Slash or Pass (Final Girls)

by Tylor Paige

I spread her lips apart and dove in, lapping at her beautiful body. She tasted as good as she looked. Her

Her hands went to my head, and she shoved me deeper into her pussy. I gladly accepted the challenge of not bre...

There he was. Constantine, all grown up, staring me down.

Jet-black hair shaved down at the sides but longer on top curved just enough for one strand to fall over his eyes. His jawline and nose were shaped beautifully, and his eyes were a piercing blue. Tattoos covered his arms, and a light, day-old stubble dusted his face. His muscles were large, highlighted by his tight black shirt and ripped jeans. Everything about him oozed bad boy, and something inside me told me he might just be.

“Hello, Eisley.” My heart sped right back up at hearing his voice for the first time in ten years. “Constantine,” I blinked rapidly, still in utter disbelief. “you’re alive.” “I am. Did you wait for me?” “Wait for you?”

“What do you mean wait for you? I thought you were dead!” “Did you though?” He grinned, but it wasn’t funny. “I find it hard to believe you were sold on the idea.” “How could I not be?” Tears sprung to my eyes and I let them slide down my cheeks in hot, furious streaks. “The Minister said⁠—”

“I needed to see how long you’d wait for me.” His hand dipped between my thighs, cupping my sex. “Did you, wife?” “Did I what?” I gasped, as he began to massage me over my panties. “Did you allow someone else to take what’s rightfully mine?”

“You say you’re angry at me, but your dripping pussy tells another story. Tell me Eisley, now who’s lying to who?”

I felt like him and I had two definitions of the word. If safe to him was anything like our interaction in the bathroom, I was anything but.

“That ceremony wasn’t legally binding.” “If that’s what you think then why are you still wearing that necklace if you don’t want to be married to me?”

“Don’t touch me.” “Why not? I’m your husband, isn’t that something I’m allowed to do?”

I couldn’t believe it. My entire life as I knew it had changed in just 24 hours. I’d spent half of my life grieving over a man who wasn’t dead, but rather was stalking me.

“This is an assassin’s teapot.” She beamed. “A what?” “These two holes,” she pointed. “Go to a different chamber. You can pour two different drinks into the teapot and serve one drink or both.” “And why do they call it an assassin’s teapot?” “Because one drink could be poison, and you’d never know because they were served from the same pot.”

If she was mad now, I couldn’t imagine how pissed she’d be if I revealed the truth.

I sat and opened the bottle, while she turned on music and went around locking the doors. I had to choke back a snicker. She didn’t have to worry about intruders tonight. I was already inside. She

Rule 20 - Constantine IT’S OKAY TO FUCK THE FINAL GIRL IF SHE’S YOUR WIFE.

She closed her eyes and stretched her arms over her head. The urge to pin them down and tie her wrists to her headboard was strong inside me. God, she’d look so fucking beautiful bound with no escape as I gave her orgasm after orgasm. I wanted to see her cry from how powerful the feeling was.

“Say it,” I growled. “My pussy. I like it when you touch my pussy.” “Good girl,”

This was Eisley, the girl I’d been dreaming about for ten years, the first girl I’d jerked it to, the girl I thought of every time I fucked someone else, and now, we were finally together. She was mine again.

“No, you were perfect. You’re such a good girl.”

“Constantine,” I giggled. “I’m filthy.” “Fuck yeah you are,” he murmured.

“She won’t have to. I’m not going to let that happen. Eisley loves us both. We can share her.”

The balls on this motherfucker after what I just saw.

Yells at dogs. Another red flag.

“Eisley Rosales.” I smiled. “Weird to hear.” “Eisley Blackwood. We’ll be getting that changed.” He grabbed the necklace around my neck and yanked me forward. Pinching the ring between his fingers, he growled, “You’re mine, in every sense of the word, wife.”

There was no fucking way I’d be taking drugs with these stupid fucks.

“Suck this knife like it was the best cock you’ve ever tasted, or I’ll spin it around and make you take the sharp end between your lips.”

“I love greedy Eisley, but if you remove my belt, I’ll spank you with it.”

“Apparently, the idea of burying a body makes me incredibly horny. When I get home, I’m going to fuck you like I’m trying to wake the dead.”

She was a fucking brat. And it made me so horny.

“Either she chooses, and she chooses correctly, or I’ll kill both of you and take your precious little Eisley for my next wife, you little shit.”

“He’s…” “Jealous?” “I don’t know?” I sat back, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Maybe? And you can’t talk, mister. You’ve been jealous of him for years.” “Yeah, because you were waiting for a dead guy. How could anyone compete with that?” “It’s not a competition. You guys mean the same to me.”

“Virginity is just a concept. I don’t give a shit who's been inside you. I only care about the cock going in relatively soon.” My

“You teased me for years.” He licked my panties again. “Only letting me get close, but no further. I’m not mad you waited for Constantine to have his little cherry-popping moment, but fuck, I wish I could have been the first to make you come.” His

“The Minister said a lot of fucked up shit, but making you think you had to save yourself was probably one of the more sinister things he did.”

“You’ve got a beautiful pussy, Eisley. I’m going to taste it now, and I’m not stopping until your legs are shaking.” My

“You’re perfect,” he told me. “You’re the perfect little princess for us.”

“What did you put on the knife?” I gasped through the pain. Dave held the knife up to the sun. “You like it? It’s my own concoction. Something the Reanimator can’t heal.”

"A man and wife shall lay together in the carnal way for all to see. The Family cannot succeed unless the newly coupled touch, flesh to flesh. With the rings, Eisley, you promise to not allow another man to enter you, nor give you the ultimate pleasure a body can experience. You will wait for your husband to bestow his seed and his gifts to you. Do you understand?" I did not. His words, however, would be ingrained into my memory forever. I would wait for my husband.

"Were you running because you were really scared I'd kill you? Or were you running because you like it when I chase you?"

"And what am I to you?" She pushed against my chest but I didn't let her go. "My wife," I said. She clasped the ring around my neck and looked up at me, so beautiful, perfect, so fucking hot. My cock throbbed against her thigh. "My princess." I touched her soft cheek and pinched her mouth open again. Grinning, I leaned in and instead of kissing her, I spit and she took it again with a soft moan. "My good girl." A shadow appeared in the doorway. Finally. Eisley turned herself, finding Kansas wearing his Ghostface mask, shirtless, and smiling at us while leaning against the doorframe. "And our plaything."

"What do you want, Eisley?" Constantine asked. "You, both of you." I nodded. "I can't give one of you up for the other." "We're not asking you to," Kansas said. "If you want us both, then you'll get us both. Lead the way."