My Nihilism Got Me Laid?!

Well, having sex in front of a cult was not on my bingo card today...

I begin to walk towards the car.

"Asher, let's get out of he-"

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME! THE LORD WAS GOING TO CHOOSE ME AS THE MOTHER OF OUR NEW LORD YOU, WHORE!"

*BANG!*

Whipping my head around, I see Asher lying on the floor, while a woman holding a knife is on top of her.

There's a moment of silence as time stands still.

Asher's eyes water as the gun I'd given her trembles in her small hands.

The woman's corpse falls to the side as an exit wound in the back of her skull violently gushes blood.

Like a pack of piranhas, everyone's attention turns to Asher.

The cult bares their ugly fangs as they pull out knives of their own.

Thanks to this immortality ability of mine, my reflexes are faster than any of them.

Flipping the knife in my hand, I don't hesitate. Driving the knife into his cranium, I impale the guy beside me; yanking it out, I slash and dash through any obstruction as I bolt towards Asher.

Focusing my blood into my arm, my biceps flex and I'm able to pick her up with ease. Throwing her over my shoulder, I give her a piggyback ride. Clenching with all her might, she latches her body around me like a backpack.

"There's no need for a tie." I command. The horde of cultists charge towards is like a round of COD zombies.

I don't know if it's because I just died in the most painful way possible or the adrenaline, but I have never felt so awake.

When faced with a literal wave of people, I'm... grinning.

Focusing my blood on the muscle fibers in my legs, my steps feel powerful and commanding. Jumping forward, I spartan kick the first guy charging at us. My foot drives through his stomach and out the other side, like stepping on a pumpkin.

*BANG!*

As Asher clings to my back, she fires the pistol, hitting two of the cultist in a collateral shot.

Just like that, we became the perfect weapon: she the gun and I, the bayonet.

Plowing our way through the crowd, I cut and dice the lunatics as they charge us with their blades. My blade tears across their flesh, organs and blood sprays through the night air in a graceful mist.

Asher caps any of the strays I miss while I use my body to block any strikes directed at her.

I don't know how much time had passed, but we stood in the middle of the herd of gutted corpses, not a single cultist remained.

Standing there panting, my muscle fibers ache; meanwhile Asher holsters the pistol in her leather belt. While the silent night is only accompanied by the chirping of the crickets.

My feet squish and stick due to the dried blood, and organs stuck between the tracks. Stumbling over to the stoop of the wooden church, I set Asher down.

With a deep exhale, we plop down, our bodies slouching.

"That was the most interesting sermon I've ever heard." I scoff.

She begins to chuckle before bursting out into laugher. I can't tell if it's the hysteria or the adrenaline wearing off, but I begin laughing as well.

Our laughing diffuses into a weak giggle as we attempt to recompose ourselves.

"So, what do we do now?" She asks.

"Lets see..." Looking around, my eyes land on a generator. "I got an idea."

Dragging myself up, I go over to the gasoline generator, grabbing the jerry can next to it, I return to the stoop, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and lighter from one of the corpse's pockets.

Unscrewing the cap, I tilt my head. "Is this blasphemous?"

She scoffs, looking over at the pile of corpses. "I think the lord will forgive you for this one."

We lazily spread the gasoline around the carpeted floor of the cultist church.

I've never smoked in my life, but for some reason, it felt like a badass thing to do. So I pull one out of the pack. Flicking the zippo lighter, a spark flickers as the flame engulfs the tip of the cigarette.

Taking one puff, I'm about to toss it onto the gasoline trail, but Asher takes it from me before I can.

She looks at me with mutually tired eyes as she takes a single puff before tossing it on the gasoline trail.

"Ooh, that was bad ass." I joke.

"You think so?" She scoffs.

The cigarette lights, as a flame races towards the wooden building.

Without even watching it burn, we turn away and walk towards the car.

She attempts to wipe off her tongue, but there's no part of her that isn't covered in blood. "I'm never smoking again. That tasted nasty."

"Yea, that was a one time thing for me."

In the distance, we hear sirens as police squad cars pull up to the scene.

We watch from the dark cover of the woods. My body is covered head to toe in blood. I can feel someone's organ has made its way down the back of my shirt.

A SUV pulls up to the burning building as I watch Folie hop out of the car, giving some military hand sigh to a squadron of officers as they move forward with their guns up.

Beside her is Fintan, accompanied by the fire department.

