I push my cock straight into her pussy and bottom out. She moans as her hand grips the knife and her other holds onto the sheets next to her. Pumping my hips as I fuck into her so easily. She’s soaked for me. I want to taste her.
I push two fingers alongside the cock and enter her. Curling them slightly, I press along her inner walls as I continue to fuck her with the cock. She shakes and squeezes my fingers with her pussy.
Pulling my fingers out, I bring them straight to my mouth. Coating my tongue with her. She tastes amazing and I want more. First, I want to make her cum all over my cock.
Blood covers her front, and my knees are soaked. The beautiful liquid life is caked into the space around us and the rest coats our skin. I reach down and touch her clit with my fingers as I fuck her into the body beneath her.
She is louder now as her moans fill the room. The body is still warm beneath us and she coats me in her release. She is cumming all over my cock and leaking around the sides as I continue to pump into her. My fingers circling her clit as she cums hard.
My body clenches around nothing as it seeks its release. It feels so different being here with her. Killing together. Murder,sex, and mayhem. She is nothing like what I expected. She is mine. She is beautiful. She’s a psycho like me.
I fucking love this woman.
I climb from behind her and then off the bed. The blood slid down my legs slowly. It’s perfect. Everything about this is absolutely the best I’ve ever experienced. She knows what she is doing and does it so well.
Scarlett climbs from the bed and grabs my hand in hers as she leads me to the en suite bathroom. Time to get cleaned up and then I can make my kitten feel so fucking good over and over again for the rest of the night.
She grabs her phone and then shoots off a text before leaving it on the dresser and heading for the shower. The water comes on when she turns the knob and then we are both stepping into the stream. The blood slides down our skin and into the drain as the entire thing disappears like it never happened.
How many people has she killed in this very room and then washed their blood down the drain? More than I have, that’s for sure. She is a pro at this and apparently has enough money to cover the indiscretions without blinking.
I can’t believe that I met her. That she has become more than I ever believed possible. My little psycho. My Scarlett. My kitten. Mine.
It’s Thursday and I have work. Today is my vibe day so whatever I’m really feeling but I think after last night with Scarlett, I want to introduce this new persona.
I’m in the locker room and I have put on this long black dress that has slits up to my waist. There is a sheer panel over my upper chest and down to my stomach in a deep v. It’s soft and perfectly sexy.
I grab my headdress from the locker. The one I used for the photoshoot. Placing it on my head and adjusting it till it sits perfectly in place. It’s so heavy but far too beautiful to not use today. It’s going to be the perfect introduction to my new persona.
My hair is straight and my makeup is a natural smokey eye with a deep red lip. I’m excited about today because this persona is going to be all for her. For Scarlett.
I check the full-length mirror before closing my locker up tight. With my phone in hand, I head for my room. I know it’sready because I got the usual message that it is. Today, I had them set up the room with dark-colored everything. Red and blacks everywhere you look.
I plan on this being an occult type feel to it. Witches, vampires, and whatever else I can fit into this stream. Because who doesn’t love the occult? It’s November eighteenth, and the photoshoot dropped this morning.
That means today is the day that I can share this new persona with everyone. That I can give more to Scarlett than anyone else. She will be on the stream this morning. She knows I have a surprise for her. She’s seen the images from the photoshoot and loves it as much as I do.
I’m just sad she couldn’t join me today. It would have been fun for her to join me, but that takes time and paperwork, plus she wasn’t ready for all of that openness that it takes to be on camera.
Which is totally her choice. I close the bedroom door and look around at all the muted lights, the beautiful satiny covers on the bed, and the bucket of fake blood just out of the camera’s view. It’s going to be perfect today.
I situate myself at the foot of the bed and claim the place in front of the TV. I make sure all the right screens are open and ready before I hit the button to start the live stream. I take a moment to share the stream with Scarlett before dropping my phone on the desk, just out of view.
And here we go. The chat pings loudly as people comment on my look for today. The outfit’s not out of the ordinary for me, but it is new. The headdress being the main focus of today’s conversation.
I love this. The conversations. The people that join me. The reverence they show me every time. It’s as intoxicating as all the murders are. The chat blows up and I just stare at the screen in front of me as I wait for more people to join. I don’t want towaste my introduction on a handful of regulars when I can make it a production when there’s far more people in the stream.
The counter climbs slowly. One hundred. Two hundred. By the time that three hundred hits, I’m almost vibrating in my skin with excitement. This is going to be perfect.
“Good morning, my beautiful followers. Welcome to the world of occult extraordinaire Lady Samara. You may address me as such and only as such. As of this morning, you should have seen the photo of my debut entrance to this world. A beautiful piece of artwork that showcases everything that I am.”
I pause for dramatic effect. Everything is theatrics in the cam world. Fake personas, fake orgasms, and fake everything else. It’s all about the performance and keeping the audience engaged within that world. Lady Samara is no different.
“Today is National Occult Day and I can’t wait to share many more days with you all. Story time. I love the occult and especially the tale of Elizabeth Bathory and her leading ladies in murderous blood. They believed in the healing essence of blood and bathed in it regularly. She believed it kept her young and supple. She murdered young girls to steal their beauty.”
“My name is Lady Samara, and I’m going to give you a peek into my world.”
I press a button discreetly and the lights flicker and the camera screen changes to several angles as I stare straight ahead and wait for the show to stop. The chat loves every second of it as a chorus of different greetings comes through.
