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Danny’s POV:
The fog these days seems to be thicker than usual, not that I’m complaining. It makes it a hell of a lot easier to sneak around the realms without running into the other assholes the entity uses as a catalyst for her bloodlust. The dewy mist swirled around me. Each step I took with purpose and ease. Stalking past a myriad of tall rough oak and pine, the delicate soil beneath my combat boots aiding in my soundless pursuit. I scanned the path ahead, I had no clue where I was going, all I knew was I was bored and feeling ravenous.
After trials I always had a hankering for more, they never satisfied me the way they should. It was no fun killing if the blood wasn’t yours to spill, if the red wasn’t solely for your pleasure. No amount of snapshots can stop the fact that in the end, it's all for the entity. But I can’t stop now, there's no escape here, even for us slaughterers of the lambs served to us on silver crimson soaked platters. The thought of having something, someone for just me again. A lamb all of my own, no lamb to sacrifice for a spider legged god who loves the game of chase. Maybe it's selfish of me to want that, I sure as hell would rather be a selfish psychopath than a slave to a god's will. Passing a large rock formation, flipping my tactical knife in my leather studded grasp with skillful yet casual ease I was almost too deep in thought to notice the sound of a twig snapping. Stopping in my tracks, still as a statue gripping my knife tightly I listened intently.
“M..mm~”
My eyes widened, I could feel my chest tighten and my eyes dilated under my mask. A whimper…no..that was a mewl..the sound of pleasure. My heart rate increased, I hate to say it but that small sound was enough to drive me up a fucking wall. It sounded so weak, so fragile it was…Perfect.
Kneeling down slowly, I crouched to ground level. Just as I have done many times before. By how tight I was gripping my knife, I can only imagine how white my knuckles were under the shiny black leather. Each step I took was calculated, clean. Slowly, I creeped my way to the edge of the rock formation. My heart threatening to beat out of my chest, I did my best to keep my composure. As I leaned to peek at the source of the sound, it happened again.
“A-Aaah!”
Another cry, another fucking cry followed by a sharp high pitched inhale.
Holding my place, I took a quiet shaky exhale. Feeling the tightness in my pants only get tighter, fuck…Its been so god damn long since I heard noises like that I had forgotten what they sound like…And just what they fucking do to me.
It sounded pure, like a song my god did it made me want more. I wanted them to make more, so much more pretty little noises like that. For me, just for me, all for me. I wanted to be the one making them moan and mewl like a cat in heat. The thought of it, of hearing such a pretty voice sing as I glade the tip of my cold knife down there chest, as I carve my initials in their sweet supple flesh, marking them, licking their sweet blood off my blade. Mine..mine all mine! I could feel the blood rushing through my system, my heart pumping fast and hard as I fantasized. I couldn’t take it, I needed to see who this was. Who was making such fucking beautiful music for me to bask in, what little lamb was here waiting just for me.
I peaked beyond the rock's surface, staying low amongst the mist. Not to be seen or to be heard. And my god, was I Not disappointed.
Y/N’S POV:
Ever since I was lost in the fog, All I have known was stress.
The life I lived before being dragged to this nightmare was nothing short of normal, but at least it wasn’t this. Running for my life, dying over and over again only to be plopped right back at a silly little campfire and dragged into the fray once more. I have been here for who knows how long at this point, I stopped counting after the first month. In a realm where time is fickle, night is forever and the woods are endless you begin to lose all sense of normality. The other survivors, though they may be the only support you have, can at times be even more frustrating than the killers and trials themselves. It could probably just be me, even when I was back home I wasn’t much of a people person. I had maybe 3 friends and even then I never hung out with them as much as I wanted to. It's a hard fact of my reality..or at least what it was before all of this.
