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writing-rat · 10 months ago

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Cooking in Session

Pairings: Joey x Sammy

Content: Abigail Spoilersish, Fluff, Cooking lessons, mentions of drug use

Summary: Since Joey has a job has a school nurse now, she can't let Sammy not know how to cook. She needs to learn how to make lunch after all.

WC: 885

It had been a week since Sammy and Joey left the mansion. With Joey helping to kill Frank, Abigail promised to help a knocked-out vampire Sammy that Joey had managed to knock out and tie up. Kristof Lazar and Abigail had helped her out and Sammy was happy to be back to herself, Abigail promising she was saved. Safe to say Sammy wasn’t the same mentally, but she was trying. Currently, the 2 girls lived together while Caleb was also with them. He was currently in high school while Sammy was working at a company, looking at the data she was sent. She was a coder now and not a hacker unless needed to see if she could crack security systems. She was using her skills for good now. Joey meanwhile managed to make it as a school nurse and she was happy about that. She was currently using a holiday day after all as she wanted to teach Sammy cooking. She saw how she had eaten the entire week for lunch after all. She only had plain noodles and pasta.

“Sammy, are you on lunch break?” Joey asked.

“Yeah babe, I am. Why?” she asked.

“I am going to help you make a sauce for your pasta so you don’t have it plain when I am at work,” Joey explained. Sammy widened her eyes before she smiled, the same smile for when she was being figured out by Joey.

“You are the best,” she spoke. Joey shrugged.

“I want my lover to be healthy,” she explained and Sammy nodded as she was quick to go into the kitchen with Joey. Sammy was excited. Joey meanwhile got a can of chopped tomatoes, peppers, tomato paste, ketchup, onions and different herbs out. “Those are onions,” Sammy spoke confidently. “I learnt the difference between garlic and onions,” she added. Joey snickered.

“I’m glad,” she spoke and kissed Sammy’s cheek. She was happy they could joke about that at least.

“First, chopping onions,” Joey instructed. She showed Sammy how to hold the knife and chop them before she let Sammy take a go at it. Sammy was happy as she was doing it all before she looked at Joey when she finished. She wanted the praise that she knew Joey would give her.

“How did I do?” she asked just to make sure she got it.

“You did well mi amor,” Joey responded with a smile. “You could quicken up but it takes time to learn,” she added. Sammy nodded as Joey grabbed a red pepper. She once again taught her how to cut it and Sammy did as told, no injuries happening. She was also praised once again and it made her excited.

“Now that these ingredients are cut, we put in the onions first,” she spoke, letting Sammy scrape them in. Sammy nodded as she was listening, choosing the pasta she wanted as Joey was admiring Sammy a bit. She was wearing some of Joey’s sweatpants and one of her tank tops. It was a hot day after all. Joey meanwhile was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, her scars from her old drug use being shown, and a pair of shorts. She was more confident showing them around Sammy and Caleb now, Caleb was happy to be with his mom rather than his fuck up of a father. Soon the onions were done, and Sammy put the peppers in under her lover’s command. She was being good as Joey was hoping she would memorise this. She was sure she would though if she could remember code.

After 30 minutes, the sauce was done and was simmering as Joey and Sammy were getting something to drink. Joey got some water while Sammy got some Dr Pepper and was sitting on the counter. “Thank you for this,” Sammy thanked, looking at Joey genuinely with a soft smile.

“It’s no problem mi vida. I am happy to teach you anything and I know you have had a hard childhood so I am happy to show you new things you need to learn,” she spoke. Sammy was happy. She felt loved. Soon enough the sauce and pasta were done and she got 2 plates ready for them. She let Sammy choose how much she wanted first. Sammy meanwhile made it even and Joey chuckled. She was happy to see how compassionate her lover was. The 2 girls soon sat down.

“You know… it’s weird how we still call each other our undercover names,” Sammy teased. Joey widened her eyes then laughed and was nodding.

“Agreed. Why don’t we use it when one of us is in trouble? Like if you made a mess in our room,” Joey teased. Sammy nodded excitedly.

“Yeah! So… Ana, want to go on a date soon?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, I would love that Jess,” Ana spoke with a smile, then both proceeded to laugh. They were just happy. That was when Jess took a bite of her food and she widened her eyes.

