Get In My Swamp

by G.M. Fairy

The thought of any of them wanting to touch her makes my blood boil. She’s mine. I found her. Even if she only stays with me for a little bit.

“Donny, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, but we are not friends. Stay away from me and stay away from my prisoner, or it will be your eyeballs I’m munching on for my next meal. Touch her and die.”

I keep walking. I’ve never felt this feeling before. Why do I want to burn down a city just at someone mentioning touching her? This must be what jealousy feels like, and I don’t like it. I can’t let myself get too attached to this woman. She’s my prisoner, and it can’t be anything more.

She doesn’t seem like the type of girl to swoon over such basic decencies, such as not eating her, but maybe my good buddy Stockholm will help me out.

He could break my neck without even exerting much energy, and for some odd reason, that turns me on. God, do I need a therapist

“Beck,” I whisper softly as he lazily feels one of my nipples. “Ah, fuck. My name’s never sounded so good.” His voice seems pained, like he’s close to the edge.

“You have two options. I can either let you go, or you can let me spread your legs open and lick your pussy until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

But then I work my tongue between his lips, and he seems to get the idea, matching my movements and kissing me back as if he’s starving.

“When you come, I want to hear you scream my name. I want all the nature around us and everyone in a hundred-mile radius to know you’re mine. You taste like mine.”

Her skin is a soft golden hue with freckles lining her nose. Her cheeks are rosy and her lips look like a plump rose. She’s like a doll. My perfect personal plaything, but she’s so much more than that.

I would need nothing else in life, just to touch her all day.

I never knew seeing someone covered in someone else’s blood could turn me on so much.

“Good girl. You’re taking me so good.”

If I wasn’t sure before if I should marry Lawrence or not, it’s become abundantly clear. He can threaten me all he wants, but I refuse to marry someone who fucks their sister, and I don’t think that’s such a crazy thought.

I turn my body and stare at her. She’s so beautiful when she’s angry.