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Played by    115 Posts Jessie Michels
Rude ass motherfucker did not even reply.

“Rude.”

And, since said rude ass motherfucker was just writhing about, trying get the dagger out--

I shall enjoy, Jessie figured, and with interest dark, and surely too dark to peg him any level of good--

He did watch.

Pupils wide, banging large-- a head tilt to follow. A smirk that crossed his mouth.

Jessie did not stupidly ignore the world ‘bout; as he witnessed this great, and amazing sight, feeling a sure surge of power ain’t nobody decline him, not if he’d gotten a level V down, he still minded a few important facts--

This was an area for drifters.

Infected were bound to show up--

Blood. And the scent thereof should be amazing, alluring like the promise of a good fuck.

Shame this one ain’t really give in in that.

Beggars choosers, hell.

So, equipped and with his hold tight on his weapon, Jessie watched; the sadistic, mean part of him honed into being after so many years allowed a guilty amount of blood to pour down into his cock; that, too, throbbed.

He shifted it in his pants only because he wasn’t seeing the point in nicely conducting himself; a cunt vampire pulling himself together, and there Jessie was, fixing his dick and balls.

Really, he thought twas laughable.

(Twas.)

The adrenaline intoxicated him, and his cheeks were flush.

He had a hand imprint around his throat, too. And his wrist. Right. His lips bloodied, but clotting had kicked in, and Jessie closed his eyes.

He inhaled.

Exhaled.

feeling impossibly alive

Opened ‘em again and observed the asshole crawl inside the store--

And, being that cheek ain’t know no end, Jessie laughed stupidly-- for he laughed strongly, actually, and with brazen birr he stumbled forth, stopping himself where the sun don’t shine in and the literal threshold--

And he bellowed--

(To the sound of rain and life.)

“REMEMBER, BABY, I WAS INSIDE YOUUUUUUU.”

Cunt--

Jessie himself, for once.

And, drunk on all this, the adrenaline, the chaos, all things wicked, he spat out an exhale rattled, and shaky.

And horny.

And laughed, smiling widely-- before he swept his wet, floppy hair from his face, winked at the fucking darkness-- then he turned 'round, and actually acted, for once, kinda smart.

He fucked off from here.

For now.
Posted 05-02-2021, 03:21 PM
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