Killer Instincts

Warning: Blood, Knife play, Choking, Killing, Bloodplay, Sexual Themes, Dark themes, Drinking, Aroused by death, Swearing, and Breath play.

For all the horny fuckers out there, inspired by my masktok Fantasy man

Ghostface appears in the kitchen doorway, dressed all in black, his iconic mask in place. He takes in your appearance: gothic black eyeshadow gives you a smoky effect, while heavy black eyeliner and mascara accentuate your eyes. Your blood-red lip liner and matte lipstick highlight your oh-so-kissable lips. Her long, black, and red hair is in long curls, making the black and red swirl together. Your red lace crop top and matching sleeping shorts reveal more skin than they cover, sending his imagination into overdrive. You're bouncing, carrying popcorn and cherry vodka mixers, acting as if you haven't just invited a masked serial killer over. He surveys his surroundings. You haven't turned on a single light; the room is aglow with candles, casting dim light everywhere. The setting feels like a scene from a slasher movie, with so many shadows that you'd never know if a killer was standing right beside you.

“Glad you could just let yourself, as I said on the phone, even a killer needs a break with horror movies,cherry vodka mixers, and popcorn.” Darcy cheerfully comments as she drops onto the sofa, patting the spot right next to her, not fazed that he's a masked killer. Ghostface makes his way over to her, still not believing this chick's not even freaking out, considering all his killings are splayed all over the news. She looked to him, grinning, “My turn to ask your favorite question. What's your favorite scary movie?” He lets out a deep chuckle, shaking his head lightly, not believing she just pulled his own move on him. Huskly he replies “It's scream why?” She just nods and grabs the TV remote, putting on the movie. As the movie starts, she throws her barely covered legs over his lap, making herself comfy. As the opening scene plays, he can’t help but run his cold leather-gloved hand up and down her leg, slowly inching higher up her thigh, getting closer to the hem of her sleeping shorts. She clenches her thighs together as the scene plays out on the screen, as Casey is stabbed repeatedly, Darcy starts to feel her little black lace panties getting soaked, causing her to shift a little, attracting Ghostface's attention.

Finally, his hand slips past the hem of the little sleep shorts and slides her panties to the side. He runs a finger down through her folds, causing her to moan due to the cold sensation from his gloves. Pulling back his hand to see your arousal slick on his gloved hand stirs a hunger in him, and it's not the hunger to kill either. Swiftly, he drives his gloved hand back into her panties, inserting 2 fingers into her now-soaked pussy. Darcy lets out a gasp at the sudden fullness, followed by a low moan. He rotates between rapid in and out motions and does the ‘come here’ motion with his fingers, hitting her spot every time, causing Darcy to become a soaked, moaning mess. Just when she thought theres nothing else he could possibly do, he starts rubbing her clit with his thumb, throwing her head back, she's a mix of moaning and screaming “oh….fuck….mmmm Mr Ghostie…..”. Her hips start moving to meet his fingers, chasing her orgasm. Just watching her lose herself on his fingers makes his cock throb, rock hard, standing to attention. Husky voice full of raw desire and needs commands “Be a good girl now and cum all over my fingers”. At that command, a scream leaves her body as her orgasm rips through her body, causing her pussy to clench on his fingers. She's still grinding he hips to try and prolong her orgasm a little longer. He removes his hand from your panties now seeing his entire glove his covered in your juices, he places 2 fingers at your lips, you open your mouth taking his fingers in your mouth as you suck off your juices and lick his glove clean, when you let go of his gloved fingers it does so with a Popping noise. During your orgasm, you’d bite down on your lip, causing a few droplets of blood to fall down your chin. He gathers up the droplets and lets you lick them off his finger, causing his breath to hitch, and his mind goes back to his rock-hard cock.

