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Pierced Deep I

Throbbing, it was throbbing as if she was drowning expelling every drop of energy she had. Her heart was exploding in a symphony of panicking beats, music to my ears. My fingers dug deep producing another lovely sound that of a hand tightly gripping leather. Legs raising and falling, failing to escape the tight straps. Eyes watering and face ready to pop; these were the attributes of someone choking someone dying. At least her heart was as my grip tightened around her neck, the muscles pounding slowed and got ever deeper. Though she was not enjoying it, dry as a bone, in fact, I was wetter than a dog lapping water. My victim was entering my favorite stage, just on the cusp of failure, my hand released and the girl coughed and spat inhaling deeply, and just as her lungs filled a balled fist slammed into her gut knocking the wind out of her. As she suffocated differently, the spastic heart skipped and paced up, getting rapid as it struggled to intake what little oxygen I allowed. The final step my favorite part of my little game, I pressed my ear deep into the chest of the shaking victim and pierced a blade into her heart. You could almost make out the moment the organ shook, stopping for a split second as the steel interrupted its rhythm. My orgasm was violent, and as the beating slowed to a stop, and I listen to my subject die. It was quick work after that, open the chest and carve out the little thing, into a jar it went and onto the shelf, with the others. My name is Clara, to my peers, I am a dog, another German Shepard in the big city nothing to look twice at. To the world, I am a killer, an unknown killer whose victims fall prey to my desire to hear hearts suffer. My first and first time was with a male, a Sheepdog, nothing special. However, forgetting the pounding pain his heart was in as I lodged a pen into his chest, unforgettable. First and last time with a male, who needs sex when you can get off just fine to the real sorrow to a crying girl with big tits, and a big heart. No one understands my addiction, I listen to beats everywhere I go, earbuds in I listen to the relaxing sounds of hearts. It keeps me calm god forbid I hear a fast one, wouldn't be the first time I left a park bench wet. Unfortunately, my center doesn't please me. Stethoscope and all not one beat from my own heart get me off, no amount of rubbing or nipple biting does it for me. I am a watcher, I pick my victims based on three factors Female, Visible heartbeat, and frail. I stopped at men after the first one gave me a terrific black eye. Stunned as he was punctured organ and all he was a lot to put up with even as he was dying. The current target and beauty before me is a 21-year-old college student, tight muscular legs with a solid build. I know a rule you just came to understand was they needed to be frail. However, for my next little experiment, this one needed to be healthy. She was a track runner and highly fit in high school. She retained this mass, and since I knew her heart pounded away under those clothes even at rest, long after her chest became cushioned beneath those lovely mounds, it juggled just under the surface — such a strong heart. I had been stalking her for months, and we were catching up from the good old days. "You should stop by my new place," I said, hoping for a yes. I had been meeting like this for a few weeks. She blushed slightly, "I don't want to bother you." "I asked, nothing much else is going on today for me unless you have studies." I could tell she was thinking about it after I finished, I took another sip of coffee. "Sure, I'd like to see it. From what you say, it has a nice view." A great view with no one around, I thought, "That's great, I'll drive." I said. We paid and quickly arrived at my place; I was excited, maybe too excited. She mentioned I was grinning the entire ride. Playing it off as nerves, she entered the house, and so came the needle. She jolted as a cat would just sprayed with water, "Clara wha-" Before she could finish, she clutched her chest, mouth agape in pain. The look in her eyes of a frightened animal, fear. She collapsed to the floor out like a light. I closed the door, rubbing my hands together, feeling aroused to the defenseless female on my carpet. Keeping it together I lifted her up and downstairs we went. The first thing that always happened was the fingers moved, twitching awake as the last of the M99 exited the system, all the pain killers flowing through her body made her a bit numb, drowsier than my regular patients. Adding to the fun a mirror had been hung