You hear my booted footsteps, sharp and precise on the pavement, approaching from behind. Heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe. You can sense my presence, your mind creating a looming and ominous force. You think you can even smell me, not quite the sickly-sweet stench of death but something close.
You glance at me as I pass, shiver as you realize your eyes are only level with my chest. You feel my muscles, hard and strong, when I suddenly whirl and pin you against the wall, your cry cut off. I watch as you desperately stretch, just the tips of your feet touching the pavement, and try to pry my arm away from across your neck.
Your eyes widen as I plant my knife into your torso, angling it to cut into your heart, and I step backward. You slither down to your knees, ending up leaning against my legs, head resting on my crotch. I grab your head with one hand, smoothly undoing my trousers with the other and then feed my cock into your mouth. You're hot and moist, exquisite, around my flesh and I place a hand on the wall to steady myself as my hips jerk back and forth.
Your arms flop limply by your sides, your eyes blankly stare at me when I glance down. A sense of power swells within me and I grimace as I try to hold back my climax, not wanting to spend myself in your throat. I just manage to pull out before exploding, pearly cum splattering thickly upon your face and upper chest.
I tuck myself back into my trousers as your head drops forward, cum dripping onto the pavement. I regard your corpse for a moment before wiping clean my knife and sheathing it. I leave you behind as I walk away, leave you for another to find and maybe enjoy themselves.
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