Novel & Cerita Till Our Fingers Decompose

The lighter colour shaped thin around my middle finger. "I've never seen that before." I examined it closely. "Maybe it's just one of your many unique ways." I looked at the other fingers on my right hand, but it wasn't there. "Hm... only this finger." I said. "This river is really beautiful." Yoké was already distracted. "I've never seen it so close." "Who told you that I bath here anyway? What if I bath with the other girls on the other side of the reeds?" "I know you bath here."

'Talented Finger? 'Dude, I have a Celestial Ranked Skill, World Destruction Finger!' Lucas raised his finger and shot out his World Destruction Finger. The World Destruction Finger looked like it could really destroy the world. It had a very scary vibe to it. The aura of the World Destruction Finger and Zack's attack collided with one another! Broom! 'How is this possible!!' Zack's Talented Finger was destroyed by the World Destruction Finger. The aura of the World Destruction Finger flew straight at Zack.

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“Now come for me. Soak my fingers like the desperate slut you are.” The command pushed me over and my orgasm crashed through me violently. I cried out, my body convulsing as my pussy clenched and pulsed around his thrusting fingers. Fresh wetness gushed out, coating his hand and dripping onto the expensive carpet. He kept stroking me through every wave, prolonging the pleasure until I was trembling and weak-kneed. When the last spasm faded, he withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips. “Clean them.” I sucked his fingers into my mouth, tasting my own sweet musk mixed with the salt of my release. My eyes stayed locked on his, the act feeling deliciously degrading.

He slipped two thick, calloused fingers past the cotton barrier. I was completely, shamelessly slick. * * *

His fingers curl into fists on the desk, and when he speaks, his voice is completely measured. “I will claw him out of whatever hole he has buried himself in. Then, I will just…take my time. Break a finger or two first, maybe an arm, just to hear him beg for a while. I’ll leave him like that, limbs hanging on, pain increasing, infection setting in. Slowly chipping away pieces of him. He will suffer through it, none of it will be quick. After all that, I'm going to peel the flesh from his body, until it all finally gives out and whatever pathetic excuse for a soul he has, slithers off to the depths of the pit it was birthed from”

I turned to him and then hugged him to the side. He continued to sing even though he knew he had no talent there. "Take a little time baby. See the butterflies' colours. Listen to the birds that were sent. To sing for me and you. Can you feel me? This is such a wonderful place to be. Even if there is pain now. Everything will be all right. For as long as the world still turns. There will be night and day. Can you hear me? There's a rainbow always after the rain. "

All around them was the smell of rot and death and the sharp tang of that impossibly fresh blood. There were two fingers—it looked like an index and middle finger—lying in the dirt right next to each other, like they’d been sliced cleanly away from the hand and dropped in place. There were three silver rings stacked on the middle finger. Over here an ear, over there a jagged piece of bone with a few shreds of skin hanging off it. All pieces of the dead girls that the monster hadn’t bothered with, or neglected in his haste. Like a child that didn’t clean up his room properly, and left bits of his toys behind.

Just two hands reaching across the table, fingers locking. Still us. Just more us than ever before.

Just for each other. *The End.*