They warn you not to go past the campfire, that the woods beyond campgrounds are dangerous. Practically forcing you to be around everyone 24/7, no privacy, no alone time. Only watch each other's backs and be with one another all the damn time. At first it was great, not being alone in a place like this seemed like a blessing, safety in numbers I suppose. But overtime, it feels..crowded and stuffy. Going to the bathroom, bathing, doing anything alone is almost practically impossible and the worst part is, so many of the survivors just have gotten used to living this way. Constantly running, hiding, huddling like rats in the cold damp sewers during a storm.
They may be used to it, but not me. I can never be used to it. I can’t stand living like this, even if I die a million deaths and have to run forever I refuse to be like this….Though realistically what choice do I have? Sighing I wrapped my arms around myself, Looking up as I walked. I didn’t care how far away I was from camp, If I got caught and strung up I'd just pop back there anyways, by the fire and the others. Looking around, I noticed how thick the fog was out here.
Was it always this dense? I moved my hand in the air, the wispy white smoke like air ribboned between my slender (S/C) fingers. It was cold, crisp and almost clean. The lingering smell of dank forest, and dried blood that caked on my clothes was all that filled my senses as I took each step. This was the first time I really had any time to myself, the first instant I’ve had for months to just breathe and be on my own. It was…
Strangely liberating, I felt rebellious almost. Like the first time I snuck out when I was a teenager, it was almost a rush.
I let out a small chuckle, my lips tugging into a small grin.
With a lil more vigor in my step, I had a reckless thought, a reckless dirty thought.
My cheeks flushed, crimson spreading heat across my face and flooding a pool, a heat between my legs that I haven’t felt in so long that it almost gave me whip last. Taking an unsteady breath, I stopped in my tracks. My mind fogged with the sudden need. How long has it been since I touched myself? Hell, how long has it been since someone touched me? I stood there trying to remember the last time I slept with anyone, I have before I know that much it’s just…who it was was fuzzy for some reason. I remember what we did…what he did to me..mm. My hands trembled slightly, pressing my legs together and my eyelids felt heavier as the events of that night flashed through my mind. It was Halloween a year or two before I was taken by the entity, I was dressed as a witch, hat and everything. I remember how drunk I got, I’m hell of a lot braver when I have a few whisky sours in my system or so I have been told when I did go out. But I remember this guy dressed as a vampire or I think some kind of dark prince? The fine details of that night were a little fuzzy, but the way he looked at me…the way his lips felt on my neck…his rough hands on my skin.
Fuck I…I need to feel something again.
Heart racing, body warm with need I couldn’t take it anymore. Finally I have alone time and I knew exactly what I was gonna do with it. Rushing past tall trees that seemed to touch the night sky itself, I looked for a spot that had some sort of cover to it. If the entity had any control over the formation of the realms for trials I figured it had similar layouts for the realms that weren’t used during trials. Usually in the wooded areas there were bushes, or even boulders and rock clusters big enough to hide behind or use as cover. Those have come in handy whilst hiding from killers, lord knows how many times it's saved me from getting sliced and diced by those manic’s.
The more I walked the more my mind raced with memories of that night, each thrust of his hips, the scratches I left on his back as I dug my nails into his flesh, the sweet nothings he whispered into my ear as he filled my senses with pleasure. It was as tender as it was passionate. I would give anything to be touched like that again, to release all of this pressure and frustration in one swift act of two lovers bonding. I crave it, I need it, I want it, I miss it.
I scanned my surroundings, looking, hoping for anything I can use to cover the sin I was about to commit under the entity's false night. And just as the frustration grew, my eyes rested upon a large rock formation, with two large bushes and a rather large pine tree perfectly aligned to conceal anyone looking for a place to hide. Wasting no time, I pushed past the bush and ducked under a branch into the small clearing, looking around I noticed very little spots that can be used to peak inside, the only place was a small area in the bush met the rock formation but you would have to be very low to the ground to get a good look inside. Lust flooding my reasoning I couldn’t stop myself any longer, walking backwards into the surface of the tree, the sharp pointy bark stuck into my back through my shirt. I didn’t care how uncomfortable it made me, I needed to feel something.
