“Hey, Ell…” Muriel said, wrapping her fingers around Elliott’s hand. Elliott opened his eyes to the view of Muriel’s bright amber rings staring back at him. “Guess what day it is?”
“Mm… Anniversary?” Elliott yawned, pulling the blanket over his head to avoid the morning sun.
“Mhm.” Muriel ducked under the covers with him, kissing him all over his face. “What should we do today? Murder spree? Reenact our first encounter? Sleep allll day?”
“All good ideas.” Elliott said, returning the barrage of kisses. “Wanna take a fun lil’ bath?”
“Hmm, I am feeling pretty lazy today. A bath sounds nice.” Muriel agreed, nibbling Elliott’s neck.
“Want me to carry you?” Elliott asked, planting small kisses in Muriel’s bedhead mane.
“Mmmm, yes please.” Muriel excitedly accepted the offer. Elliott slowly rose from the sheets, stretching his arms overhead. They had gotten more toned over the past year, and Muriel had to admit she was enjoying it. He slipped out and off of the bed, walking over to Muriel’s side and sweeping her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he brought her to the bath, setting her on the vanity and removing her nightgown.
“Commando?”
“At night, next to you? Always. You sleepfucker.” Muriel said. Elliott blushed. Muriel always told him that he had some form of sleepwalking that would make him strip down and try to hump her, but he had no recollection of anything of the sort in the morning.
“I’m gonna run and make a cup of coffee, love.” Elliott said, turning on the hot water. “When I get back I’ll be ready for you. Be a good girl and be ready for me.”
“Or else whaaaat~?” Muriel sang out.
*”You know what happens.”* Elliott said with a grin before leaving the room.
Muriel climbed into the tub, turning down the water temperature just slightly. She was tempted to lay under the faucet and get herself off on the rushing water, but decided to save it for another day. She was going to work herself up just for today, after all it was a special occasion.
She leaned against the cold back of the tub, knees up and legs widened. She could hear Elliott fumbling around in the kitchen, letting her thoughts drift to their earliest encounter. The memory of it was something that always made her excited. She let the scene replay in full detail in her mind, unaware of her hands wandering down between her legs. She’d ended up so immersed in her daydream that she didn’t hear Elliott come back in.
“Already going at it, hm?” Elliott’s voice shattered her dreamscape. She flailed around in the water, playfully hiding her actions and turning off the faucet. “Hey, don’t hide! You know I like to see you.”
“I knoooow~” Muriel chirped. She looked up at him as he towered above her, eye-level with her prize. She leaned up and poked the bulge in Elliott’s sweatpants with her nose, giving it a peck before retreating back into the water.
“So impatient, so needy.” Elliott sighed with a grin, slipping off his clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. He stepped into the tub, perching himself on the edge with his package on full display for Muriel. “Come get it, Snowflake.”
Muriel shifted around and lowered her head, giving the tip of Elliott Jr. a small kiss. She looked up at Elliott, who gently smiled back at her. He reached his hand behind her head and combed his fingers through her hair. Muriel leaned into Elliott’s hand, letting out a content sigh. She looked back up at him, noting his slightly uneven dimples that accompanied his smile.
Muriel parted her lips and sealed them around Elliott’s dick, flicking her tongue at the tip. Elliott groaned, tightening his grip around Muriel’s hair and slightly pushing her down further. Muriel lifted her hands and rested them on Elliott’s thighs, squeezing them as hard as she could. It caught him off-guard, as evidenced by the high-pitched yelp that escaped his mouth.
“Why are you always so fucking feisty?” He said, chuckling. He placed his other hand on the back of Muriel’s head, using both hands to push her all the way down. He heard her choke – even now, a year later, she had an impeccably weak gag reflex, despite having a damn near indestructible throat. She darted her eyes up to meet his. They were practically glowing with desire. “You’re a fucking brat, you know that?”
“Hm!” Muriel cheerfully hummed in response. She bit down with a noticeable amount of strength, making Elliott twitch his legs.
“Ohoho, you… You little… fucking… you!” Elliott bit his lip and laughed with tinges of sarcasm and mania. “Gahh… I’d fucking kill you, but you’re into that.”
“Mhmmm~” Muriel purred. The vibrations were enough to soothe the pain coursing through Elliott’s dick, but it probably wasn’t going to soothe the pain that Muriel was going to feel in a few minutes.
“No biting. I’ll fucking drown you while I fuck you if you bite again.” Elliott finally said after a brief moment of recovery. Muriel stared up at him with wide eyes, ever so slowly beginning to close her jaw around her prize again. Elliott pressed his thumbs into the side of her neck to get her to release him, lifting her up by her neck and leaning down to glare at her. “Are you testing me right now?”
“Possibly.” Muriel said, a smug grin on her lips. She was absolutely fearless in this situation – not because she didn’t fear death, but because she lusted for it. If anything, Death was afraid of her, and she knew it.
