of clothing into a basket, kicking a pair of sneakers under the bed. Finally she chuckled and faced me, coy and excited at the same time. I cupped her face and applied a sensuous kiss onto her mouth. She made a soft sound deep inside and I could feel the heat radiating from her face. It was the first time she had ever been kissed by another woman and as I pulled back and looked into her eyes I could see it was everything she had ever dreamed. The next part would be more like a nightmare.

I kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned. Eventually she began to breathe heavily and she needed to pull away.

"Wow," she gasped, chuckling. "I never expected us to go this far on a first date. It's the first time I ever signed up for online dating. I didn't expect to get so lucky."

I smiled and cupped her face, gazing into those dark and excitement filled orbs. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you."

"Almost exactly like her."

Her brow puckered. "Who?"

I tilted my head and continued to gaze at her, smiling pensively. "My girlfriend," I said. "We've been having some problems recently. I have a bit of resentment toward her and you remind me of her a great deal so I'll have to apologize if I'm a little rough tonight."

She chuckled awkwardly as if that was supposed to be a joke that didn't get. She tried to move back but my hand was tightening in her hair. Now she was beginning to panic. She went to jerk her head back but my hand clenched on a handful of her thick dark hair.

She gave a small scream and wrenched backward.

"Let go of me," she said. "What are you doing? Let go!"

I was still staring at her and I could feel my feelings for Ms Swan being transferred into this other woman. Nicole. Her facial features twisted in fear and blended with my imagination until for a minute it was like I really did have Ms Swan's hair in my hand. Her hair in my hand and her whole body at my mercy to show her what I thought about her now.

"Stop," she was saying. "Let go. Let—!"

I cut her words off with a kiss, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Inside was nice and warm, exactly like Bella. I moaned and pushed my tongue in deeper. The woman was beginning to cry and she was trying to turn her face away.

Finally I broke the kiss and slapped her.

Hard.

The force of it shattered her cheek bone and silenced her completely. It sounded like a whipcrack. She fell down onto the floor and struggled there on her hands and knees. With her dark hair hanging over her face it could've truly been Bella down there. I felt a rush of anger and booted her in the side.

The air rushed out of her and several of her ribs broke under my foot. The kick had loosened my shoe and now I took them off and kicked her again as she tried to get up, causing her to collapse again, and then I kicked her again in the side and once more in the head.

She sobbed and curled up, coughing up blood. Some fragments of her ribs must've pierced her lungs. I pushed her onto her back with my foot and then I straddled her hips. She coughed helplessly and sobbed as I held her down. Blood was bubbling onto her mouth and she was moaning in pain and terror. I looked at her face for a little bit and then I leaned and kissed her bloodstained mouth.

The blood was hot and sweet and it made me growl into her mouth. I pushed my chest at hers, applying pressure to the shattered cage of her ribs, and she groaned in agony and continued to cough up blood. I licked it up, one hand clutched in her hair to keep her still, and then I raised up and licked my lips, smiling at her.

"Your blood isn't quite as delicious as hers," I said, "but you know what they say; a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. I could never do this to her. No matter how much I want to. No matter how disappointed I am with her. No matter how much of a whore she is."

She coughed and choked, speckles of blood spattering her pale cheeks. "Please," she gasped breathlessly. "Please."

I slapped her and slammed her head into the floor. The carpet cushioned the blow but she still whimpered in pain. I slapped her again, grinning, and then I reached down between her legs.

"Now," I said. "Let's see if you're wet."

She groaned and squirmed as my hand went under her dress and slipped into her panties. I gave her a rough fingering, stuffing my fingers into her folds, and laughed.

"Nope," I said. "Completely dry. I suppose hair color is where the similarities end. My mate, you see, would love being treated like this. Not just by me, but by anyone. That was the problem. I thought I was special to her. But it was lie. She would've submitted to anyone who broke her."

She whimpered and gagged on the blood. "Please."

"You're not even listening to me, are you?"

I stabbed my fingers into her dry vagina. She sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was still squirming and I allowed myself a smile. If only I could really do this to Bella.