Stumbling towards the entrance of the camp, we find Asher's blue car sitting undisturbed in the parking lot. For some reason, seeing that car brought about a feeling of safety. The finish line of this hellish night.

I groggily pull myself into the driver's seat of the car, practically throwing myself into the seat.

There's a moment of silence as we sit in the car; neither of us speaks a word as we pant for air.

The car smells like blood and gunpowder; somehow my mind is racing, yet empty, as I can't think of anything describable.

The automatic lights dim as the car returns to its inactive darkness.

Cautiously, I turn my head. "Asher are you ok-"

Before I can finish my sentence, she lunges on top of me.

As I sit in the driver's seat, Asher puts her hands on my head; our lips smush together as she swirls her tongue around my mouth as she gives me a sloppy french kiss.

My eyes widen as I lean back.

She doesn't lose her mouth lock as she desperately struggles to pull my shirt off.

Lifting it over my head, that organ that was stuck back there falls onto the car seat, slipping between the cushion and the centerboard.

Ew...

Despite... that, Asher continues her lustful advances. For some reason, that... exercise has flooded me with a libido as I now match her desperate motions. Reaching down, I reach under her cloak, pulling her panties out from her soaked pussy.

Thankfully, our crotch areas are blood free, as I don't really feel like becoming blood brothers with a corpse.

Placing her hands on my shoulders, she squats over my thrashing dick. Pulling her panties aside, her pussy drips onto my cock. Despite having just fucked her an hour ago, I still crave that tight pussy.

Covering my cock with her pussy as she lowers herself, giving me a naughty grin. "Are you ready o' mighty lord?"

Matching her smirk, I pull the lever on the seat, allowing it to recline. "Yes, I give you permission to use my holy cross."

Some part of that foreplay has gotta be blasphemous.

****

I can't tell if it was the shock or if she's changed after such events, but the entire car ride home we had trivial conversations, as though we hadn't just killed a sermon worth of people.

Then again, based on this night, we'll be adding one life. (⸝⸝╥﹏╥⸝⸝⸝ )

Opening the door to the apartment, blood drips down my hair as my blurry vision attempts to scan the room. Asher ain't looking much better as her once braided hair has become frizzy, her face is covered in dirt smudges, our clothes are torn, and I have countless splinters impaling my arm.

"I'm home."

"Gravy! Your home lat- oh, what happened to you? Nevermind that, did you bring home pizza!?"

Ammit walks over. "Gravy, I am so horn-" Her eyes narrow as they lock onto Asher. "Gravy..." she growls. "Why are you back so late? Did you seriously go on a killing spree with a different woman?!" Her eyes begin to water as she storms away and slams the room to one of the doors.

"So... was that a yes or no on the pizza?"

As we stand emotionally drained in the doorway, I sigh.

Leaving the penthouse and returning to the hall, I close the door. The last thing I see is Boketto eagerly reaching out. Guiding Asher down the carpeted hall, I sigh, realizing tomorrow might be even more tiring than today..

"Where are we going, Graves? Who were those women?"

"I don't have the energy to deal with them tonight, I'll take you to your apartment."

"My apartment?"

Shit, forgot to sell her on the place... whatever, I'll do it in the morning.

Arriving at the penthouse I rent to Scylla, I push open the door.

The place is desolate and dark. It seems Scylla hasn't fully moved in yet. That's probably for the best, as we look like we just used blood for a slip and slide.

Practically crumbling onto one of the chairs in the kitchen, I lazily point towards the bathroom as I drop my head onto the counter. "You can take a shower first, I'll try to find you some clothes for the night."

"Oh... thank you." She begins to walk towards it, yet pauses.

She cautiously turns to me. "Graves..." Lifting the cloak over her head, she reveals her supple body as blotches of red stain her bright blue bra and panties.

I know, I know, sexy woman in front of me; I should be flustered and all that... but I am so tired...

‎꜀( ꜆-ࡇ-)꜆ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

"Do you think you could help me... shower off?"

Three times in one night. Where does she get the energy?

( '≖ _ ≖') Then again, she wasn't the one that took part in a blood eagle ritual.

With a monotone groan, I drag myself up from the counter and walk over to her.

"Alright..." I say with a tired sigh. Grabbing her ass, my bloody hand sinks into her bubble butt.

She lets out a yelp, yet leans into me with a smirk.

(ভ﹃ ভ ")ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 "But you've gotta be on top, and you've gotta drag me out of the shower if I fall asleep1."

Ok, gores over. For now...人( ๑ ｀∇´๑)