“Holy shit, this tastes so good. Fuck your school nurse job, become a chef,” Jess praised.

“Thanks, but I don’t think I have that much skill,” Ana chuckled as she was eating. Sammy just smiled. She was sure she did, but she wouldn’t push her. For now, she would enjoy the food.

#sammy x joey #sammy abigail #joey abigail #ratboy writing #ratboy writes #abigail movie #abigail the movie #abigail #abigail 2024 #ana lucia cruz #jessica hurney

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adoredandruined · 24 days ago

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One Happy Family

Kristof Lazar x F Reader

Following the events of 'Abigail', you spend as much time as you can with your son, Caleb, trying to forget what happened. Unfortunately, Lazar has other plans for you, Joey.

Content Warnings: smut so MDNI, threat, non con, dub con, coercion/blackmail, blood, commands, masturbation, praise, overstimulation, manhandling, pet names (darling, dear), fingering (f receiving), turning (vampire bite), choking with a belt, breath play, dacryphilia, unprotected p in v (only fools don't wrap their tools), creampie, cum play Do let me know if I've forgotten anything :) Word Count: 4.3K

The sun had long since set, a deep navy blanket filled with the pinholes of distant stars above the bright coloured lights of the carnival. Halloween weekend was in full swing and the carnival was no exception.

Strobes from the rides danced across the ground, twinkling and swirling, shooting out into the empty sky, a beacon to all for miles around. The usually empty field came alive with laughter and chatter. Cheerful music played over cheap speakers that echoed through the crowds of families bustling around, moving from ride to ride in an effort to complete it all in a single night. Children pointed and pulled hands to get a closer look, pupils blown wide in wonder.

Cotton candy and donut scents wafted through the air, mouth watering and enticing in their sugared delights. Carnival workers shouted and rallied groups to them with the potential of winning oversized teddies and fancy gadgets.

With boots squelching in the muddied floor a new scent caught your attention, the smell of greasy fairground burgers, and your stomach growled in want. You closed your eyes and took a deep inhale, the scent alone would have to suffice. This weekend was not about you.

“Come on!” Caleb whined.

Your son tugged on your hand, full of excitement, pulling you towards the bumper cars.

“Alright, I’m coming. What’s the rush, buddy?” You chuckled, allowing him to weave his way between people to reach his destination.

“There’s no-one in the line, we’ll be first!” He shouted, giving another tug.

You laughed again, his warm smile filling your heart with happiness. Spending time with Caleb every weekend had become your new favourite pastime. Seeing joy in his small round face you couldn’t imagine going back to your old ways again. You sighed heavily, smile faltering.

Your old ways. You peered down at him on the end of your arm, still giggling and tugging you along. His face alight with that beaming smile, one he offered whenever you picked him up after school, is why you stay clean. All of your dark thoughts are banished in the wake of seeing him so happy again.

A yawn threatened to emerge, keeping your lips tightly shut to stifle the sign of your exhaustion. Working double shifts at the hospital keeps you busy. Gruelling but honest work, the shadows beneath your eyes hide little of the toll it takes on your body, but it keeps your mind from straying back into the dark, into all that has occurred in recent times. Caleb makes it all worth it.

You should never have taken that stupid job.

But when you hit rock bottom an offer of 7 million dollars is a hard cheque to pass up. It would’ve guaranteed a better life for you both, somewhere far away and somewhere new. The meagre late shift wages you made now couldn’t compare to what you could’ve done together with money like that. You blinked hard at Caleb, finding him staring up at you with a concerned look in his eyes as you spaced out. You pulled a tight smile, a simple nod to assure him you were ok, and he was back to his toothy grin. You poured all your focus onto that. On him.

You just have to show up.

The wordsof the young prima ballerina rang through your mind. For all her murderous intentions she had been right about one thing. Caleb didn’t seem to care for expensive gifts or trips out every time you were together. He just wanted to see you, for you to be there.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts, focusing back on the small hand that had finally stopped pulling. You waited in line for the bumper cars as Caleb chattered about his school, his friends and anything else he could think of that he hadn’t told you since last weekend. You listened with rapt attention, sure that this moment couldn’t be better. You didn’t even mind if he repeated himself. He was happy to be with you and that’s what filled your aching heart with joy.