Huffing into the night air, my breath visible in the crisp dusk. My hands fumbled with the buttons of my black jeans, my chest rising and falling with each lust laced breath, my eyelids weighted down with the prospect of stimulation, and a promise of desire long overdue. Finally freeing the scuffed brass button from its denim prison I unzipped the zipper with labored haste, taking a moment to inhale and look down at myself.
W..what am I about to do?...I could get caught…killed..if I did would I pop back up at camp pants half down and my slick on my fingers?...
Honestly, the thought was erotic…oh god I am such a freak..
Biting my lip I lifted my shirt slightly, letting my fingers slide slowly down my navel. Closing my eyes, I took in a breath and imagined it was someone else touching me so sweetly. Dipping my fingers past the point of no return, I touched my sex with conviction. Giving in to the siren song of degeneracy, and indulgence.
The pads on my fingers pressed and pulled, sliding on and over each bundle of nerves sending shocks of fancy through my system. Flecks of color flash behind my eyelids as all kinds of sensual fantasies and desires cross my mind. Practically pawing at my sex like a playful cat at its toy. Each tension, every hardship melted into nothing as I felt myself. My face was red and hot, It was too much and not enough at the same time. Pushing my back harder against the tree, my knees felt weak. I tried my best to keep quiet, biting my lip so hard it threatened to break skin. Bucking against my own hand, I was too dazed with need to be ashamed of my actions. Losing my balance for a moment, my foot stepped on a twig breaking it with an audible snap.
Stopping for a brief moment, I let out a shaky breath. I waited, waited for a sign I was being watched or listened to. That a killer had wandered into the area, perhaps waiting to strike. When nothing was heard, my mind quickly left panic mode and retreated back into the waters of indecency.
The forest was a sea of mystery, the fog its waves of unknown possibilities and outcomes. I couldn’t help but call out into the night, to a lover who wasn’t there.
“M..mm~”
I cooed, a purr rolling past a quivering bottom lip.
I felt as more and more tension slipped away into the night, disappearing into the air as I dipped my fingers further down. My eyes opened slightly, vision hazed at the corners from my eyelids being shut so tightly. Lifting myself slightly I pulled down my jeans a little past my thighs with my free hand exposing myself more to the cold air. It pricked my skin with bumps, a stark contrast to the heat and restriction of the thick denim. Pushing them further until the garment pooled around my ankles, I stepped a foot out, then another. My legs, exposed, the only thing concealing my delicate sex was my thin underwear. It was cold, but my body was generating so much heat the cold wasn’t entirely bothersome.
Opening my legs more, I dip my fingers into my mouth, lubing them before sliding them back down further. Press the pad of my middle finger against my entrance, My eyebrows furrow, lips parted slightly. Slowly and skillfully, as I had done many times before I push past the opening and move a finger inside.
“A-Aaah!”
It was a shock to the system, like a reset. And god did it feel right, I was tight, that's what happens after so long of no playtime. I need this, I need to be fucked. Fucked so hard I blackout in to a void of just numbness. Bringing my free hand up my body, up my shirt I bundled the fabric between my fingers pulling it up to my teeth. Biting down on the fabric, the taste of dried blood and soil was present on my tongue. It didn’t bother me though, strangely enough. As I pumped my finger deep, sliding against my tight walls. More huffs of pleasure escaped my lips. Bringing my free hand to my hardened nipple, the cold air aiding in the stiffening of the sensitive bud. I took the stoned flesh between my fingers, pinching and pulling only further adding to the delicious stimulation. It was primal, a high that I did everything to chase.
I closed my eyes once again, letting lust be my guide.
Danny’s POV:
In a hell like this, a sight this holy felt like an abomination to god.
Never once in my days of stalking the night, killing as ‘Ghostface’ Have I ever stumbled upon a sight like this. Sure I’ve seen people naked, dudes with their pants down. Seen all kinds of personal shit you do when you think no one is watching you. But this?....This was raw, this was fucking a spectical. Such a pretty thing, so overcome with need and want. It was so beautiful and so pathetic at the same time. They were stuck in here for god knows how long, all alone with a bunch of pitiful strangers. In the end, they are no different than us. Taken for such a sick game, I don’t pity them…far from it.