just above her so she too could see what was happening. I imagine it's a strange thing seeing something on your chest move, the tired eyes widened her breath staggered and of course as expected, but this one louder than others, a scream. It was muffled in the padded room no place for the crying girl's howls to go, she screamed at my approach and tried to bite as my hand wrapped around her muzzle. "Shhhhhhh," I prompted, "No one will ever hear you." I let go, and amazingly, my piercing eyes told her it was real, and she stared off away from the mirror sniffling. "Wa-what are you going to do?" She barely shivered to say. "Just a little examination." I grinned circling a finger on her exposed stomach, rubbing her blood in her fur. She had reason to be afraid, and I had more than enough reason to be excited. I'd be lying if I said I didn't cum the moment I saw it. Cutting her open was smooth, and the rib spreaders did most of the work. I swallowed hard as the cutaway the pericardium. And lost myself completely at the sight of her exposed beating heart. I sat there free in the open air, splashing the pooled blood around. For my first time cutting open a live body, I can't say it was too bad. I squished her breasts together over the organ. Too bad she couldn't feel her chest, I thought. "It would be a hilarious headline 'Girls dies as her breasts crush her heart.'" I smiled, she shuttered, and more tears followed. "No fun," I said, finally getting to the source of all this. I got as close as possible my eyes taking in every pulsing vein and artery. Such a strong heart, I could resist no longer and wrapped my fingers around it. "NO!" She howled again, and I did not hear, I was too transfixed on the warmth, the beating of a living heart in the palm of my hand. "This is you," I said. "Your life force, it beats so proudly for its owner. One little squeeze is all it takes." I lightly gripped it, and her breath shortened and got faster. She moaned in pain, for all it was worth clearly, she could feel my grip. It was exhilarating. My hand was buried in my pants. I felt my own heart pounding away; I wanted it to be closer. I laid down on top of her mt chest into hers. Our hearts were pounding against one another, grinding myself against her body. I tightened a belt around her muzzle to silence her screaming, and close her breathing down a bit. Over and over, I came to the pleasure of this beating. My fun was dying, and clearly so was she. I had been a bit rough, and the organ had suffered from it. I had yet another idea, and I gripped a hand around it again. "Cry for me." I softly whispered into her ear. I squeezed the ball of muscle heart. Her red pounder spazzed in my hand, trying to force blood to flow correctly. After a moment of struggling it nearly stopped, and I let go it lightly beat uselessly slowing to a halt. She was officially, dead. Of course, why let the fun end there? I squeezed it, and again and again. My hand became her lifeline now, and as I massaged the organ back to a pulse, I let go, and she stirred alive again. Her heart was weak, her will to live was excellent, and as a final act of torment. I unstrapped one of her hands. She failed at me, of course, backing me away, immediately trying to undo the other to no success. She put the hand over her chest feeling her own heart, she looked terrified asking with her eyes, What now? I grinned, "This will continue forever girl, you have the power to end your suffering…" She swallowed, at the same time, the medicine to keep the pain at bay was fading fast. She wrapped a hand round her own heart. "Ah, ah, ahh." I tsked a finger. "Squeeze it, it stops yes, you die but what stops me from bringing you back?" I loved the conflict in her eyes, watching a creature struggle with the immense desire to live and the wanting of this pain to stop. One outweighed the other, she took a deep breath gripped hard onto her heart and pulled with all her might. Blood exploded from bursting veins; she nearly tore it out before slumping back onto the table. My moans of pleasure finished, squirting all over the floor. I panted, heart-pounding away it was amazing. I stepped over to the corpse; her heart wasn't even quivering in her grip it was destroyed, crushed. I couldn't keep this one but the memory I would cherish forever. Next time I thought, Next time needed to be better, cleaner. Moreover, I already had a victim in mind. She was like me a great enthusiast of the heart, and she was dying to have another join her for a listen in. I licked my lips, "Another like me, this will be divine." I chuckled wiping the still-warm blood from my muzzle.