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Hours passed in the blink of an eye. You had been on every ride, some even twice, and Caleb was beginning to show signs of slowing, his energy finally waning. You suggested one final time around the Ferris wheel for the view of the city and a stop for donuts before heading home. Caleb thought for a moment, reluctant to leave it seemed, before he nodded enthusiastically, toothy smile broad on his face. You smiled back, a similar grin stretching your features.

As you turned, you felt your body collide with a much smaller frame. You began to rush out an apology to the little girl you had just run into when all colour drained from your face. Your pulse quickened and your heart pounded heavily in your chest.

Her angelic face beamed up at you, predatory smile like a mask, hands clasped behind her back as she swayed on her feet. Her simple ballet practice uniform did nothing to hide the monster from your view.

“Abigail” You smiled tightly, squeezing Caleb’s hand a little tighter in the presence of danger. “How lovely to see you”

You darted your eyes over the crowd, palms becoming clammy as fear crept up your spine. You quickly scanned her for signs of the death and carnage she was likely here to commit, memories of all you had witnessed in the mansion flooding back to you in disturbing detail.

“Your father is-” You began.

“He’s here. Somewhere” Abigail smiled.

Her expression made you uneasy. Correction, it downright terrified you. You tried your damnedest not to let Caleb see your fear; the last thing you wanted was for him to be afraid. You were having such a wonderful time too.

You watched as Abigail introduced herself to Caleb, shaking his hand in an awkward gesture, his brows furrowing in confusion. He looked to you for guidance and Abigail settled her gaze on you too, daring you to intervene with a sick grin. You smiled at Caleb in what you hoped was a reassuring look. You glanced around at the crowds of people, praying for a way out of this nightmare.

“We’re going on the Ferris wheel, want to come?” Caleb beamed.

You groaned inwardly. Of all the girls your nervous son had to pluck up the courage to speak to, why did it have to be her? She’d be a lovely sweet girl, if it wasn’t for her vampiric nature. Abigail nodded enthusiastically and reached out her hand.

Caleb let go of yours, taking Abigail’s outstretched one as they turned away. You lunged forward to save your son from impending doom when a strong hand clasped your shoulder, freezing you in place.

“I’m sure the children will be fine for a while. Wouldn’t you agree, my dear?” The chilling voice of Kristof Lazar cooed in your ear. Your heart stopped along with your body, terror leaking through your masked expression. Caleb looked worried, beginning to move toward you and away from Abigail. Lazar’s hand gripped harder, the sharp points of his nails digging in and making you wince.

A warning.

You twisted your face back into a smile, nodding for the children to leave. You didn’t trust your voice not to betray your true feelings. As they hurried away, Abigail leading an unsure Caleb, your pulse was pounding in your throat. Bile rose in your throat, threatening to spew the overpriced junk food and soda from your stomach.

“Well done. Slitting your throat in front of your son would have been…distasteful” he whispered, the cruel smile tinging his words.

“Please”, you begged, “he has nothing to do with any of this. He’s innocent”

Lazar scoffed. “There is no such thing. Not in humans”

You closed your eyes as tears threatened to fall. You felt Lazar leave your back, his slow steps felt in the pit of your stomach as he came to stand in front of you. A finger under your chin had your eyes shooting open, your natural instinct to recoil at the touch. His penetrating stare held you in place, preventing you from fleeing. Your bottom lip trembled as you found your voice again.

“Don’t hurt him, I beg you. Do what you want to me but leave him. Please” you begged again, imploring the cold-hearted man for mercy.

“Your son will be unharmed, if you do exactly as instructed. You’re rather good at following orders, aren’t you?” he smiled, dropping his hand from your chin. “Walk”

Your body seemed to move against your will as Lazar lead you away from the crowds, away from Caleb, towards a tinted stretch limousine concealed behind the vast shrubbery surrounding the carnival. Two guards, pale and muscled, stood guard and opened the door for you, the pitch dark interior filling you with dread. You slowed to a stop as the feeling of death racing towards you built and received a firm hand on your lower back in response.

“Now, now. I’ll have none of that”

You turned your head slightly, a view of the top of the Ferris wheel coming into view. This was for Caleb. You would do anything to protect him.

You dared not look Lazar in the eye, swallowing deeply as you ducked to climb into the car, sliding onto the plush leather seats and pushing yourself to the farthest side, you hoped away from the monster.

