Slash Her EXTREME 18

Blood was her art, daubing evil shapes with secret cuttings,
Escape from reality’s dreary troubles,
Sold well, well enough to move away,
Away to her dream of a cabin in the woods.

Maple-Pine, lost in the Appalachian mountains, attracts unwelcome tourists,
Ed and Emily smoke beneath the stars rousing evil’s wrath,
Kane’s wrath, the twisted monster scalps his guests,
For visitors are unwelcome in his guarded land.

Reluctantly the small town agent hands her the keys,
Suggests to Lyra that she should leave the cursed cabin,
A wilderness haunted by death. Lyra hates superstition,
Drives alone to her welcoming paradise.

Maple-Pine beckons and Lyra soon tires painting in blood from a dripping arm,
Asleep she falls on her new couch, deeply she sleeps,
Does not hear Kane’s entrance, he unsheathes his machete and raises it,
Her arm slings dripping scarlet juices on the wooden floor.

She stirs, Kane hesitates as never before, and draws the blade along her body,
Confused by the sight before him, man-beast reaches out and touches the wound,
Lyra wakes fearful, crawls back into the sofa’s refuge,
As he points the blade at her throat, eyes close.

He hesitates, steps back, steals away from her heaving chest and the thoughts it instills,
Scarred face, demonic eyes, the body of an ogre.
Lyra sensed his retreat and without hesitation runs for the door,
Immediately Kane pursues the fleeing deer, for the legend would have a witness.

Owls howl as clouds besmirch the moon limiting her view,
Car keys left inside, she escapes into the shelter of the swaying trees.
Kane knows his wilderness well, she cannot outsmart him, cannot escape,
The scent of her blood still fills him, the scent of his prey, he stalks on.

She loses her footing and slips in damp soil, dirtying herself,
Clarity strikes and she crawls beneath overgrowth, listening as he thunders close by.
Her scent, vulnerable form, lonely creature like Kane,
But also a threat that must be subdued, tears his absent heart in two.

As he closes in panic sets in and her breath screams,
His stomping is silent and she clambers out, looking for an escape,
Whilst trying to stand her throat is grabbed and body flung against a thick trunk,
Clouds dissipate and the moon glows on the single cries pearl that rolls down her face.

He taps the blade in his hand, as she presses her back into the bark,
Stealthily he paces towards her, blade aimed she tilts her head as he thrusts it.
Her eyes half close in relief, the blade pierces tree not her heart,
His mighty hand clasps her neck, unsure of himself he hesitates…

‘Save me,’ Lyra whispers,
A new warmth burning her face,
Trickling down the inside of her body.
Momentarily his grip tightens,
‘Save me,’ she whispers again.
Teeth bite her lip,
Her golden eyes meet his black pits,
Electric passes between them.

‘All I want is to escape the world,
Never to return.’

Mutual understanding, Kane’s compassion,
His mouth meets hers,
And with an ardent fury they join.

In the wilderness he pushes against her,
In the wilderness she unleashes his list,
In the wilderness he frees her body.

The strength of a giant lifts her,
Pulls one knee up against the trunk,
Enters her with his lust and drives into his prey,
Over and over.

In the wilderness they fuck,
In the wilderness they merge,
In the wilderness she flexes,
Need growing as he pulsates.

Until the passion can be held no longer,
And she tightens and grips as he fills her.

She does not resist when he lifts her spent body,
And sinks into his cradling arms, head buried in his shoulder,
Knowing that he will never let her leave.

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