To Be Continued~

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The Big House I

Ben hoped he had finished his odd share of what he described as 'moments' in high school. No. They had continued long into his college years and the pent-up feeling ate away at him. The only thing that saved him were the extended dips into the pool. Where an Otter could drown the feeling away but never for long.

High school kids have singular desires Pass, Play, and Fuck. While friends commented on the latest crush with the best ass. He focused on something else. Indeed, staring at the opposite sex's chest did earn him an inviting wink or a stern stare. It was not these mountains he wanted, but what lied beneath. Stuck in his own head, no one ever mentioned having such desires, he thought himself wrong for it. Sure, some joked about cuffs and other 'out-there' fetishes. But this was another matter entirely. This did not stop him however from obtaining a girl or two, none satisfied his curiosity. A human, nothing. A Crow, nothing and neither he desired to lose himself onto.

There was another, a roommate he had known most of his life. A vixen of considerable size, others were like her stood some sixty feet tall. They required special accommodation and Ben was always happy to reside his paws in the huge building. This dear Foxy friend was of a shorter breed, thirty feet and loved sprawling herself over the entire housing unit. Ben would open the him sized door made into the her sized door only to meet a wall of tail fur. She had always been a sleepy one and Ben had no issues resting right alongside her, in a matter of speaking. She didn't mind, at least she didn't mention it. In her mind it was the softest place to rest and a little thing like Ben was nothing to her. He on the other hand had his own reasons for curling up between her breasts. It was warm and a natural soft bedding. It was also the best place to fall out into the great spell that was her heartbeat. It felt so close and pronounced in his ear, pressed down and loud as a drum, there it was.

In their own ways they loved one another it had been so long. He could never hope to pleasure her the right way. But she could bring him solace at night. It also helped that he could scratch places she could not reach. A wonderful symbiotic relationship.

Sometimes in the night however the rock poking her chest fur at night became mildly disagreeable. As intentionally or not the small brown creature grinding against her in the night was an odd thing to awake to. This small act did her no favors and only progressed her own desires.

It was one particular weekend evening that set her off in such a way. She had been sleeping as she was now. Ben, drunk came stumbling inside and made his way into his perch. He rolled that night, more then ever keeping her awake, she was more than a little concerned, he never drank. There wasn’t enough liquor in the whole town to get her buzzed but she knew the symptoms. Not an hour into his tossing and turning he mumbled “So loud. So loud.” He mumbled over and over. He stripped himself and pleasured himself, she was frozen unsure. Not wanting to move but also to embarrassed to do anything. Face burning, she pensively asked. “W-what are, you doing?” He stopped his stroke for a moment then continued. “You have a beautiful heart. Let me tell you…” She stayed silent. “I’m just making love to your heart go back to s-leep. I don’t want to wake you.” “I am awake.” She replied, confused feeling her body naturally becoming a little driven. She slowly removed the large pair of night pants. “Hey Ben, what’s my name?” She asked. “You’re my favorite deputy!” He shouted in reply. He wouldn’t remember any of this she hoped. Picking him up and removing her shirt and placing him back down, he rubbed her fur around. “It’s so much softer now, wow!” she took a breath and removed her panties, feeling them tug against her tail a bit.

She reached down and began a slow rub. Her other hand patted his head. “You love my heart?” She asked feeling the last of her dignity melt away, the desire taking hold. “I do.” He replied like a child naming off his favorite thing. “Let me get it started for you.” He downward hand inserted moving around in all the right spots. A puddle of liquid formed on the floor. She gripped down into her breast squeezing hard tweaking a nipple erect. She moaned softly biting her lip in satisfaction.

He could feel it, his rock had become unbreakable standing tall at attention, he was shocked. The pounding beneath him grew louder and louder, faster still. It felt like it was just below the skin, no ribs at all. As the body pounded out jolting him around. He gripped a hand around his own chest feeling the love take over. Just the rhythm against his orbs was enough to finish him. White squirted up and out and landed back down onto the still beating fur. Turning he saw her wrist rotating fast and faster. Her breath picking up. He crawled onto her other mountain the one not being seemingly crushed by her other hand. He fit his whole mouth around hot hard nip and sucked away. He eyed her and she was in love. She had never been touched by another man, finding a giant in these parts let alone an interest male one was hard. But this small one was all about her. It did not take long after, she was finally curious about this sound he craved. She slid her grip into her center and felt it. A light flicked in her eye and the beat. The heart the muscle beneath came alive and she understood. It was light and fierce now, as if it could fly away. She gripped harder and came to the most pleasurable moan. It was mixed in her heavy breathing a smile of discovery. She liked it, this heart.

Ben had fallen off, passed out on her fallen shirt. She inched her large muzzle towards him and tiled a giant ear on him. She could hear it. Another heart this beating was comfort and like he had many times, she fell asleep to the rhythm of this sacred sound.

After all that, many weeks later. Ben had never mentioned it, but she could tell something had changed in him. His words were distant but he had gotten closer. Maybe it was time to confront him. She had looked up this desire. It existed; a small number of folks shared a similar pleasure of the heart. Two individuals lived close by, far in perspective as there housing was in the city and hers was outside that. Perhaps a meeting could be arranged.