The door slammed behind you, encasing the interior in total black. You felt too exposed, too vulnerable blinded. The sounds of your own breathing echoed around the vehicle and your pulse raced beneath your skin, the feel of your own veins pumping blood a dizzying sensation. For an age there was nothing but eerie silence. You thought perhaps this was all Lazar had intended; to scare you. Ensure your silence for the aftermath of a job gone wrong. But you knew he was not a merciful, nor a forgiving man.

A single light appeared above the middle seat, illuminating your left side where you were pressed against the window.

“Move into the light”

Lazar’s voice came from opposite you, too close for comfort, as the bright light showed only his suited legs, crossed with ankle over knee. You remained frozen in place, your eyes squinting through the darkness to see more of him.

“Don’t make me ask again, darling” he said, a low rumble coating his words, animalistic in nature.

You did as instructed, sliding slowly into the light with shaking hands pressing into cold black leather. You tried to calm your breathing, taking deep inhales as you discreetly wrung your hands of nervous sweat. Your mind strayed to Caleb alone with Abigail again. Your only wish was that he would remain safe. You prayed he would remain that way.

“Take that awful sweater off” he commanded.

You hesitated, frowning at his insult and confused at his lack of threats. You expected torture and gore; this unnerved you more. You slowly removed the apparently offensive garment, placing it alongside you.

“I’d order you to burn it if we had the time” he growled out.

His disgust at a piece of clothing would be comical if you weren’t afraid for your life and the life of your son.

“Your shirt. Take it off”

Any humour fled the limousine. He was commanding you to strip. You gulped at the implication, as if you didn’t feel vulnerable enough. You kept your hands stiffly at your sides, hands clenched in fists to keep from shaking. You stared into the darkness at him, willing confidence into your expression with your refusal.

“Defiance is not an attractive trait on you. Refuse me again and I’ll have your son’s head”

The thought brought bile to your throat, making you gag as you forced it down, your heartbeat quickening again.

“If I do as you ask, you promise me he’ll be safe? You’ll let him go?” You asked the darkness.

You were met with silence.

“Answer me!” You shouted, anger filling you as the instinct to protect Caleb overrode everything, the sudden burst of confidence breaking through your terror.

“I give you my word, he will be safe” Lazar sighed, his impatience slipping through his careful control. “Now-” you heard him shuffle against the seat as he resumed his relaxed position, a hand appearing in the light gesturing to your shirt.

With another thick gulp you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, not meaning to be slow or sensual as your rattling hands wouldn’t allow you to fully clasp the buttons. You looked away to the dark window as you pulled the material from your torso, skin puckering with goose flesh in the cold air. You sucked in a shaky breath as you pushed your shirt on top of your sweater, beginning to cross your arms over your chest.

“Ah, ah, ah” Lazar tuts, “hands down”

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you return your clenched hands to your sides, tears beginning to fill your eyes. This is for Caleb, you thought, this will keep him safe.

Lazar hummed in approval and you squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting the praise of the demon in front of you.

“Remove the rest, darling”

Humiliated and terrified you remove your jeans, leaving them in a pool at your feet with your boots, tucking your shaking hands behind you to remove your bra. You cursed as the clasp kept slipping from your fingers, your eyes screwed shut to keep yourself from crying as your panic rose. The longer you took the more your hands shook, the cloying feel of death creeping up your spine.

A shadow and sudden presence had your eyes shooting open. Lazar towered over you, one long clawed hand gripped the seat behind you as his other slid along the skin of your ribs to your back, painfully slow. His bright inhuman eyes locked with yours; a predator with his prey in sight. With a flick of his deft fingers the clasp shot open, and one tug to the front had it falling away from your arms, baring your naked breasts to him.

You stared up in horror, eyes unable to leave his piercing stare as your chest shook with unshed cries. You heard the ripping of fabric as his claws raked marks through the leather behind your head, his teeth gritted and jaw flexing. He looked in pain as he stared down, gently reaching a clawed nail to graze your hard nipple. With the barest of touches hardening the bud he pulled away in a flash, returning to his seat opposite you in the blink of an eye.

You let out a shaky gasp as the tension in the air lessened without his presence bearing down upon you. Without further command you began to remove your underwear. Lazar growled, a deep guttural and animalistic sound, halting your movements.

