Oh my God, they killed Claire!
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G through L › Heroes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,118
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Oh my God, they killed Claire!
Characters/Pairing: Claire/Zach, Claire/OCs
Prompt: final moments
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note 1: this crosses over into BtVS (generic, no spoilers)
Author's Note 2: written concurrently for Technosage’s Heroes Pornathon and Twisting the Hellmouth’s November Kink-a-thon.
LAST WEEK:
The first time had been accidental; worried about the volume of noise Claire was making, Zach clamped his hand over her mouth as they bucked against each other. He hadn’t realized he had covered both Claire’s mouth and nose until she came, thrashing, and passed out for lack of air.
Claire had started craving the asphyxiation during after that. The euphoria from the lack of oxygen, combined with the sex was addictive. Zach got cold feet when she wanted to take it to the next level.
“I will NOT use a plastic bag on you, Claire.”
“Come on Zach, it’ll be easier than trying to hold your hand on my face.”
“God, Claire, you could DIE! Don’t you get it?”
“Relax, it’s not like it’s a big deal.”
“I’m sorry, Claire. I just can’t do it.” Claire watched in shock as Zach had gotten dressed and stumbled from his own room.
THIS WEEK:
The club was loud, dimly lit, and full of the type of black-clothed, black-eyelinered crowd that Claire had imagined would be able to meet her needs. Things were looking up.
“Come on baby, I have something you’ll like.”
Claire looked up appreciatively at the man who had spoken to her. Tall, pale-skinned with piercing eyes, he projected a bad boy image that Claire was sure her father would hate. Claire smiled. “And what would that be?”
“A dance. In return for you name.”
“I’m Claire.”
“Nice to meet you, Claire. I’m Tom.” Out on the dance floor Claire began to feel less out of place as she let the music carry her along. She danced closer and closer to her partner. Soon she was being led her by the hand through the club, past the restrooms, and through the emergency exit to an alley.
Up against the wall they groped each other in the dimness, tongues dueling wetly. The petite blonde pulled back, gasping. “Wow. You’re cool.”
“I know, baby.” Tom’s eyes almost seemed to glow in the faint light.
Claire smiled. “It’s nice that your body is cool after all the dancing. Feels good.”
“I can make you feel even better.” His voice was low and rough. He pulled Claire up by her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist reflexively. Tom reached down under Claire’s skirt with one hand and tore her panties off.
“Mmm.” Claire rubbed against Tom, then whispered loudly in his ear. “I want you. Now.” He reached down and free himself from his trousers, and with one firm thrust, buried himself deep inside the cheerleader.
“OH. Oh fuck, yes.” Claire’s rhythm built quickly as she rode up and down atop Tom. She rocked her hips, riding him harder and faster. “I want...you to...suffocate me...while I cum.”
“I had something else in mind.” Tom’s face changed into that of a monster, and he bit into her neck. Claire’s shriek was muffled by the hand clamped across her mouth. Her whimpers became quieter as the blood was rapidly drained from her body.
“Damn, that was great.” The vampire’s face returned to normal and he let Claire’s body slump to the ground in the alley.
NEXT WEEK:
Claire lay on a truly disgusting couch in a condemned apartment building. Tom was kneeling in front of her, fingers pumping into her while his teeth were buried in her inner thigh. Another male vampire gnawed on her right wrist, while a scrawny female vampire straddled Claire’s face.
“That’s it baby, work that tongue,” the female vampire crooned as she ground herself into Claire’s face with bruising force, covering the cheerleader’s nose and mouth. Claire bucked her hips against Tom’s hand between her legs, even as her vision began to fade from blood loss and lack of air.
In the final moments before darkness claimed her Claire wondered what Zach would think of her now.
FIN
Prompt: final moments
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note 1: this crosses over into BtVS (generic, no spoilers)
Author's Note 2: written concurrently for Technosage’s Heroes Pornathon and Twisting the Hellmouth’s November Kink-a-thon.
LAST WEEK:
The first time had been accidental; worried about the volume of noise Claire was making, Zach clamped his hand over her mouth as they bucked against each other. He hadn’t realized he had covered both Claire’s mouth and nose until she came, thrashing, and passed out for lack of air.
Claire had started craving the asphyxiation during after that. The euphoria from the lack of oxygen, combined with the sex was addictive. Zach got cold feet when she wanted to take it to the next level.
“I will NOT use a plastic bag on you, Claire.”
“Come on Zach, it’ll be easier than trying to hold your hand on my face.”
“God, Claire, you could DIE! Don’t you get it?”
“Relax, it’s not like it’s a big deal.”
“I’m sorry, Claire. I just can’t do it.” Claire watched in shock as Zach had gotten dressed and stumbled from his own room.
THIS WEEK:
The club was loud, dimly lit, and full of the type of black-clothed, black-eyelinered crowd that Claire had imagined would be able to meet her needs. Things were looking up.
“Come on baby, I have something you’ll like.”
Claire looked up appreciatively at the man who had spoken to her. Tall, pale-skinned with piercing eyes, he projected a bad boy image that Claire was sure her father would hate. Claire smiled. “And what would that be?”
“A dance. In return for you name.”
“I’m Claire.”
“Nice to meet you, Claire. I’m Tom.” Out on the dance floor Claire began to feel less out of place as she let the music carry her along. She danced closer and closer to her partner. Soon she was being led her by the hand through the club, past the restrooms, and through the emergency exit to an alley.
Up against the wall they groped each other in the dimness, tongues dueling wetly. The petite blonde pulled back, gasping. “Wow. You’re cool.”
“I know, baby.” Tom’s eyes almost seemed to glow in the faint light.
Claire smiled. “It’s nice that your body is cool after all the dancing. Feels good.”
“I can make you feel even better.” His voice was low and rough. He pulled Claire up by her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist reflexively. Tom reached down under Claire’s skirt with one hand and tore her panties off.
“Mmm.” Claire rubbed against Tom, then whispered loudly in his ear. “I want you. Now.” He reached down and free himself from his trousers, and with one firm thrust, buried himself deep inside the cheerleader.
“OH. Oh fuck, yes.” Claire’s rhythm built quickly as she rode up and down atop Tom. She rocked her hips, riding him harder and faster. “I want...you to...suffocate me...while I cum.”
“I had something else in mind.” Tom’s face changed into that of a monster, and he bit into her neck. Claire’s shriek was muffled by the hand clamped across her mouth. Her whimpers became quieter as the blood was rapidly drained from her body.
“Damn, that was great.” The vampire’s face returned to normal and he let Claire’s body slump to the ground in the alley.
NEXT WEEK:
Claire lay on a truly disgusting couch in a condemned apartment building. Tom was kneeling in front of her, fingers pumping into her while his teeth were buried in her inner thigh. Another male vampire gnawed on her right wrist, while a scrawny female vampire straddled Claire’s face.
“That’s it baby, work that tongue,” the female vampire crooned as she ground herself into Claire’s face with bruising force, covering the cheerleader’s nose and mouth. Claire bucked her hips against Tom’s hand between her legs, even as her vision began to fade from blood loss and lack of air.
In the final moments before darkness claimed her Claire wondered what Zach would think of her now.
FIN