Finally I removed my fingers and stood up, dragging her by the hair. She came up, coughing, and I threw her facefirst into the bed. I pulled off my dress in one smooth motion and dropped my panties as well, leaving me entirely naked aside from my shoes.

"Now," I said, "let's take your clothes off, shall we?"

"Help! Please, somebody—!"

I laughed as her screams sputtered off into a fit of coughing. "Don't try to scream. You're ribs are broken. Just relax and be a good girl and maybe it won't be so bad, okay?"

I was pulling down her panties and she did have a very nice ass. Pale, like Bella's, only a little fatter. That was okay. I gave it a slap.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please, don't…"

She was trying to crawl but I grabbed her hair and ripped at her dress with my other hand. The fabric tore and came away from her body in black scraps. She wore no bra underneath and her breasts were nice and big.

"Mmm, nice tits," I said, groping them up a little. "Not quite as perfect as Bella's, but still very fun. Come here, let me put my fingers in your mouth. This is going to hurt and I don't want you to scream."

I shoved threes fingers into her bloody mouth and then I leaned and bit into one of her fat tits.

The scream was most muffled against my fingers and I could feel her teeth clenching down on them in agony. My teeth clenched down as well and ripped a chunk of flesh out of her breast. Blood began gushing out and I started licking it, grinning and listening to her abject and muffled moans of terror.

Finally I raised up and took my fingers out of her mouth. She coughed immediately, blood spurting upwards and sprinkling my face and chest, and her terrified eyes swung to mine.

"Please," she wheezed. "Please."

I smiled at her and settled at her side like a lover. "Is that a beg of eagerness or a beg of terror?" I asked her. "It's so difficult to tell with some girls. With Bella it was always a beg of eagerness. Even when she was in terror."

I reached between her legs and began to rub her pussy. It was still completely dry and I liked the dryness. It felt cleaner. It felt like how a victim should feel.

It felt like how Bella should've felt when Heidi was doing these things to her.

But this wasn't Bella, this was Nicole. Dear sweet Nicole, newly out of the closet and enjoying her very first lesbian experience. I shoved my fingers into her violently, stabbing them like knives into her vagina, and she cried and whimpered some more.

"What about you, hm?" I murmured to her sweetly. "Will you get wet for me?"

She sobbed and choked on the blood she was coughing up. I continued raping her with my fingers and by now she really was getting wet. But it was arousal that slickened her folded. It was blood from where my fingernails had scraped up her vaginal walls.

I chuckled and removed my fingers.

"You really aren't enjoying this at all, are you?" I asked. "Oh well. I suppose I was right. There's nothing special about me at all, is there?"

I put the fingers in my mouth and closed my eyes for a moment to savor the sweetness. Then I opened them again. The woman was squirming with blood all over her face and blood leaking from her mutilated tit and suddenly I was very lonely. This woman wasn't Bella. This was just some woman.

That's when the realization came to me. It came in a soft glow that spread from my heart outwards to the rest of my body. The realization that it was never supposed to be me who was special. It was supposed to be her. Bella. She was the special one. Not me. And certainly not this squirming pile of meat beneath me.

I snorted at her and wrapped my hand around her throat.

"You'll have to forgive me for making this quick, but suddenly I find myself quite eager to get home," I said. "I've been a fool, you see. It doesn't matter if I'm special or not. Because the only thing that's important is her. Do you see? It doesn't matter if she doesn't love me the way I thought she did. It wouldn't matter if she didn't love me at all. All that matters is that I love her. And that I need her. I really do."

I smiled at her, excited to share my revelation with someone. But she only gagged on the hand around her throat and spoke in a broken voice.

"Please," she wheezed. "Let me go."

I lifted her by the throat and pulled her face into mine. "No," I told her. "I'm not going to let you go. I'm going to kill you and do you know why? Because you're not like her. You're nothing like her. You're just a pathetic little cow."

She whimpered, her eyes red and filled with tears. I smiled and shoved her head into my lap.

"Now be a good girl and start licking," I said. "I'll snap your neck as I climax, so be quick if you want your suffering to end."