“Leave them”

It hardly sounded like him, the monster within taking over. You flicked your hands away from your undergarment like it burned your flesh, pushing yourself back against the seat in the hopes you would sink through the material to safety.

You felt his eyes roving over your figure, devouring every inch of you, his hands gripping the back of the seats hard. The leather squeaked and buckled under his tight grip. As seconds passed of him simply staring at you, you awaited your inevitable death. With the thunder in his eyes you were sure that was his plan. To strip you, humiliate you, and then kill you.

“Touch yourself” he said.

You blinked, unsure if you had misunderstood him. As the confused look passed your face he spoke again.

“I want you to touch yourself. Bring yourself to climax”

He leant forward, just enough for you to see the smirk curling his vicious lips. A wicked, evil smile dripping with charm. You wondered how many women, and men, he had spoken to like this over his many centuries of undead life. An unnatural pang of something spread through your chest as your hand slowly trailed down your body, fingers slipping under the top of your underwear. Surely you weren’t jealous of others being demeaned like this?

The tension in the car mounted, your prior disgust and humiliation beginning to melt away under his alluring gaze. He hummed his approval as you began to circle that small bundle of nerves, fear and surprising arousal driving your actions.

Lazar set the pace. If you slowed, he snarled his disapproval, and if you quickened too much he would tut or hum, pleased with the control he had over your vulnerable form.

“What a pretty sight” he hummed.

He kept you teetering on the edge for what felt like hours, your body highly strung and ready to burst at any moment. He seemed to know exactly how close you were at all times, his unblinking stare never leaving your form. Specifically your eyes. He held your gaze firm and tight, challenging you to look away and lower your guard. Your heart thumped faster in your chest. You knew he would strike when your resolve broke.

Your fingers sped up, slick covering your hand and likely the seat beneath you. Your cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. How could you be deriving pleasure from this?

As your movements increased, breathy gasps leaving your lips, Lazar made no sound to stop you. You took this opportunity to chase your high, tension pulled like an elastic band ready to snap. You couldn’t take it anymore. You felt the familiar coil of your approaching orgasm build, getting closer and closer to your peak. Your noises became more frequent, more moans and whimpers than hidden gasps now that shame was absent from the situation.

That’s when you made a lethal mistake. Reaching the crest of your orgasm, your head thrown back and eyes shut, gaze broken from the vampire in charge.

Lazar was on you before you could cry out. His body pushed yours into the seat, a hand in your hair to keep your head back whilst the other found your waist, keeping you pinned. Sharp fangs sank into your throat, tips piercing the artery and drawing your life force into his waiting mouth. He moaned openly against the wound as he sucked and licked, grinding against you on the seat.

Your orgasm didn’t falter. It crashed over you like a tidal wave, vision flashing white as pain and pleasure mixed to form a crescendo that thrashed your body. Your hand came out of your underwear as quick as it had arrived, reaching up to push against Lazar as he drew more of your blood into his mouth. His hand quickly replaced yours, finding your clit and encircling it with expert fingers. He rubbed quick circles around the bud, drawing moans and whimpers as you cried from the overwhelming sensations, pushing your body into overstimulation.

You came again as his fangs released from your neck, his fingers still moving expertly against you. He watched with rapt attention as you came undone on his hand, leaking wetness across the seat beneath you. He had never been more enraptured.

As his hand left your underwear you brought a shaky hand up to your neck, feeling the warmth of your own blood pulsing from the wound, beginning to coagulate with his venom. Your head swam with a dizzying sensation, body heating up as fire spread throughout your veins.

“What-what have you done to me?” You whispered.

Lazar didn’t answer. His usually bright eyes were flooded with darkness, lust taking over as he grabbed your body hold. He flipped you, pressing your face against the leather stained with blood and keeping it there, the other hand angling your hips towards his own. Your knees scraped against the floor of the limo, the hard floor grating against the skin.

You felt his claws snap the bands of your underwear, the now useless cloth dropping to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to the monster behind you. Through your fuzzy head you heard him groan, running his fingers through your folds and gathering the wetness there. Turning your head as far as you could, you caught sight of him licking your wetness from his fingers, your release mixing with the blood staining his mouth. His eyes closed and he groaned, a throaty sound that had you clenching around nothing. It was a shamefully erotic sight. He caught you staring and held your gaze with a smirk.

“Almost perfect” he sighed.

