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Andreana likes to pretend that she could die. Like the things that could kill her before can still kill her now. Alongside her love of Sankta firearms it was inevitable, perhaps, that she'd ask for Exusiai to put a gun in her mouth.
"Watch my hands," Exusiai says, flipping up the latches on the attaché case. She raises the lid with theatrical slowness, eyes on Andreana the entire time. The item in the case shines under the harsh lights, polished to a mirror-sheen. "A new model, straight from the Imperia," Exusiai says, holding the pistol aloft like a fine bottle of wine. The make is sleek, white metal inlaid with gold filigree to evoke the architecture of Lateran City. Andreana can trace the design philosophy; the inspiration of its shape taken from the belfry in the center of the holy city. Instead of the peal of a bell to herald the beginning of a new age, the pistol is designed to end them, yet its proclamation will ring and echo all the same. Andreana clenches her thighs together as Exusiai flags her with it, flying in opposition to every lesson of gun safety they've both drilled into themselves.
"The standard magazine holds ten bullets," Exusiai continues, displaying the empty magazine like a product. Sleight of hand makes bullets appear between her fingers like magic, two held in front of Andreana's face, close enough that she can read the etching. 9mm JHP, Laterano. Exusia slots them into the magazine, clicks echoing off the walls to fill the room. Andreana takes a second to listen to their breathing: her breaths come fast in contrast to the measured pace of Exusiai's. Then she gasps as Exusiai loads the magazine in one swift motion.
Exusiai stands up and steps over the case to her, and the reality of their relative positions springs into stark focus. Exusiai is fully-dressed in fine clothing, a suit of black and white that makes the crimson of her hair stand out, looking every part the Lateran arms dealer. She holds the pistol in both hands at her waist, barrel pointed to Andreana's lips.
Andreana, who kneels on the floor in front of her, is naked and nearly shivering on cold tiles. They're in an operating room, bright white lights painting Exusiai's long shadow across the floor. Behind her in the center of the room is a drain, pristine for now, but not for long. She can almost see the red leading to it, the river's path foreshadowed by previous discussions. It'll run between Exusiai's boots.
Exusiai flicks the safety off and presses the barrel to Andreana's mouth. "Kiss it."
The pistol, like the floor, is cold. Andreana leans into it and kisses the muzzle, brushes her lips along the side of the slide. She licks up to the trigger guard, daring to catch Exusiai's finger along the way, then comes back down, the subtle ridge of the sights playing over her tongue. Then her head is jerked upwards—Exusiai has her by the chin—and the muzzle begins to force her lips to part.
"Open up for me." Exusiai's voice is harsh, in perfect congruence with the sterility of the room. Andreana obeys, heart beating faster. She can feel her blood like it's trying to escape to open air as it sings from her chest down to her fingertips, pulsing through her knees on the floor. She takes Exusiai's barrel in her mouth gingerly, keeping her teeth free of the metal as best she can. The shape is unfamiliar to her but Exusiai thrusts in farther, deeper and deeper until the muzzle hits the back of her throat and Andreana gags.
Exusiai groans as Andreana's lips meet her finger on the trigger guard. "Fuck you're good at that," she says, and pulls the hammer back. The click is deafening.
Primal warnings flash across Andreana's vision, screaming at her. You're in danger! You're gonna die! You're going to get shot! Instinct fails, though, the threat of death only serving to heighten her arousal— too bad, body. The fear wires got crossed with the horny ones a long time ago.
Exusiai fucks her mouth roughly, thrusting deep and nearly pulling all the way out each time. Spit gathers along the barrel and drips from Andreana's lips, down her chin to fall across her collarbones and stomach. She sucks the pistol like she'd suck Exusiai's cock, eager and wanting and sloppy, staring up at her through her lashes and reveling in the way Exusiai's eyes go half-closed. Andreana's knees ache, red from the hard floor, battle scars.
"What do you think, want me to come in your throat?" Exusiai asks. Her finger leaves the guard and rests on the trigger.
The rational part of her mind attempts to kick in—Andreana crushes it to smithereens and nods frantically, the motion painful with how deep Exusiai is hilted in her mouth.
"Say it," Exusiai commands while thrusting deep enough into her throat to make her gag again. Drool runs down her chin, thick with bubbles. "Tell me what you want."
"Please," Andreana begs, voice garbled with spit as Exusiai pulls out, "come in my mouth."
"Open wide then you pretty slut, I don't wanna hurt your teeth."
The gun pushes into her mouth again, resting on her outstretched tongue. Pain explodes through Andreana's throat as the bullet rips trachea and cervical vertebrae to shreds. Whatever scream she lets out is muffled twofold, both by the gun in her mouth and the gurgle of blood welling at her throat. Ears ringing, she begins to choke, watching Exusiai's smile grow successively wider as she forces her body to be still, mastering her reaction. Already her trachea has begun to repair—the wonders of abyssal cells—but movement is out of the question. Her spinal cord is nearly severed, cerebrospinal fluid running wet down her back and the wall behind. The trickle that runs between her cheeks to wet her asshole registers more than the pain, but both are secondary. She's hyperventilating; her pussy aches with need. The spent casing rolls across the floor and nudges her calf.
Exusiai slides the muzzle down her chest, between her breasts and over her stomach, drawing a trail of blood. "I could kill you like this, you know," she whispers, voice barely audible over Andreana's heartbeat. The barrel slides lower, over Andreana's stomach and along the line of her thigh. "You're at my mercy. How does that make you feel?"
The way the muzzle presses into Andreana's clit has her squirming, muscles twitching involuntarily. It's a unique quirk of Abyssal genetics—no matter how damaged her body becomes, she can still feel.
"I want to be inside you," Exusiai says, spreading her lips. Andreana's mouth suddenly isn't working, every inch of her body tingles, goosebumps rising. In lieu of a verbal answer, she tries to extend a shaky hand, to pull Exusiai close, take her to the base, but her body won't respond. Ah right, a hazy part of her logic remembers, my spinal cord is in tatters.
For the first time, Exusiai shows mercy, opens her up and presses in. Andreana takes it with a whine, slick pussy eagerly conforming to the slobber-coated barrel. The front sight grinds into her wall, a point of bright pleasure so hot that it brings tears to her eyes.
Exusiai fucks her like that, a slowly increasing tempo until Andreana's grinding down with as much force as she can each thrust. "I can tell you're clenching on it, you're so close I don't even need to touch you." Taking a fistful of her hair, Exusiai wrenches her head to the side and growls into her ear. "Listen to me. You're gonna cum for me and when you do, I'm pulling the trigger."
Andreana whimpers and something breaks out from within her, desperation clawing free. She nods, she'll do anything, anything to get off. She wants Exusiai inside her, tearing through her body, leaving lingering pain and memory to last a lifetime. Her vision is going red at the edges, adrenaline and short breaths bringing her to the verge of shock. A new angle, muzzle hitting her just so, and—
She's close, so close, yet a final barrier prevents her from reaching that edge. Tears run down her face, streaking through blood as they run down her chest. "I can't, I can't cum—I'm so close, please please !!!"
Exusiai pulls the hammer back.
That small click reverberates like a gunshot, making Andreana convulse. The barrel is hot in her, tight and rigid. Exusiai pulls it out and licks the slide clean in a long stripe, then realigns it, grazing Andreana's clit and spreading her lips wide with her other hand.
" Please!" Andreana sobs.
A single vicious thrust brings her over the edge. Her vision crawls black and white, lances of monochrome centered on all the red that Exusiai embodies. Orgasm rips through her, and she's screaming as the hammer falls.