Night's Kiss
They call me Night, because that's when I come for you. I never work
during the day, and make sure noone sees me by the light of the sun. I love the moon, it
works a strange passion in me, a dark passion that lets me do my work.
I am an assassin of a particular type, a type known as a Thrill Killer. I am
judged quite beautiful, with long, ass length hair, soft brown eyes, and full, enticing
curves. I know how to use my body to get close to any man or woman. They cannot resist the
strange spell the moon weaves over me, but then, neither can I.
You were my target, Micheal, a businessman who stood in the way of a powerful
cartel of computer giants, proud and dangerous men who would brook no interference from a
small creator of erotic software like yourself. Your company was named Luna Enterprises,
and the cartel was amused by the idea of you dying at my hands.
I met you "accidentally" in the lobby of your building, bumping
into in a practiced fashion that assured you spilt your hot coffee on my clothes. It hurt,
but that's just part of the job, and part of the thrill. You were so considerate, as I
knew you would be, and invited me up to your apartment to get dry. Your eyes took in my
sleek body, sheathed i the now dripping wet evening dress I had chosen for the occasion.
It was black, with a splash of silvery sparkles across the waist. Wet, It clung to my form
tightly, like paint, and showed off every curve, every contour of my feminine body. I
pretended not to notice your gaze, but my nipples hardened beneath the thin cloth, and I
knew you has noticed when a bulge appeared in your trousers.
When we got up to your apartment, I showered in your bathrom, while you made
coffee for us both. I came out, wrapped in a towel, and you offered me sweats to wear
while my clothes dried, but I refused, insisting the towel was enough. Sweats, indeed...
Our conversation over coffee turned to business, and I you the carefully constructed lie
about my being an unemployed computer programmer looking for a job. I was *so* surprised
to learn that you owned a company. My flirting was subtle and discreet. I wouldn't want
you to think I was a whore, after all, but I made the point that I was willing to do
anything to get a job with, or perhaps even without the job... You are very handsome after
all.
I knew you were a good man, and wouldn't take advantage of me, but I also
knew you were enticed, and wished you could, so I began to flirt a little more boldly. I
let my eyes show my desire for you, which by now was quite real (The full moon helped),
and I think that softened your resolve not to take advantage of me.
It started with your touch on my hand, then a gentle kiss, almost timid. You
are shy around me, and I like that, but I see the heat in your eyes. I return your kiss,
and emboldened, your hands come around my waist and pull me close. Soon we are kissing
hungrily, and your hands are all over my towel clad body.
"Take me to your bed" I whisper, and your eyes widen. You are
hungry for me, and I am hungry for what I desire as well. You lift me gently but with
strength, and take me into your room, laying me on your king size bed, thick with
comforters. I open my towel, letting it fall to the sides as I stretch long and catlike.
Your eyes grow wide as you gaze upon my form, my full breasts, nipples hard, and my moist
pussy. Yes, lover, I'm already wet for you, I think.
You lay beside me and begin to touch and caress my breasts, working each
nipple even harder. I like your touch. I am in control. I make you do what I want with a
moan or a shifting of my body, and you live only to please me. Soon we are intertwined,
our bodies snaking around each other, our lips locked. Your clothes have fallen away,
sometimes not entirely intact. I am not a patient woman.
As the passions build, I stop you, and smile. "Safe sex, lover. I'll be
right back." I grin and hop off the bed, heading for the bathroom.
I suppose you thought I was going for a condom, and lay back, grinning like a
fool, and planning what you would do to me. Same here, lover, same here.
It must have been a surprise to you when I came back in holding a sleek black
pistol, fitted with a grim silencer. The weapon is the work of the finest german craftsman
of H&K, and only two dozen exist. It fired a .45 shell, equipped to cut through flesh
without stopping. It takes skill to kill with one shot with a weapon like this. Luckily, I
have skill to spare.
I smile as your eyes widen. I know I will see the terror i your eyes, smell
the fear of you wafting to my nostrils, its weet heady arome the ultimate aphrodisiac for
me.
But it doesn't happen. Unarmed and naked on the bed, you still smile up at
me, no fear. I move closer, maybe you can't see the weapon. I move onto the bed, and sit
on my heels, weapon pointing at your heart, and still you are not afraid. Instead you grow
more excited. Your cock gets larger, a fact I find impressive in its own right, for you
are not a small man. And then I know.
You are like me, one drawn to dark passions by the light of the moon. You
aren't afraid, as I wouldn't be. I look deeply into your eyes, and am transfixed by the
light of the divine madness therein. You reach up, and take the weapon from me. Your eyes,
I can't resist them. You lay me down, and point the weapon at me, at my heart.
But then you hesitate, and the spell breaks. It takes more than moon's dark
to kill, it takes a coldness inside, and you don't have it. I smile up at you.
"You can't kill me, lover. You don't have it in you." I can see
your desire, but you cannot pull the trigger.
Your smile fades, and the first taste of fear crosses your eyes. Now I am
afraid as well. You are the first moon lover I've had. You cannot be tainted by fear,
cannot spoil the moment.
I look deeply into your eyes, lending you strength, lending you a taste of my
coldness. "You are like me. The night calls you it does me. Join with me, and love
me."
You smile and set the weapon aside, and then thrust your cock deep into me
with a well practiced motion. I gasp and clutch you tightly to me, as the pain and
pleasure of your rude impalement washes over me. You thrust hard, like an animal, just how
I want you to. The moon energy washes over us, and you snarl, and I snarl, nails digging
into each other, lips pressed against each others so hard we both taste the copper of
blood, which only fuels our passion, and its not enough. Not now.
I break the kiss. "I have to kill you, or you have to kill me. I'm ready
to die for you. My life has been spent seeking the one perfect lover for me, and it's you.
Take the gun, have courage, and kill me."
You arc your back, thrusting even deeper into me, as I squirm and gasp under
you. With one hand you pick up the heavy weapon, and point it at my left breast. No
hesitation, no fear, my strength and yours, you pull the trigger. Once.
The shot strikes me, piercing my breasts, plunging through my heart, a
killing blow. The blow slams me hard, rocking the bed, my tits jiggling. My eyes grow wide
at the shock of pain and the sudden waves of pleasure as I cum. I feel your hot seed
splash my inner walls as you come as well, all our passions interweaveing, yours to kill,
mine to die.
Then you set the gun down, and lean against me heavily, your eyes on mine. My
hot sticky blood bonds us together. A trickle of red runs out of my mouth. My eyes stare
into your, glazing slowly, as the room darkens around me. You hold me tightly. Then sit
up, pulling my limp body with you. My arms fall back, and my head would as well, except
you hold it up with a hand behind my neck, staring deeply into my dying eyes, a silent
plea in your gaze.
If only I have the strength. You set me upon your cock, which is again hard
and ready and slide me in. I have only enough energy for the task at hand, this work must
be yours. You gently lay me back down, and begin to carefully thrust into my cunt, your
hands working my breasts, feeling my wounded heart slowing slowing.
Then you jerk over me, eyes filling with pain and pleasure, and collapse onto
me. The gun falls from my nerveless fingers as your weight sends me siralling down. You
cum inside me with life as I die. Your eyes give silent thanks as they glaze. We of the
moon seek to kill and die. We have given each other both of our passions. It is complete.
Your lips meet mine, and you gaze into my eyes as the light fades from them
and I die under you. My lips grow still, my heart stops unde your hand. Knowing I am dead,
lips still locked on mine, you join me in the light of the moon.
Copyright by Moira Lynn.