Mutilator from the Grave (2 page)

When that moment came, at the fork between resuming the night together or ending it for another day, Indria warmly invited him in. She had to, to deny their own empowering feelings would be one of the most unjust crimes against nature and humanity.

In the dorm, Victor and Indria could not hold back the searing aching desire to be one with each other. Their lips smacked and slurped the very instant the door was closed behind them, closing their intimacy from any prying eyes, it was their night and their moment, shared exclusively between the ardent lovers turning up the heat to a blazing degree and it was showing no signs of simmering, only burning higher.

Their hands removed their partner's clothing, one piece at a time. Victor slid off her shirt, revealing her supple breasts pushed together in a tight push-up black bra matching the rest of her clothing. Indria removed his shirt, followed by his vest, exposing his toned chest and torso. He did some working out in his free time at the gym and the effects of his strenuous efforts were presented for her delight.

She could not resist dropping onto her quivering knees and pressing her hot lips on his hardened abs, kissing every last one of those solid arches on his body, each elongated suction on his body sent ripples on his stomach.

Indria could not resist sliding her tongue over his abs, feeling their hardness on her moist surface, getting a good taste of his body. She wasn't through with licking his abdomen, cheekily she slipped the wet tip of her smooth tongue into his oval shaped, protruding navel. The touch of her tongue sent his stomach to melt inside, she was turning him on to the highest setting. There was no method to turn him off, not now.

Her fingers got in on the action, she ran her very fingertips down his chest, scratching down his nipples, working their way to her head, running down his trembling stomach, and reaching the buckle of his jeans.

She pulled them down, her face was greeted by his jet black boxers, poking her nose with the length protruding out, demanding to be freed from the constricting undergarments. Indria obeyed its carnal desire and slid them off, revealing the solid snake staring back at her with its one eye on its purple domed head.

Indria was mesmerised by its size and shape, she had never seen a proud and erect cock quite like it in her life, it made her eyes sting at such masculine art.

She had to pay her tribute to such a mighty phallic structure. She grasped it in her palm, held it soundly. Right where she wanted it, she swallowed it whole in one go, pushed it deeper into the dampness of her throat.

Victor was lost for any kind of words, all he could do was hold his head up high into the pitch black ceiling and moan under his aroused breath, letting the electrifying sensation run its course. He had never experienced fellatio on this arousing, stimulating scale. She was taking him to a new limit in sexual foreplay.

For the first time in his life, Victor actually had to refrain himself from any sudden climaxing. Her suction was harder than any kind of vacuum, it was exciting his cock to a degree he did not think existed. Her mouth was dripping wet with her saliva, it was lubing him up to the bone. Her throat was immensely deep, he could reach the very end of it and feel the back of her neck. Her tongue was actively licking around the quaking head of his firm cock, titillating it to the point a small amount of hot resin secreted out onto her slipping and sliding mouth organ. She swallowed the sample, adored the taste.

If that was what his climax tasted like in such a small dose, she looked forward to consuming his full load.

That would not happen yet, she felt strong hands rest on her shoulder, beckoning her up. Victor could not withstand her oral stimulus.

He would have climaxed on the spot had she kept it up and there was still much to do before he unloaded his burning love for her.

It was Victor's turn to worship his breathtaking goddess. He dropped to his speechless knees, and in breathless passion, he placed his head in-between the soft and warm bust of her chest, kissing her silky breasts. His hands worked around the back of her bra, removing the hooks with swift ease. Sliding the sexy garment off, he freed the heaving bosoms, let them drop naturally in his awestruck face.

There were many breasts he had seen in his days, none compared to such round, firm breasts covering his face with hard, big nipples. He could have been smothered in her breasts and died a happy man.

He covered her natural, heaving bosom in as many fevered kisses as was humanly possible. Her skin broke out in an aroused sweat by his passionate lips. He held her breasts in his hands, the ripeness and firmness fitted nicely in his hands. He rubbed and groped them with immense vigour, simultaneously his tongue licked up the beads of sweat running off the pale skin of her chest. She tasted sweeter than the sweetest of fruits.

His tongue was not content with her breasts alone, the tip ran around her big pink areola, slipping down to the poking reddened tip of her nipple, flicking and rolling the hardness that moved in unison under his active oral organ.

Indria's moaned and sighed of sheer euphoria at his oral stimulation changed into a gasp at the sudden sharp sting as his teeth sank on her sensitive nipple, making it redder than it already was. She pivoted down at Victor, his eyes glanced naughtily at her. He could tell she enjoyed it and he was right.

His teeth set on her nipple, he pulled his head back, pulling her sore tit along with him, she gritted her teeth, the mix of pain and pleasure sent her body flooding. She could not take the overwhelming mixture, it was driving her crazy.

Indria grabbed his head, pulled him away from her sore nipples, shot him a naughty look as she took control, she lowered his head down to her stomach, he kissed and licked at her smooth body as she brought him slowly down to her jeans.

He got the hint and wasted not one moment removing the last remaining segments of her clothing to reveal her nude glory shining in his entranced eyes. He was powerless at such overpowering brilliance.