He turned your head back around with a forceful shove of his hand, cutting of your view of his next moves. You could feel your pulse pound inside your skull, the feeling of blood still leaking from your neck and dripping down over your chest causing waves of pleasure as it passed over your burning skin. You heard his belt buckle loosen and the rustle of fabric, enough to know his next plans.

Suddenly your head was wrenched back, cold leather wrapping around your throat and pulling you up until your back hit Lazar’s chest. His grip was like iron, your hands scrambling to pull at the collar he had fashioned from his belt. It worsened your already swimming head, pushing all other thoughts from your head aside from the man grinding into you.

You felt his cock slide against you, gathering your wetness along his shaft. He leaned into your neck, licking and kissing his way up to your ear, his breath hot against you.

“I have big plans for you, my darling. You and your son” he whispered, licking the shell of your ear.

Your heart froze.

“What have you done to Caleb?” You groaned out, blood turning cold in your veins at the thought of him being harmed.

Lazar continued to grind himself against you, threatening to pull your mind away from the pressing danger.

“I’ve done nothing” he squeezed the belt a little tighter, “it’s what Abigail is doing”

Panic rose as your breath failed you, vision blurring and darkness pulling at the edges. Lazar waited until the last possible moment to release the pressure, allowing you a momentary reprieve. You coughed, fingers still weakly pushing at the belt. He tightened his hold again, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Together, we’ll be a family” he whispered.

You had but a second to contemplate his words, feeling the effects of his venom spreading through you, turning your body into a monster, before you felt his hips slam forward. You cried out at the intrusion, his cock stretching you and hitting all the way to the hilt, his hips pressed firmly against your backside.

Lazar groaned out, enjoying the way your walls clenched around him the tighter he pulled the belt at your throat. He revelled in the control he had over your body, the ability to take your life should he choose, made him rock hard. He supposed he had already taken your life, gazing down at the wound on your neck. Your life would never be the same, and you would never escape him.

He began to thrust his hips, pulling out agonisingly slowly only to snap his hips back into you. Tears began to leak from the corners of your eyes, mouth open with moans as his cock drilled into you, quickening in pace as he steadily lost control of his animalistic nature. He pulled your head all the way back, cutting off your air completely as his hips all but stopped. You felt his long tongue run up the side of your face, from your jaw to your cheek, collecting the wetness of your tears. You whimpered at the sensation, the sound small and vulnerable with lack of air.

He growled into your ear, slamming his hips back into you and resuming his quick pace, loosening the belt enough to allow you breath. The obscene sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the limousines interior, broken only by your cries and Lazar’s groans of pleasure. His hand on your hip held you in a crushing grip, sure to leave bruises. If you survived this encounter.

You felt the familiar build of your orgasm approach, core tightening as you approached your release. Lazar could sense the change in you, the fluttering of your walls and the higher pitched cries that left your sweet lips his sign. This time he leaned down to your ear, bending his body over your back and forcing your hips to arch further into his, forcing his cock even deeper at this angle.

“Cum for me. Cum and seal your fate, darling” he cooed.

You had no mind to hold back, the monster at your back having fucked it out of you. Your orgasm crashed over you, heightened by his hips continuing to snap into you. He pushed your body into overstimulation, body shaking from one orgasm and racing towards another. Your vision was almost completely gone and your eyes rolled back inside your skull, thoughts only of the cock drilling so deliciously in and out of you.

With a final grunt and a tug on the belt at your throat Lazar emptied himself inside you, pushing his hips flush with yours as you felt his warm release coat your walls. Your body shook, uncontrolled spasms wracking your weakened form. A searing pain shot through your neck, the wound burning.

Lazar released his hold on the belt, allowing you to flop forward onto the stained seats. He pulled his cock slowly out of you, hissing at the sensation. He watched his release flow out of your quivering pussy, reaching down to push some back inside you, enjoying the way you whimpered.

Your vision began to fade, exhaustion taking over your body. You felt strong arms wrap around you, picking you up with a quick grace and laying you in their lap. Your fading vision blinked up at Lazar, cradling your head on his lap and rubbing your hair. The action would be sweet if it were anyone else, and if you weren’t dying.

“Sleep. Life begins anew when you awake” he said, planting a kiss against your forehead as your vision faded to black.

You only hoped Caleb would forgive you.

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