What Lies Beneath Part 2

what lies beneath part 2

what lies beneath part 2

the night you shared with Ellie was beyond a night you thought you'd never have with anyone else, the way she held you while you slept through the night into the morning was the most safe you've ever felt with anyone. you never thought your life would be spent with a demonic sadistic psychopath, but if it meant staying with her forever you didn't mind one bit. you woke up the morning after the amazing sex you had and yawned muscles sore and achy but manageable. Ellie was purring behind you, eyes closed and steady breathing, you never knew demons slept. you often thought they were the devils spawns only built in this world to kill and demolish souls but...not Ellie. she was different and you knew it. you decided to get up and wash off before you made breakfast for the two of you, so you did just that and softly removed her arm that was draped around your waist. you made your way to the bathroom and washed yourself off, changed your close and brushed your teeth. breakfast for you was scrambled eggs, bacon and a side of hashbrowns. breakfast for her was a dead squirrel, you learned very quickly that she needed dead things and not human food. the smell of the soulless squirrel woke the deadite up, she looked to see an empty bed with just her in it and panicked. thinking you had left her after the most amazing time she had with you. how could you just up and leave her. she growled and screeched scaring the living piss out of you. you ran to the room to check on her and she grabbed you by the throat pinning you against the wall. your eyes went wide and she bared an angry snarl, the kind you always hear as it vibrated through her chest. "E...Ellie baby it's me". you said calmly through her strong grip. "y...ou left me here". she said hissing. "n..no baby, i cleaned myself off and made breakfast for us. you were sleeping a...and i didn't want to wake you." you said slightly above a whisper. you always knew whispering calmed the demon down, so you prayed that tactic would work. she softened her grip and put you down still looking, searching for a hint of a lie. "baby I'd never leave you". you said putting your hand on her pale cheek rubbing softly. she leaned into the touch and closed her eyes. "c'mon i made you something". you said pulling her with you. to your surprise she followed with out hesitance. when she reached the kitchen with you her mouth instantly watered, the dead squirrel was laying across the plate with a glass filled with blood on the side. watching her eat was a little unnerving but you already knew how she ate her food was how she ate you. the thoughts about last night still swim through your head like a wave, and she knew what she did to you physically. she looked up from her food seeing you watching her and she smiled a bloody smirk, teeth dripping with sin. "b...baby"? you spoke softly. her nose flared and she could smell your arousal, she wiped her mouth and stood up walking over to you to check if what she smelt was indeed what you wanted. she looked into your eyes and saw the needs, the wants, the lust and desires. she knelt down in front of you and purred between your legs taking in a long inhale. "baby please". you whined putting your fingers in her hair. she stood back to her feet and picked you up laying you on the kitchen table. you unbuttoned her shirt slowly running your hands up and down her torso once the shirt was off. "t...take me baby". you moaned softly. "i need you". you softly bit your lip seeing her gaze burn holes through your own eyes. she pulled down the sweat pants you gave her to wear and low and behold the strap she fucked you with last night was between her legs. she must have forgotten to take it off when she fell asleep. she stepped between your legs and slid right in with no warning stealing your breath and connecting her lips to yours, collecting every gasp moan and whimper you gave her. your hands cupped her ass pulling her closer to feel her deeper inside of you. locking your legs around her waist a pornographic moan slipped past your throat into the apartment.

Does anyone else think about what it would be like to have sex in a graveyard? Is it fun? Is it sad? Is it bittersweet? Will the spirits applaud you for having enough balls? Would they want to join in? Give me your thoughts I'm curious. No disrespect to the dead. It's just a genuine curiosity of mine. I think it's sadistically darkly romantic

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