Victor had to worship such womanly perfection, he gave her the full extents of his love to her perfect womanhood. His tongue reached a depth that went beyond the threshold, he broke her body out in an inflamed inferno. He was making her hotter with each flick and insert, releasing a flush of her womanly juices into him.

She tasted even better than the last time, and the sounds of her flustered panting and gasping added to sweetening it all.

It was the perfect start to what was to follow.

3

The two embraced naked heaving bodies made love in the nestling shroud of night enveloped warmly around them. It was drastically different from the times they experienced in the past with others, harmless moments of youthful fun that held no ties, no emotions and no meaning. It was the polar opposite side of the spectrum, the ties were all around them, on a wonderful package known as love.  The emotions they felt were so potent it made their eyes water to release the swelling feelings they had for their dearest lover. The meaning behind their act of joined unity was as clear as the pale glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains. It was the truest form of love they had ever seen through their own two eyes, living it with that special kindred spirit that could only be referred to as: the one.

They had found their one at last, their true loving companion to see it through the unhinged masquerade that was often life. They would come through it all, thick and thin, remaining lovingly coiled at each other's side.

With the love they had, all that mattered was each other. They were richer than all the monarchs in the world.

Victor and Indria were not simply grinding and digging into the flesh, they were burrowing deeper than that, searching to the soul within and when there, solidifying their love for one another, a tangible love that no would could claim or take, it was all theirs. Their hearts could never belong to any other, it would forever beat for Victor and Indria.

Everyone else was muted, invisible to their eyes, they could not look at another woman or man. Should one fall for them, they would have to find someone else who was free and looking for love, because it could not be given by either of these two who were occupied sharing their love between themselves.

It was the way the world of love worked, it could be crazy and it could be sweet, at the end, there was one certain guarantee: their love could never die.

Reaching the flowing centre of their lover, filling their soul with the undying power of their love realized, the two lovers rested in the elated haven of each other's arms, spending the scant remaining moments of the night in a loving wholeness. They were completed, nothing would tear them apart and separate their love.

No one could prize these two from one another's tight embrace, they were bound together in a symbiotic hold. Even if their bodies were apart, their spirits were connected, always with each other, no matter how far, no matter what.

That unforgettable origin to their love was one for their private history book of the most beautiful memories, the day they met, marking the beginning of an epic new chapter in their lives and the night they loved a whole lifetime and more.

That was one year ago, since then, they had continued to love innumerable lifetimes following their grand debut. Their love was thriving as strongly as when they started off. For a glorious three hundred and sixty five days, they had basked in its ambrosial glow and would resume loving in its wondrous light.

But like every light, there was always a darker side, a colder world distant from the warmth. And the light of love was the same, there was a world of shadows walking behind the more illustrious region, following its every trace.

Victor and Indria were unaware of its presence, like all shadows, it remained a covert body, hidden in the dark, but there, watching and waiting. No one knew when and where it would strike, but it always did, when one least expected it.

In their case, it was in the form of a hopeless soul, a rival who was out of his league and loathed the self-awareness of knowing his chances with her were lower than zero. He never had any luck with members of the opposite sex, not as a young man and neither when he was a young boy.  His first ever crush was the harshest, he was too young to fully comprehend it at the time, in retrospective it was an agonizing ordeal. Pairing up with the girl he liked on a field trip only to have her resent every second spent in his company, he tried talking to her, expressed his innocent feelings for her, she rejected him with a cruel spite. In the playground, he foolishly attempted to make it up to her, to try and impress her, to at least have her like him. She only had one thing she wanted from him, to go away and leave her alone for good.

That day was a sign, a hint that things would stay the same from then. He was the loneliest number going, one that was rejected by all and any. He was the living definition of a hopeless romantic, he was a romantic who had no hope of ever giving his love to any soul. If his skeletal features did not repulse the shallow minds of the girls he encountered, his shy nature made him awkward in their company.

It was one of the cruellest fates he had the misfortune to be inflicted with. He thought about love, but not once did love think about him, and it never would. How he managed to last as long with the crippling amount of emotional pain weighing down on his being was a mystery. He figured it was his faint hope of one day defying his cruel heritage and actually have his moment to shine in the harmonious splendour of love.

And it appeared, at long last, he had found the ideal one to finally know what it really meant to love and be loved.

A beautiful angel to grace his life from the heavens. He had to have her, had to be with her, to hold her, to kiss her, to make love with her.

His biological clock was ticking away, a quarter of his life had already been wasted, it wouldn't be long until the rest was squandered too and then he would not have any hope of giving any form of love to a woman.

She was the means of sharing his emotions before the time was up. There was just one slight hitch, she already had a boyfriend, and he was no competition for a guy like him. There was no way she would break up with a handsome and perfect looking man for someone who could fit well in a horror movie as a monster. He didn't require much prosthetic make up and effects, his face already appeared monstrous.

The young hopeless romantic could not do much except wait, he had waited a whole year and still there was no differences made, their love showed no signs of ending soon or later. Despair was overtaking him, and when that happened, he did the only solution to fix his problems, he drank until the pain ceased, and that night like every other was no different.

The hopeless romantic sat in his regular spot, drinking his regular glass of vodka, basked in the same regular lively environment while sticking out like the odd one out, drowning in his own wallowing self pity.