~To Be Continued.

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The Odd Heart Girls II

The days making my way without someone at my side were over. The long winding streets littered with empty faces all looking to reach a similar place. My father always told me it was the human in me that made me feel alone. That snakes can live forever in solitude, that the weakness of the flesh made us crave the unreasonable. In my head, and in truth. Though at the time I was little, the flesh sat under a layer of scales. And perhaps that way of looking at one’s self was from a bygone era. I was told getting stared at was normal. That it happened and would happen until the end of my time. It gave me a stark look at the world. In that, I was alone until I caught her gaze…

At first, she seemed like every other two-legged human, looking around at my intruding body, that sat coiled up to make space for others. But it just kept happening, day after day, if I caught her in the act her face burnt pink, or she’d pretend to stretch her neck. It was this girl I fell in love with, we had our first moments together in a park, away from everything else. We talked about it, well I talked about it, she was to embarrassed to do anything but nod. I found that her standoffish nature was a part of her, maybe she was intimidated by me. The teeth the slit eyes, and standing proper I was two feet taller than her. I tried my best to appear on her level, keep it close. We walked together, everyday after that, she for a long while paced a little behind. Soon we shared a room, and seemingly no time later, owned a small place together. We became transfixed on each other’s happiness, and we found that through an understanding and pleasure.

She loved my heart, an odd desire but one I could get behind. Having the two, it was almost destiny my partner be obsessed. Our roleplays shifted after that, from predator prey, a favorite of mine. To listening to one another’s hearts, and tearing them out from each other’s chests. She came alive in those moments. Called herself a freak for them, I was just tickled to death anyone even liked a snake, let alone enough to desire one’s heart. The cold creatures we seemed to be labeled as. It came to my attention, that I was unsure what I would do without her. This meant caring for myself as well, something that was slowly catching up.

I was a large snake, but small for my size if that makes any sense. My mother was almost eight feet longer, my father more so. I was small, and my human half though gifted in many ways, seemed thinner. Perhaps that was why I liked acting the predator, my mind knowing that in a different world I might be dead.

It happened a week before, we had slept in the living room the only space with cool air for her, I enjoyed the heat of course. I kept waking up twice a night in cold sweats. A tightness in my chest during classes. I figured it to be a cold, the chest pains I blamed on our eccentric heart play. God knows my breasts felt as though they went through a cheese grater. My center red from fixated fingers and stethoscopes.

She was not there and that was fine not her fault. Though, she blamed herself for it afterwards but without her, I would not be here. At home, in the middle of one particular heated day, both in temperature and myself. I was cleaning the ceiling fan, to do so I just rose upwards a clever and useful talent. Thinking I had electrocuted myself. My arm felt a shock of pain, at the same time a straining burn in my back. Gently moving down, my breath shortened. I grabbed the center of my chest, like she had playfully done a hundred times before. Only this time I prayed it to be torn out. Collapsing to the ground, my human half laid on top of my mid-section. The part of me that was thickest, where my other heart was. It was surreal listening to the pounding of one heart and feeling the slowing burn of another. I couldn’t call anyone; I couldn’t move really. The bight outdoors blurred, and the room fell a mixed shade of woods to one of brown. My heart, my center was dying fast. I had been told one of my kind did not need the human heart. But this required surgery, to organize veins and arteries correctly. Now in my last pathetic moment all I could hear was that little heartbeat. Hers, remembering its fast-high pitch rhythm. In contrast to mine own. My eyes closed, and my mind faded to memories of her like watercolor.

I felt an even sharper pain under my ribs, enough to jolt me awake again. A cold hand wrestled my bones away, and a wrapping of fingers around an object I knew not its shape until then. She squeezed, over and over massaging my heart, crying for me to stay alive. “You finally reached it...” I weakly said, either as a joke or as the last thing I could think of. The massage went on for hours it seemed, trying different paces, squeezing fast and slow, a moment or two stopping all together to run a shaking hand across my cheek. The sirens wailed from outside, the noise grew closer and closer, finally the black took me. I couldn’t tell you if I said good-bye or I love you. Just before that, but something came out before my breath ended.