I had my legs wrapped around her head. At first she tried to struggle out from the vice of my thighs but after a while she gave up and started licking.

I chuckled and smiled and laid back with my eyes closed to enjoy it and think about Bella. God, what a fool I've been. How could I have let such a minor incident throw me into such a spiral of insecurity? It didn't matter if her feelings for me were less exclusive than I had thought. All it meant was that I would have to love her more thoroughly and keep her mine and never let her go. Regardless of how she felt, she belonged to me. She was my Bella. And I was never going to let her go.

I was so relieved the tension was broken that I smiled and arched my back and moaned at the tongue that was licking at my entrance. There were little sobs and whimpers coming from between my thighs and the coughing gave me nice vibrations. I chuckled and told her to insert her tongue and she did, pushing it in deeply before coughing some more and choking. When she recovered she resumed licking and by now I was very close. I looked down at the top of her head. Black hair, just like Bella. The thought spurned me on and suddenly the orgasm was coming. A smile moved over my face and my chest heaved and suddenly I arched up and gasped and gave my thighs a violent twist to the side.

There was a loud snapping sound and then nothing but the sound of my laughter and heavy breathing. Oh my. That had been quite lovely. I chuckled again and loosened my legs and looked down. The woman's head was laying in my lap, not moving, not licking, eyes open. She looked like she was looking very closely at my vagina. I giggled and took a handful of her hair and lifted her head. Her mouth was open and her face was slathered in my arousal and her own blood. Probably not what she had in mind for her first time with another woman. I chuckled again and then I tore a gash into her throat with my fingernail and wrapped her dead body in my arms to suck at the slowly leaking blood.

It took all night and until morning to clean up. I left the body in the bathtub while I cleaned up the bedroom and then I came back and ripped the body to pieces and shoved the pieces into garbage bags before washing the bath and taking a shower and putting my dress back on. The final bag contained her severed head and her upper torso and her glazed dark eyes were staring directly at her dead tits. I tied up the bag and grabbed the other one as well and took them downstairs. The sun was just coming up by now, a grey light in the east, and I crossed the road into an alleyway and threw the bags into a dumpster before dusting my hands. Poor woman. She deserved better than being treated like a piece of trash. Literally.

I walked home in my dress and high heels and entered the house with a deep dark hunger brooding in my stomach. The curtains were open in the bedroom, filling the room with light, and the girl was in bed. I stripped out of my dress and panties and slipped off my shoes as well before climbing into the bed.

The girl was sleeping naked and she stirred as I wrapped my arm around her from behind. Her body was warm from the bed and so amazingly soft and smooth. I slipped my hand between her radiating thighs and woke her by rubbing the softness of her pussy. A moan came out of her and her eyes fluttered open. Her face was pale and perfect in the pure light of dawn and dustmotes were dancing over her head like a halo. Her legs were opening and she sagged onto her back. Her eyes rolled up to mine and blinked sleepily and another moan came out of her. She was already getting moist and now that she was awake she only moistened more. Her eyes opened and fixed on mine as she realized what I was doing. Touching her. Neither of us spoke but she could see it in my eyes. I loved her. She moaned and kept those dark brown orbs fixed on mine as she was swiftly overcome by a climax.

Afterwards she was breathing heavily and her eyes had fallen closed. I continued to pet her vagina playfully, just stroking it, and then I lifted my hand and wiped my fingers on her breast and took a hold of it to cuddle as she regained herself. Eventually her eyes opened again, only halfway, and she offered up to me a sleepy, satisfied, adorable smile.

"Morning," she said.

I smiled at her. "Morning, my love."

Then I lowered my lips to kiss her smiling mouth and finally, at last, it felt right again.

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AN: This chapter sums up the spirit of the story quite succinctly, lol. A brutal rape and murder followed immediately by a light and fluffy reconciliation between lovers. Gotta love the duality, lol. I'm curious what people think of this chapter. I have no idea, myself. It feels like I'm writing on autopilot these days. I can write, but I can't think. It's weird. Like sleepwalking, lol. Anyway, let me know what you thought. See you soon. :)