• my head is something tragic •

His breaths came out ragged as he pushed himself to go faster and further, stumbling through the vines, trying to not run into the gravestones as her maniacal laughter filled the night air.

“What the fuck.” He rasped out as he kept going. “What the fuck. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK?!” The boy heard another whistle from across the cemetery as his right foot lost grip from the grass and he fell back on his side as he slipped on mud.

The night started out as normal as any other. His friends invited him out for a bonfire party. Just one last hurrah before the harsh reality of adulthood crept in. The last summer together after their final year of college finished.

The normalcy of the party ended the moment his eyes met hers.

She seemed nice at first, laughed at his jokes and smiled sweetly as she whispered sickly sweet words in his ear. And then came the liquor.

He wasn’t sure what it was. Some sweet crimson drink that seemed to materialize from behind her back. He watched as her ruby lips pressed against the glass as she drank the strange liquid. She leaned her head back, her hair fell behind her shoulders and revealed strange markings on her pale neck.

She invited him for a walk with a coy smile and led him away from the rest of the party as they entered the nearby forest.

“Come on, baby. I’ll do anything to be with you.” He whispered against her neck before he sucked on her skin.

“Anything?” She asks against his neck before she crashes their lips together.

Their lips danced against each other, their kisses turning sloppier with lust and his fingers fumbled to unhook her bra. His eyes opened to watch her lacy bra hit the ground and froze as something in her expression shifted.

“Run, baby. Be quick.” She said in a devilish tone as she pulled a dagger from her high boots as she took off the rest of her clothes.

“Oh baby.” She cooed from the right of him. His heart quickened as the glow of the moon illuminated her naked figure as she stepped from behind one of the trees. “I told you to run.”

“What the fuck are you?” He wiped at the sweat that dripped from his hairline and pushed his hair back. He tried to get up to run again, but a stinging pain came from his abdomen.

“You feel it, don’t you?” She whispers blissfully as her eyes traveled down his half naked body. She stepped closer and trailed the already bloodied dagger down his neck as he shuddered from the cold metal.

“So beautiful. And yet so pathetic.”

He closed his eyes as the effects from the drink seeped through his veins. His body felt lighter. Almost weightless. And then a heat fluttered through his chest, his cheeks burned as his nipples hardened.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” He tried to yell, though it came out as a weak whimper.

She tilted her head and laughed again.

“I’m keeping my promise baby. I told you I was going to own your body. You agreed to this.” She reminded him with a wicked grin as she watched his blood pooled underneath the blade. “You, my sweet, summoned me.”

Moans filled the abandoned church as she ground her hips roughly against his. She dragged the bloody tip of the dagger down his bruised chest. Her thighs tightened around his waist as she leaned down to nip his neck. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks while he pulled her closer. His fingers slipped down to circle her clit.

Probably ass but it’s for my niece 🥰🖤

I haven’t drawn in years but it’s been dead at work today.

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