I had suffered a heart attack; I was too young I though waking up in the hospital. But then no one is too young to die. My parents visited, thinking the girl who stayed every night by my side was just a good friend. My father and mother thanked her relentlessly for saving their daughters life. My bastard brothers even showed up to make little jokes. It was a long while before I was let out, the first thing I did was stretch myself all the way out, having been curled up for weeks. I rested in the living room, where I was most comfortable. Feeling my heart loud and clear now more than ever. the scar from my lover still stitched up a long-jagged gash that for me represented what we would do for one another. Though I never got the chance to repay her in that fashion. She was fit as a fiddle she’d tease. I could never repay that debt, only ever please her in every way. Make her feel her best self every day.

Despite my brush with death, I never suffered another attack, chest pains now and again, and a rough trip through cardiac rehab made me double down on a healthy lifestyle. A year later, most of my strength was recovered. I had the gift of youth the doctors all paraded. Even thought I felt much older for it. She, always came with me to my appointment and visits, and asked to help me with everything. I was not a cripple, and she was well intended. I could lift a heavy box, go running, I enjoyed her company. But I assured her I would not die getting the mail.

I had never been one for tattoos never even considered it, but this one was necessary, a tribute. When her hand had reached deep into my body squeezing my dying organ for as long as she could. I felt the outline of my own heart. Or maybe I had just made it all up in my head either way. I drew it vaguely on myself an artist re-imaged my copy, now I had three hearts. Two for myself, another to remind her of what she did. And all three were hers.

-End

~Hello, this is Beckyferalfluf. I hope you enjoyed my stories Though English it not my first language. I’d like to think I have the ability to work stories together for you to read. Having read other heart related content. Mine is not as intense or straight forward, but hopefully you are enjoying the characters and the story for what it is. Hoping to write more in the future. CaptRedHeart, is my Tumblr connection to the world.

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The Odd Heart Girls I

There were lots of odd, interesting people in my class. No, not because most of them shared some similar traits with the animals of the world. It was because a girl let alone a human one, was not meant to share feeling with one of them. But that was a long wile ago, and sure same sex relations had gotten better. But in no way were they universally accepted sadly. Worse still an animal-being and a human, together. How would the world react? It’s easier when your indoors alone. But at school, it’s hard hard to express one’s self without feeling trapped by whispering eyes. But I liked her, and it was plain to see when her wondering eyes would meet mine, she felt the same.

Lucky, and also unlucky for me, we came together in the beginning of the last year. She was open about it, didn’t mind the stares or giggling from far behind. I loved her and keeping focused on her made the world small enough for me to keep it together. I felt my cheeks burning each time we sat in a park chatting, or getting close to one another. It felt wonderful, and as far as it looked from the outside at least she loved me. But what would she think if she knew more about me? My darker desires, my fantasies I’d dream staring at her pounding chest. I know she kept tabs on it, from the outside it must seem I was fixated on her breasts, large as they were, it made sense. A snake could give birth to many, and needed to provide. Or perhaps it was the gods taunting me ever further…

Evenings of our closer relation broke the feelings of the outside world for me. The real passion I kept burst through. She enjoyed being dominated, by a smaller creature. The ways I slipt past her scales, caressing her body in ways I too desired, and got in return. Until, and there is always an until. After one particularly intense roleplay, I dressing as a bunny she acting as the predator dominator. I found myself head resting on her chest. Subtly, without my noticing my ear moved to the center. And there I could hear the object of my absolute yearning. It beat so hard and clearly through the bone, I was sure it could be clasped in my hand. An it was then she, clever as she was, put two and two together.

“Enjoying something?” She charmingly hissed the words. I backed my head up realizing what had happened. Without another word, and a quick grin she gabbed my head slamming me back down onto her soft surface. And the lovely rhythm continued, as my face blistered a hard red. “I always wondered; you always stare. Place a hand on when we finish. Why didn’t you tell me you wanted my heart?” I closed my eyes hoping this dream to come to and end. For me to wake up in class, having dreamt the entire event. But my head raised, and we looked at one another. It was clear to her that this was not something I wanted to tell. But who else would I possible reveal this too? “I didn’t want you to think, I was a freak.”