If I were to say I wasn’t turned on by this, I’d be a fucking liar. The feeling of my cock pressed against the tight leather of my pants was all the evidence needed to set me up for trial, not that I’d ever let myself get caught that is. It was painful, in a good way but still painful. I wanted nothing more than to burst in and take that lamb all for myself. But I’m not like the other killers and manics trapped here, no I don’t just barge in and take what I want off jump. I’m more calculated than that, unlike Cannibal or Oni I know how to savor my food. And this morsel is too good to simply dissolve on my tongue.
Smirking under my mask, I reach for my camera.
I can’t let a piece of art like this go undocumented, what kind of aesthete would I be if I didn’t take a lil memento for the road. Besides…If I let the lamb get away this time that means more nights like this..more nights and more pictures for proof and leverage. A plan formulated in my mind as I turned the flash off. Lining the shot, I licked my lips under my mask. I didn’t care how creepy this made me look, that shame long since left me after the first several times I stalked my prey. I sat, waiting for the perfect shoot. And…
Snap
I let the picture fall, onto my lap and lined up for another
That's it baby…lift that leg up for me now…so good~
Snap
Another fell, covering its predecessor below.
Fuck me..its getting harder to control myself, no no I need just one more. One more pretty picture to paint with my cum later. Come on..one more for me now~
And..and
Snap
Atta Lamb, so good for your big bad Ghostie.
Fuck me, If I restrict my cock any longer it’d pop a damn blood vessel. Placing my camera back down in its place I wasted no time unbuckling my belt and getting my thick stiffy out its cage, the tip was red full from the blood being rushed to it a little drop of white bubbled at the slit. Rubbing a gloved finger over the precum I brought my finger under the mask and tasted myself. Sucking the cum from my finger, hungrily. Biting down on the tip of the finger of the glove I pulled it off, spitting it aside. My hand now exposed to the cold air, long slender fingers grasp down on the throbbing member. The veins on the backs of my hands flexed as I pumped myself a few times. Biting down on my lip, I let out a soft exhale. My eyes fixed on the wonder in front of me.
It wasn’t long before I could feel the heat that plagued my aching cock rush to my face, my cheeks feeling hot and clammy against the confines of my mask. It was a both blessing and a curse, a curse cause fuck was it stuffy, and a blessing cause god forbid the lamb noticed my uninvited participation they wouldn’t see just how much I wanted them. I’m not ashamed that I desire them, not one bit but I know if the lamb realizes that…well they might think they actually have power over me. And we don’t want a lamb to think they have the same bite as a wolf, that's a bad look for such a sweet thing. Then again, I like biting…and being bit.
From the way they were fucking into themselves with their fingers, their back arched and that sweet ass pressed against the tree I could tell they wanted it bad. Wanted to be fucked nice and hard, given a reason to scream other then being chased around the trials. Oh how I wanted to give them that, give them a real reason to Scream..
I wonder how many times they’ve gotten this way, if anyone’s made them feel like that before. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, the thought of someone else's hands on you..I gritted my teeth, my grip tightening around my cock. No..No one was allowed to touch you, not look at you, you were no ones, you were all mine…Mine MINE. Mine to soil, mine to corrupt!
I stroked my cock faster, the thought of you all to myself no one else in the realm just us. Me and my lamb, my sweet lamb. All for me. Yeah I was selfish, selfish for wanting to taste you, to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you, to ruin you, to make you Scream, to absolutely destory you. I wanted to be inside you, to claim you, mark you as my own. No one would ever hurt you, ever touch you, only me. Your blood was mine to spill, mine to taste to smear all over my lips and cock. To lap up like a dog who hasn’t drank anything for days.