“Do you want to fucking die?” Elliott brought her face closer to his, their lips almost touching.
“From you? Always.” Muriel winked at him. He was pretty much seething now. “Kill me if you can.”
“You are one dangerous little fucking snowflake.” Elliott said, releasing his hold on her neck. He looped an arm under her arms and another under one of her legs, lifting her out of the tub and roughly slamming her on the counter. He turned her so her back faced the ceiling, the water on her back gleaming. He grabbed the back of her neck, pressing on both sides and digging his nails in slightly. His other hand was occupied with pinning her arms to her lower back so she wouldn’t flail too much. “Is this what you want from me, love?”
“Oh, *God*, don’t ask me that and just fucking continue.” Muriel panted, cheek flat against the counter.
“Well, that’s your command.” Elliott said with shrug, poking Muriel’s ass with his dick. Aside from the water that was quickly leaving her skin, he was pretty much going in dry. Again. “You’ve been bad, love. Maybe death can’t hurt you, but I can.”
“Oh, you f-” Muriel’s voice quickly dissolved into a timid squeak when she felt Elliott slide upwards into her. Her thighs instinctively clenched, though it didn’t do much to mitigate the feeling. “Fu-h-uck you…”
“What was that, love?” Elliott leaned down towards her, a mischievous smirk on his face as he pulled out of her. Before she could catch a sigh of relief he bucked himself back in at full force. He gave a few powerful thrusts, satisfied by the sound of his skin hitting hers echoing in the room. The other sound in the room was Muriel’s voice, which sounded like it was somewhere between tears and a blissful high.
“Fuck-” she whimpered as Elliott resumed his thrusts. She cursed under her breath, heat coursing through her body and infecting every nerve she had. She felt as thin and delicate as paper, folded and torn in all the right places. Her entire body was on fire, burning away beneath him as he fueled her flames.
Elliott released her neck and arms, grabbing her waist and yanking her towards him as he thrusted into her. It was enough to knock her back down as she tried to support herself. She lay helplessly on the counter, feeling her strength melting away like ice under the sun. Her entire body’s ability to move had been ripped from her, and Elliott was relishing in every second of it. He didn’t even have to try and pin her down – gravity, weak as it was, was enough to keep her beneath him.
He peered over to glance at her face, which was flushed completely red. Sweat was beading on her forehead and tears were escaping her closed eyes.
“Look at me.” Elliott said. Muriel’s eyes flew open. Those three words went back so far between the two of them, to the moment he first told her his name. She forced herself to look at him, though each thrust that Elliott pumped into her was making her eyes flutter like her heart. “Beautiful. So beautiful.”
Muriel’s cheeks were already heated enough, but Elliott’s praise sent her into a feverish storm. She parted her lips and let her moans escape her, each buck of Elliott’s hips forcing another wave of melodic sounds from her lungs.
“Oh, come on, babe. I know you can be louder than that.” Elliott said, upping the intensity and speed of his thrusts. Muriel shrieked, trying to rotate her entire body and throw her hands against Elliott. He turned her onto her back, lifting her legs up by her knees and resuming his mission. Muriel felt it even more from this angle, throwing her head back against the wall and slinging curses at him once more. She always did have a dirty mouth, even when it didn’t have his dick in it.
Muriel pushed her hands against Elliott’s chest before pulling him against her, digging her nails into his back. Her breathing was erratic and heavy in his ear, with a few timid pleas strung between breaths.
“Don’t stop, please…” Muriel whispered, her arms quaking against Elliott’s body. He slowed his pace slightly.
“Why?” He asked tauntingly.
“God- Elliott, don’t you dare fucking stop, I swear I’ll kill you!” Muriel shouted, voice wavering. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close, damn it…”
She wrapped her legs around Elliott as tightly as she could, grinding herself against him. He took a deep breath, quickening his pace to one that wasn’t just animalistic, but outright hellish. She came in waves, her entire body convulsing under him each time. He slowed down, unloading inside of her shortly after as well and laying on top of her to catch his breath. He stood up and let himself slide out of her, standing by the tub to admire her. Her thighs were dripping with sweat and cum, and she was leaking off the counter and onto the floor.
He leaned down to her thighs, trailing his tongue up towards her pussy and lapping up his reward. She squealed, clearly already overworked. He climbed over her and gently grabbed her head, forcing a kiss between them. She could taste herself through him, along with the salt of their shared sweat. He pulled away, saliva dripping onto her glistening breasts and trailing down her sides before hitting the countertop. She looked at him, completely dazed out of her senses. She couldn’t tell, but he was completely spent too.
“Right, then…” Elliott huffed. He scooped Muriel up off of the counter and climbed into the tub with her, running the water again. “I think we definitely deserve a bath now.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tf8vkt/kill_me_if_you_can_mf
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