She smiled. “You are a freak, we both are. That’s why we’re perfect for one another.” I couldn’t say much more. I felt so comfortable in those words, things no one else would know to say unless they really felt it. She continued. “An if you wanted to so bad. Just ask, you’ve had every other part of me. It’s yours.” I slid back down head rested on head, I felt a peck on my forehead. As I curled my palm onto her center of my world feeling the universe ring me to sleep.

She had taken class off, having gone to an appointment. I waited at home alone, finding it less embarrassing to walk home together. I missed the company. I was attached, dangerously so. What if something happened to her. How would I spend my life then? How long would it take to overcome the loss, the sadness. Could it be survived? I was already taunted as the snake fucker. Scale rubber. Pathetic nicknames, but they had a sting.

I awoke from my panicked nap, groggy, it was sunset through the window. A long winding tail sat in the room, missing my better half. It rounded the corner into the one room. “Hello?” I called, beginning to creep, hoping not to have woken her had she been asleep. The silver body slithered away as I stepped. The door was wedged open by her mid-section, it was her widest before thinning to her top. Best place for a sly rub in my mind, my fingers ran up her back. A slight jolt and she fell into it. “Sorry if I woke you.” I whispered, moving further in. She wasn’t in the bed, or anywhere. Before getting a chance to follow her body around to its source. I was playfully pinned down; a wet tongue licked my neck. Whatever this was, I was already liking it, and let it happen. Face down into her scales, two objects plugged my ears, catching me of guard, and next to my head she placed a hand onto herself. A loud thud sounded to my ears standing me up. “What was that!” I demanded, the object in her hands was a stethoscope, she giggled. “But that was...” I half said, thinking another moment. Without another word, and a stiff gulp. I placed my ears onto the surface again. And I was greater to a another beating. Louder, and stronger than the one before. “Your heart is here?” I was baffled, what I had always been hearing, was it just the after beat of a bigger pulsing entity? She lifted my hand and placed it between her warming breasts, another beat like before. “Two.” She smiled. My breathing stuttered; my own jealous organ rammed about at the prospect. “How do you have two? They don’t beat in unison?”

letting me rest my head against her center, she explained. She knew all along about her double pounders. Going to the doctors this morning told her why, and it made sense I suppose. One heart pumped for the human like body, the other, much bigger and thicker. Provided for her long winding body, something a tinier heart could not have done so easily. “How did I never notice?” I wondered thinking back to all the times. Did sex not affect this organ, I thought. “Well,” she started. “You don’t normally focus on my body. The kissing and licking take place up top and a little lower.” She said plainly enough to make me red, talking about it aloud. “Some of my kind, get the human heart removed later in life as a family tradition to feel more snake like.” She hissed, running fingers through my hair. “It doesn’t affect you in any negative way?”

“Guess not, the big one, is strong enough to care for all of me.” A hundred questions swirled in my head at this recent discovery. Best of all these thoughts, was a little game. A metal prop dagger hung just by the door, I slowly grabbed it and put on a face. She hadn’t noticed the blade in hand, too busy enjoying me enjoying her. “Oh?” I slithered my hand up her body groping the great ball of flesh to an enchanted moan. Teasing the red peak with a single finger as I massaged. “You don’t need your little human heart?” I deepened my voice saddling up on her waist. Setting the weapon down a moment, I raced for the next part, tying her hands to the bed posts. Whatever this was she was liking it. Picking up the steel again, I joked its point at her center. She looked as turned on as well as a little afraid.

The room melted away; I wasn’t in some apartment. With my lover, in furry cuffs. I was a mad woman in a dungeon, captured this semi-human. Now knowing her weak spots. I went to work. “Maybe you don’t need two hearts, But I might.” I grinned tracing a heart shape into her flesh. The dagger bounced, at the danger, the tanned flesh slightly indented from the weight. Threatening to push it in, I came face to face sucking a lusty kiss away. “Ahh, you wouldn’t mind if I took it? Right here and now.” My free hand placing a light grip onto her neck. “N-no, please. Get away from me with that thing!” She acted accordingly. Feeling every part of me getting wetter. I moved down lower, taking a nip out a breast on my way down. Past that special place, and to her widest. “What are you doing?” She demanded. “Oh, I’m sorry I never explicitly said I would be taking your human heart now did I?” “What!” she screamed. “NO!” I traced a harsher heart shape into the thick scales. “Why would I want the lesser of two- muscles?” When this one is bound to keep me alive forever.” The heart larger in scale began to pound away, picking up. The power in my control was as intense as the next act.