Fuck I wanted you, I wanted you so bad it was almost sickening. The obsession boiled in my chest, hot and dangerous. You have consumed my entire being, and here I was on the floor of these shitty woods, beating my fucking throbbing cock like I needed to to survive. I was sick, twisted, a killer with blood on my hands and I still wanted to hurt you…but the want I felt in this moment..the desire…the Lust. It took over my want to hurt you…and I hated it.
I was getting close, so close to the edge and I didn’t know if I wanted to know what was on the other side. This type of desire never ended well for me, but damn did it feel so good in the moment.
I can’t take it, I can't function.
I sat back, mouth open, breathing quickly and quietly. Chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, I watched as your face contorted and twisted with need and desire, my own expression threatening to mimic such a pathetic look. Gripping the grass below I dug my gloved fingers into the earth, destroying the fertile soil in their wake. I felt the rose that sprouted in my core start to bud, threatening to bloom.
What are you doing to me lamb?
Y/N’s POV:
Leaning my head back, my shirt still stuffed in my maw. I grit my teeth as I pump another finger inside myself, stretching myself further. The pain was pleasure, and the pleasure was pain. I didn’t care anymore, I was past the point of awareness, blissfully and some would say foolishly unaware of what was around me. All I could feel was a world of brilliant technicolor, purples and oranges flash my vision. A beautiful breath of fresh air compared to the muddy hues of reality.
I dug deeper, pumping faster. Audible evidence of my desperation rang in the night air, lewd sounds sung amongst the trees. And as soon as I hit my sweet spot, I was shameless, reckless in my cries.
Closer and Closer I came to my ruin, a ruin done at my own hands that I longed to be another's.
Close.
Close.
Close so..close..
Sing for me lamb, please I’m so close.
I…I’m…
“MMMFPP~” I growled into my shirt, body jolting as each wave of release rocked through me like the waters of a storm. My vision went white, my knees giving out as I rode the high sliding down the tree. The bark dug into my back, leaving scratches along my back. Taking my fingers away, my wet, shiny white mess was all over me. Looking at my hand, I let out a weak chuckle.
“I..I can’t believe I just…did that..” Was all you can muster the strength to say.
Danny’s POV:
Mindless, driven by desire and the need to get yourself off. This survivor was a total freak, and they have the nerve to call me sick. This was sick, wandering off in a big scary woods by yourself where a bunch of killers dwell to get yourself off and be this loud about it? It’s like they wanna get caught, little did they know…They got exactly what they wished for..silly lamb.
I was practically fucking my own hand, bucking at the same pace you were fingering themselves. At one point I let go to spit in my hand to lube up my grasp, I wish this wetness was theirs and not my saliva. Fuck to shove my tongue down there throat, bite there fucking tongue and feel the struggle under me. I thought about how nice they would feel under me, soft..supple. I wanted to place my hand on the small of there back as they arched and bounced on my fucking rock hard stiffy. From how round that ass was, I bet it was a glorious feeling that plush mount of flesh hit the base of my cock.
Not once did I close my eyes, I couldn’t allow myself too. If I did I knew I’d miss every detail, I wanted to see it all.
I was so fucking close it hurt, I usually edged myself when I would beat off but I found myself struggling. What kind of spell you have me under, I have no clue what it is but I don’t know if I like it.
Close.
Close.
Close so..close..
Sing for me lamb, please I’m so close.
I…I’m…
I was so taken back by the sound that erupted from you, that it sent such waves through me. When I came I let out a noise I didn’t think I was even capable of, I bit down quickly on my bottom lip as strings of cum shot from my swollen top. Cock jumping in my hand, I gripped the base tightly pumping a few more times as I rode out my orgasm.
Cum webbed along the bush that covered most of me, the white against evergreen reminded me of snow in winter.
Quickly, swiftly and quietly I gathered my evidence and placed my glove back on. I wasn’t going to stay long enough for them to get any wind I was here. As I zipped myself back up, I crossed my t’s and dotted my I’s and before I left took one last look at my lamb.
They made such a mess of themselves…Hopefully next time the origins of that mess will be from my hands.