Violent Tendencies

Blaze

“Blaze,” I call out to him. “I’m a little busy. Can you come back in fifteen?”

I hear his heavy combat boots hit the concrete floor with each step.

Thud.

Thud.

He's taking his time making his way over to me, like maybe my erratic behavior is scaring him, and I can't help but feel a bit of excitement at that thought.

"This was your end game." His voice is gruff but the anger is dissipating.

"He killed my sister." I say quietly. “There’s a ledger, probably in his office, that has all the names of the people he’s ever... acquired. Her name has to be in it.”

"Is he dead?" He slowly crouches beside me.

"Almost."

He looks at what I’m carving into his chest, "You really are the fucking Reaper Incarnate."

"I said I was."

He grabs a hold of my chin and forces me to look away from the bleeding scythe. "Finish him off."

"Will Zander hate me?" My voice sounds small and the most vulnerable it’s been since my sister disappeared.

"No, just disappointed he didn't get to do it himself."

I look back down at Henry and watch as his eyes crack open. The breath rattles in his chest and he opens his mouth to speak but I don't give him the fucking chance as I slam my knife down into his throat.

The blood sprays up and lands on my face, hitting Blaze's too. I watch as his eyes darken and rove all over my face, taking in the blood.

"You look like a warrior." It's the nicest I've heard him speak. "You are a fucking warrior.”

Then his mouth is on mine and I can taste the metallic flavor of Henry's blood mixed with Blaze. It sets me off and I push him to his ass and straddle his waist. The buildup between us has been rising towards this very moment and it’s threatening to blow, taking down everything around us.

I want his hands on my skin and his cock in my pussy. I'm nearly soaked all the way through my pants just thinking about it.

"Don't do this with me, only to fucking pull back later," I snarl into his mouth, then lick at the scar that starts at his top lip and ends at his temple. "Because I will fucking kill you."

He pulls away and looks into my eyes, his dark skin blooming with a red undertone. "I think you know as well as I do that this is what was always going to happen."

His plush mouth is back on mine and I'm grinding down onto him, desperately wanting him inside me. I stand up abruptly and begin to pull my leggings down, noticing they are saturated in Henry's blood. My skin has a sheen of red and it makes me feel more wanton, greedy for Blaze's cock.

He's in just as much of a rush as he stands in a flurry, discarding his clothes. Then he's standing in front of me, gloriously naked, and scars riddling his entire body.

He sees me looking at them and shrugs, "We all have a story to tell."

I get to his cock and it stands proud, a piece of metal gleaming at its tip. I look down to the dong on the floor and back to his cock, comparing the size and swallowing in anticipation or fucking fear. There’s not much of a difference and I want it inside me even though I'm fucking scared of it going inside me.

"Get on all fours." He demands and I look down to the puddle of blood, slowly pooling across the floor. "Go on." He nods at it.

Should be fucking disgusting right? It should make me dry up like the Sahara Desert, right? Well not this bitch, I'm practically coming as I kneel down into Henry's still warm blood, and plop forward on my hands, his blood splattering on my chest. It's still warm and it pools around my hands, while I stare into Henry's dead eyes.

I feel Blaze kneel behind me and his fingers search out my core.

"Fuck, you're so wet."