The dagger raised into the air, and punctured the hard scales, cracking them away as the knife dragged down. She screamed in pain, biting her lip. A tear forming in an eye. “Not finished yet my princess.” I grabbed the spreaders, and twisted the handle breaking open the protective bone and muscle. There it was the heart of all hearts. Pounding away, sacred for its life, just like it’s owner. The pericardium was next to go, a slight incision, and the dagger fell to the ground. My hands felt along the pulsating veins. She twitched and moaned, feeling every touch of my hands. “Here, we go.” I dug my fingers into the sack, and tore it open revealing the dark red core of the lover. The muscle slapped away at the pooling blood. It had to be the size of a basketball, its chambers twisting in ways I couldn’t understand, yet.

Reaching in the organ loosely pulled away, long thick arteries still connected the whole affair. Her eyes widened and sharpened, and the sight of herself. “What are you going to do-“ She screamed in pain, as I squeezed down, the heart throbbing against my grip. “Shhhhh, none of that this is all mine.” Another idea sparked. Straddling up, I placed the warm pump between my parted legs. The heated human vibrator, pulsed pleasure in ways I could not describe. But that was just a place for it. Now to control it I thought again. Picking up the largest of the arteries, feeling the blood rushing through it. I crushed it, and the heart jolted, instead of a great constant, the organ thudded side to side, like a fish without water. Letting go the heart tried to return to a normal state meeker than before. But pumping harder than the average heart. Taking a look now, her sides where my legs were, shifted faster and faster, out of breath, or struggling to breath, salvia drizzled from her clenched teeth. “Please… no more.” She begged. I felt a little sorry for the sad creature. Lightly grabbing the organ, I dragged it up, the lips between her legs needed attention.

Switching from fingers to mouth, hell even using her own heart I rubbed away at those juices listening to the tweaking sounds of pleasure. Finally, she had enough, her body strained back arching up, she moaned her breath away, flopping back down panting hard. Her heart having achieved orgasm, pounded it’s peak. Perfect timing. My hands grabbed tightly around the red thing, squeezing the life clean out of every chamber. Her breathing stuttered, and I dropped the dying muscle to the ground. She stared at it, beat lightly and frantically. I slid up greeting my favorite seat at her waist. “H-ow could you?” she weakly asked, tears running down her face, her whole body throbbed in warmth. “What?” I jested, grabbing tight grips onto both her breasts, clamping down hard, to her added discomfort. “You have two more lovely things right here; surly they can keep you alive?” I laughed, squeezing them to the rhythm of a heart. “You’re sick!” she shrilled. “Maybe.” I responded, dragging the dagger up with a foot, taking hold.

My hand wasted no time tearing through the softer flesh, breaking away bone and the protective layer. Her lungs greatly exposed, another heart weaker and smaller. I put a hand onto it, feeling the fading life force from her center. “I reached you at last, it really is the size of your hand. Disappointing.” I grinned, she knew it was over and closed her eyes. The dagger staked through her last organ, sticking to something in back. Her eyes shot open in a final act of bodily defiance to the act. The glow in her lovers’ amber eyes, faded to a mat, the black took hold of everything else. The red muscle, beat hopelessly against the silver, dying. Her head slumped to a side. And looking down the heart on the floor had stopped. And the last seconds of life from the other. Drowned in blood to a halt. I came hard atop my lovers’ body, feeling the act come to a close.

I fell down, resting a head against her breast. Feeling her and mine own heart beat fast, she giggled. “Nice one killer, you really took control there.” I panted. “Yeah, phew. Didn’t know I had it in me.” She loosened the binding, running a hand through my hair. “I always knew. You just needed that push.” We charmed each other the rest of the hour before falling asleep in place.

The next morning on the way to our classes. I walked at her side as she slithered along, not a step behind. This thing, this love of ours. It’s real, something hard to find, never thinking I’d have it. It’s no fairy tale, and maybe no one approves. But I do, and so does she. Really, that’s all I will ever need, us.

#cardiophile #story #nsfw #By Beckyferalfluf #heart #monster girl #the odd heart series

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