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Ever After

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It was a sunny, mild morning, with birds singing and a light breeze playing with the leaves. I was in the kitchen, cleaning my little private arsenal. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my waist, and I turned around, startled. My wife had managed to sneak up on me. I smiled and gave her a hug, burying my face in her silky jet black hair.

"How did you sleep, princess?"
"Like a corpse," she answered with a little laugh.
"Always good. Want some bacon for breakfast?"
"Nah...just some of this," she kissed me hungrily. I felt my nethers tingle as she pressed against me.
"Mmm," I grunted. "I need to finish this." My HK Mark 23 lay on the table, half-assembled, with an oily cloth next to it.
"Hmmm..." She started to examine the weapon with that intent, childlike curiosity of hers. It was quite different from the one she carried - a neat little revolver she could tuck into a skirt -, so she inspected its innards closely. "I've got an idea," she finally perked up.
"Yeah?" Now it was me who got intrigued.
"Shoot me with this."
I gave her a quizzical look, thinking she was kidding.
"I could do it with mine, but I want to feel you in my last moments."
"Why?", I managed to say, hoarse and confused.
"Because you're my precious?", she stroked my cheek.
"No, I mean why do you want to get shot?"
"Precious. You know I don't like people much. Except for you. And this world is chock full of them."
"I keep you safe from them," I hugged her protectively.
Her hair smelled like gingerbread and the sea. The same sea sparkled in her eyes, now wide with worry that I might say no. Of course I could never say no to her in the end; her inner and outer beauty tugged at my heartstrings with double force.
"Are you sure about this?", I pleaded. But already in the back of my head, an idea started to form.
"About as sure as I was when I said 'I do'," she winked.
I sighed, then leaned forward to whisper playfully in her ear.
"Can we have some steamy sex first?"
She giggled.
"Naturally," she said, then turned on her heel. "I'll be in the bedroom."

I put my pistol together really quick, threw my shirt on the counter, and rushed after her. The tingly feeling came back as I opened the door to reveal her perfectly curved body wrapped in nothing but a black silk bedsheet, as dark and shiny as her hair, which now fanned out behind her as she lay on her back. I wriggled out of my pants and dropped them on the floor, along with my boxers. Then I peeled off the silk, uncovering milky pale skin, lined with lots of even whiter, criss-crossing lines of old scars, and the occasional brownish news ones. Her nipples were perky and taut, each adorned by a steel bar going through it, ending in spikes. Neither of us was skinny, but where I was mostly tough meat beneath a layer of feminine padding, she was a luxuriously tender landscape of hills and valleys, where my eyes and hands could glide for hours without bumping into a single sharp edge.

I grabbed her round buttocks and nibbled her quivering belly. She acknowledged that I had brought the gun and put it on the nightstand, then gave herself in to the touch. I buried my face in her pillowy breasts, pinching and teasing her pierced nipples. I savored every second of her, holding my horny impatience back, knowing that this would be the very last time I could taste that soft, slightly salty skin; the last time I could nibble on her ear while stroking her smooth love handles; the last time I could hear her deep "mrrrmmm" as she slipped a finger between my folds and found me positively waterlogged. She tickled my clit and I tensed up with pleasure. I rubbed myself against her, and started to reciprocate the fingering. She was biting my lips, knotting her tongue with mine. We writhed forming a single organism, heat and desire pulsing through our veins. I shuddered with the orgasm overcoming me.

Moments later, I felt her contract too, and she grabbed my shoulders hard, as if she was afraid of falling somewhere. She then nibbled on my neck, and slowly went down on my body, biting curves, licking into crevices. But she stopped at my navel and came back again, taking her time at my breasts, sucking them, fondling them. All my nerve endings were on fire with excitement and joy. She started to finger me again, gently, lightly, driving me crazy for more. She looked deep into my eyes - hers were glittering, like two blue steel daggers in an assassin's hands -, and I knew what she wanted. I took my gun in my right hand and with the other, I also reached between her thighs. I kissed her neck and her full lips, pressing as close to her as I could. Our hearts aligned, we brought each other to climax again - and even bigger one like the first, and from her throat a ragged sound emerged.

"Now," she moaned softly, I was holding the gun against her back, pointing at her heart from backward - thus, also at mine. Without hesitation, still locked in a tight embrace, I bent my finger, activating the trigger. I felt a warm, intense pain spread in my chest, and heard her gasp, eyes widened, a tiny trickle of blood appearing at the corner of her mouth. With a last effort I kissed her again. I felt her finger twitch against my clit, and my mouth was full of the taste of sex and blood. Then everything faded to black - we died, so happy and so close together.
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