The room was dark and I was glad I could not see
his face. The instant I lay down on the bed he was
on top of me, his warm body covering mine like a
blanket, his naked flesh smooth and delicious as
he slid his leg between mine.

I flickered my tongue in his ear, relishing the warm,
musky scent and taste of him. He ran his mouth
up and down my neck, his breath hot against my
skin as he tasted me in return. I arched up against
him, my breasts rubbing against his chest, and his
hands traveled down the length of my body, caressing,
exploring.

Yes, I thought. Touch me. Prove to me that I am
still alive, that I have not lost myself to the poison
spreading through me even as you touch me...there.
"Yes..."

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head down to mine,
kissing him hard, bruising my mouth as I tried to
devour him, to take him inside of me where I was
rotting away. I felt his fingers slip into me and I
responded by reaching down and grasping his
shaft, stroking that warm steel, feeling it pulse
beneath my fingertips. He pulled his mouth away
from mine and attacked my breasts, taking a
nipple into his mouth and sucking on it furiously,
bringing his teeth into play as I cried out and bit
my lip. I buried my fingers in his hair, urging
him on.

Yes, I thought. Hurt me. The pain proves to me
that I can still feel, that I am still..normal. Dammit.
I am whole, I am here, I am untouched by those
bastards who are taking my life from me slowly,
painfully...

"I want you in me," I whispered, reaching down to
clutch his firm ass, lifting my hips, encircling him
with my legs. His eyes bore into mine, and I
wondered what he saw there. Desperation?
Desire? Fear? I didn't know and couldn't bring
myself to care. I was using him and we both
knew it.

He whispered my name like a prayer as he
entered me in one sure motion, then began
to move inside of me, his hands grasping
mine and holding them above my head on
the pillow, his mouth finding my breast again,
suckling like a hungry child. I moved against
him, with him, under him.

Yes, I thought. Fuck me. Fuck me until I
am past all caring, all thinking, all needing.
Can you feel the poison inside me? Will you
betray me, as my own body does? Will you
still be here when I am eaten away inside?

His thrusts became quicker, more urgent,
and I said his name softly, then whispered
the name of the god who I could no longer
believe in, who had abandoned me. My hips
rose and fell as his cock filled me again and
again, and when he groaned and emptied
himself inside of me and collapsed on top
of me, saying my name with a strangled
voice near to breaking, I was not surprised
that I had not reached a release.

My only release would be death.
And it was coming for me.

end.