You lean to seductively whisper in his ear, “If we take this upstairs, we can really begin to play. I got sheets I don’t mind staining with blood and cum”. You wait for his reaction, you grab his hand and drag him towards your room. Once inside, he can't help but notice it's dark, with more lit candles; the only other light comes from strip lights that emit a sinful red glow. She drags him toward an old Victorian-style 4 poster bed covered in a deep red satin sheet. He strips off his robe but keeps his mask on. He perches himself at the end of the bed, Darcy gets down on all 4s and crawls to him,giving him the perfect few of her perky, bouncing breasts. Kneeling between his legs, she frees his hard cock from his restraining boxers. Spitting on the tip, she teases his tip, rubbing her finger over his slit, feeling him shudder underneath her touch. Teasingly, she slowly moves her hand up and down from his tip to his shaft and back again. As he gets used to that pace, she abruptly takes his hard cock in her mouth, making sure she takes all of him to the back of her throat. “fuck” he huskily moans. She bobs her head at a rapid speed for a couple of minutes, feeling his cock twitch and the taste of his precum on her tongue. She lets a moan and switches up on him, deciding just to gently suck his tip and stick her tongue in his slit. letting a low grown his wraps her hair around his hand causing her to let out a deep moan around his cock, he rams his cock to the back of her throat making her choke, he pulls out to just the tip then rams himself back into her mouth causing her eys to water and makin g her make up run as she looks up to him through her lashes. She feels his cock twitch again, deciding it's his turn to cum she teases his tip with her mouth and tongue, uses her hand to go up and down his shaft, and her spare hand to play with his balls, emitting a deep growl/moan from him. She feels his ball tighten before his orgasm makes him shake as she swallows every last bit of his cum while still playing with his ball. When he's done using her tongue, she cleans his cock of any leftover cum. Next, she sticks out her tongue, showing him how much of a good girl she is by swallowing all his cum, not wasting a drop.

Bouncing up like you hadn’t just milked him with your mouth, you drag your desk chair over and point for him to sit in it. Surprisingly, he obeys when you pinch his leather gloves and his knife. You twirl the buck 120 in your hands, admiring how beautiful she is and how much the holder makes you so wet. The long blade enhances the knife's exquisite appearance while making skin slicing much easier. Exclusive, elite, and luxurious, the General remains an exceptional choice for a hunting knife. She lies on her back on the bed with her legs bent, she slices of her little sleep shoots and soaked panties while maintaining eye contact the entire time. Teasingly, she drags the tip of the knife down her lies every now and again, pressing hard enough to leave droplets of blood, causing her breathing to hitch as she becomes even more aroused. Lightly, you drag the end of the blade across your clit, making you shudder from the coldness. Before he can even ask what you're doing? You switch how you're holding the knife, causing the blade to cut into the leather slightly. Using the buck's cold hands, you slowly insert it into your pussy, moaning instantly from the cold sensation and the feeling of being full. “Does Mr Ghostie want me to cum on his big knife?” you purr/moan. He emits a low, dangerous growl that rumbles from his chest. Watching you fuck yourself with his knife makes him hard again. As you cum over his knife, you also end up squirting, still sensitive from the finger fucking he gave you on the sofa.

He launches from the chair, all restraint gone, and growls, “My turn now, babygirl”. He sits on the bed, pulling you on his cock. He picks up the knife and traces it lightly across your neck, causing you to moan. Tracing it down your chest to your breasts, this causes your hips to start grinding, resulting in him cutting your breast as the blood starts falling like a waterfall, covering your perky, bouncing breasts in blood, which makes him go feral. Throwing the blade, he curls his hand around your neck, cutting your air supply as he violently uck his hips up to match yours. If he kept this up, it wouldn't be long till you’d cum. His other hand is on your hip with a bruising grip so he can slam you down onto his cock, ensuring he's bruising your cervix. He's making sure every time you move, you'll be sorely reminded whose cock fucked your pussy so good. You start to see sars from the lack of oxygen, so he lets up his grip while still fuvking you like an animal. You feel his cock throb inside you, causing you to keep slamming your hips into his. As you let out a scream, your pussy clenches around his cock as you cum, triggering him to cum too and his hand to cut off your oxygen again, your eyes roll back in your head as you both ride out, your eyes constantly growling coming from him. Once, don't you climb off him, both of you lying there trying to catch your breath, the whole time he kept his mask on, and you still have no idea who the man beneath the mask is, who you just had the best fuck of your life.