She nodded, taking the gun in her hands, and holding it against the floor.
Then Oscar gripped her hips and positioned his cock at her entrance, wet and ready for him.
With one swift, violent push, he drove his cock deep inside her.
She cried out from the pleasure and pain, and the sound made him feel like he was losing his mind. He continued to rut up into her, his hips slapping against her ass, driving in hard and fast. She felt exquisite, tight and soft, and every now and then he would glance at Alfred to make sure the man was still alive.
His breathing was slowing, and he was drifting out of consciousness, his head slumped to the side, but he could still see them, still watch. He couldn’t close his eyes even if he wanted to. Perhaps he thought at some point someone would come into the room and save him, but his hope would be futile.
Oscar knew that he wouldn’t last much longer anyway.
While he continued to thrust in deeper, faster, their fucking becoming loud and rough, he slipped his hand below until his fingers stroked along Ginger’s wet and swollen clit.
She gasped. “Fuck me.”
Oscar grinned. The Wolf was definitely fucking her.
He kept his fingers going, and he could feel her starting to squeeze around him, hear her breath becoming shallow. She was so close.
“Remember,” Oscar managed to say through a groan, about to let loose.
Ginger made a whimpered cry and just as she was about to come, she managed to lift her hand enough to aim the gun at Alfred.
“Oh god!” she cried out, her voice echoing in the room, just as she pulled the trigger.
She shot Alfred right between the eyes, a single trail of blood leaking out.
He was dead.
And she was still coming hard around his cock. Her body shook and trembled, and she practically collapsed against the floor.
Oscar felt his own orgasm rip through his spine, and with a final breathless grunt, his back arching, he came hot and deep inside Ginger.
For the first few moments, the only sound was their heavy breathing and the wet sound of his slow pumps. The room smelled like sex and blood and death and it was beautiful.
Finally Oscar pulled out and collapsed on the rug next to Ginger. He lay on his back for a few moments, his chest rising and falling, trying to regain his breath, come back to the sense of control he craved so much. That was one thing he didn’t like about sex, the loss of control that happens when you finally let go. And yet, he didn’t mind losing control with Ginger. At least not like this.
“He’s dead,” Ginger said after a moment, staring at Alfred. He rolled his masked head to the side to look at her.
“And you were just fucked by a wolf,” he told her. “How does that feel?”
She rubbed her lips together as she slowly sat up. “I don’t even know.”
“It will take you time to come to terms with it,” he said. “There is killing, and then there is this. This is different. But this is what you were born to do. That’s why I scared you so much.”
“You didn’t scare me.”
He grinned. “I did. Maybe I still do. But it wasn’t me that scared you, though I wish it was. It was that you were afraid to see yourself inside me. See what you were capable of. Now you know. Now you know how alike we are. Now…there is nothing to be afraid of. Little Red. You’re a little killer.”
She nodded, looking away. He knew it would be awhile before she was proud of it. But perhaps, if they spent more time together, if they worked together, then she would realize that this power was nothing to run from.
“So what now?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“Well, we dispose of the body quickly and get the fuck out of here.”
“Together.”
“Is that a problem?”
She stared at him for a moment. “My what big teeth you have.”
He sat up and placed his hands on the side of his mask and lifted it above his head, then placed it on the ground.
For the first time tonight, she was able to look directly into his eyes.
She seemed to soften before him.
“It really is you,” she said.
“You had any doubts?”
She shook her head. “No. But it makes all the difference.”
He liked the way her eyes roamed over his face, his real face. Now he was just a wolf on