Post by Crystal Sharpe on Jun 25, 2019 19:56:48 GMT -5
The camera opens on a middle aged man, walking his dog, wondering about what the wife back home has prepared for dinner. Hopefully shrimp and steak. It was payday. The one true night twice a month they got to splurge and eat something besides frozen pizza or cheap fast food. He could taste the buttery shrimp on his buds now, making him drool more than the dog was on this warm evening. Better get back to Sally, he thought, and this man, George, hurried the old dog along beside him, crossing the street to return to his beloved wife, unaware of the four ton bullet of a van launching towards him.
Logan: Hold on to your cans, sweets!
His foot stomped the gas to the floor and the van ran over the man walking his dog like an unnecessary hefty speed bump. Logan peered in the rearview mirror to laugh while the man helplessly twitched to death with dog meat splattered onto his body.
Logan: Do you think that was too much with the needles and balloons, Crystal?
He looked across at the blonde who still had her eyes closed, pale faced and shaking unable to handle the fact they'd just killed an innocent man and his dog.
Crystal: Oh my god… LOGAN! What---why?! Why did you do that?!
Logan: Don’t you go creaming your panties just yet. Or do. Whatever you prefer. I thought it was a good way to get the attention of our new commissioner. Why else would I do it? Wait…
He completely took his eye off the road and focused on Crystal.
Logan: You mean the asshole back there walking that mutt?
Crystal opened her eyes to see blood covering the windshield just in front of her, this too made her panic and freak out. The fact oncoming cars were swerving around them blasting their horns at them didn't help, Logan still wasn't concentrating on the road.
Crystal: Pull over, Logan! I want to get out! I can't believe you just did that! PULL OVER!
Logan: Listen, sweets, I know you’re all hot and bothered right now, but if we stop now -
He blindly ran through a redlight while chatting it up with his girlfriend.
Logan: Someone might have something to say about our tremendous duty we performed for the public. Sorry. The ride isn’t stopping just yet. If you can’t wait, well…
He yanked her off her seat and into his lap, kissing her lips.
Logan: Now tell me how badly you wanted to see me put it in reverse and leave more rubber on those bums. Haha!
He forcefully kissed her more. Paying zero attention to the traffic. Crystal tried to turn around and look at the traffic now completely fearing for her life. Would she make things worse if she tried to grab hold of the steering wheel? She turned her attention back onto Logan who was still not paying attention to the road.
Crystal: What's gotten into you? You were super sweet last night and now you're like a completely different person. Are you---are you trying to scare me on purpose?
Logan: I’d never try and scare my little angel. Oh, doll, a ten pointer!
He pushed Crystal off his lap and eyed an old woman in a rocker crossing.
Logan: You want this one, toots?
Crystal: NO!
Crystal couldn't let it happen again, without even thinking of her own well being not even being belted into the seat she desperately reached across and shoved the steering wheel as hard as she could to the right. The vans tires screeched and as it hit a sharp right turn, and then everything went black and there was a huge crash as the van spun onto its side and eventually stopped rolling when it hit a street light. A few moments passed before Logan regained control of his senses, groaning while he kicked out the bloodied cracked windshield.
Logan: Good thing this isn’t our van. Whew… the trouble we’d be in. What was that, psycho? You really do have a strange way of getting off. Could have killed us both! You’re more fun than I thought.
Perhaps she wasn’t listening since he was the only one laughing. He looked down and saw her in the floorboard, body curled up.
Logan: No time to sleep off that orgasm!
He kicked Crystal in the ribs, hoping to wake her. Crystal wasn't moving, she'd taken the crash far worse than Logan. She remained unconscious on the floorboard, blood and cuts all over her upper body, leaving her looking like a complete mangled mess. The engine suddenly burst into flames, the van was obviously in danger of blowing up. Logan made a big enough hole in to climb through the windshield, he covered his beautiful face from the flames, and then looked back to Crystal to begin a great debate in his head on the pros and cons of leaving her behind.
PROS: I no longer have to share my personal space with a crazed woman who wrecks us for her own personal pleasures.
They would easily pin tonights murder on her burned corpse.
I would no longer have to fake being attracted to the brat every time she dolled it up and pretended to be a Petrova in heat around me.
CONS: … she makes a fantastic sandwich.
Logan: Well, sweets, it was a fun ride.
He laughed at the irony of the situation as the fire spread over the vans hood before fleeing the scene, leaving her to burn.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Had passed since he left his beloved sidekick to the fire. He grieved over her supposed death all for thirty-three seconds. He was now in the comfort of his home, rebuilt from the ground up since Twilight burned it to the ground. What's with all these fires? The house was in a rural Florida land, and with the week off the perfect place to lay low until this whole Crystal Sharpe or Snow or Brat thing blew over. With his feet up on a coffee table, not expecting a visitor whatsoever, the banging on the door surprised him greatly.
Boom-Boom: Hello!
Logan: Not now, mother. What if it's the pigs?
Boom-Boom: Oink. Oink.
He crept to the knocking door, going to have a peek through the peephole, until it shot open and bounced off his forehead. Crystal had tracked him down to his newly rebuilt house as she stormed into the building, cuts and bruises still extremely visible all over her. She slammed the door behind her and glared at Logan and then SLAPPED the taste buds right out of his mouth.
Crystal: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU JUST LEFT ME TO DIE!!!
He nursed his mouth.
Logan: Good to see you too!
He looked her up and down.
Logan: You look terrible, dear.
Then waved at his nose in a disgusting manner.
Logan: And smell just as bad.
Crystal: What do you expect?! You basically live on a swamp and I had to walk through that! AND STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT! How could you just leave me to burn?!
He fumbled through some words until a lie began to form.
Logan: Well you wouldn’t believe it. Guess who showed up just as I was trying to drag your lifeless body from the flames? Go on, guess.
Crystal glared at Logan knowing too well that he was talking nonsense.
Crystal: I don't care, Logan! I could have died because of you. I COULD HAVE DIED! Let that sink in to your stupid…
He cut her off.
Logan: Mel Gibson himself. He even asked for an autograph. You know how many times a year I watch Braveheart. And then what happens… he wants to go out for drinks! I was starstruck. I never understood that phrase until now, because I really was and forgot all about the whole van thing. Don’t get mad at me. Get mad at Mel. His fault.
This time it is Crystal who cuts off Logan.
Crystal: SHUT UP! Stop talking nonsense! You're a complete jerk, you know that? Why did I even bother coming back to find you? Do you even care about me?!
He finally stood back to his feet and brushed himself off.
Logan: How about I draw you a nice bubble bath and we forget the whole thing ever happened. Sound good to you, stinky?
Crystal: How about you go jump off a cliff?!
Crystal gasped as she heard herself and the way she'd just spoken to Logan.
Crystal: I'm sorry, Logan. I didn't mean it. I'm just in a lot of pain and… I'm just in a lot of pain. I'm sorry, baby.
Logan: I can only imagine. Well, what about me? If you weren’t getting your kicks off and crashing us we wouldn’t even be in this situation.
He regretted even bringing it back up.
Logan: How about a bath, dear, and then you can meet my mother!
Crystal mischievously grinned at Logan.
Crystal: Are you going to join me? I have to admit, it was super fucking hot when you were forcefully kissing me in the van a few days ago. Jesus the things I would have done to you had you pulled over at that moment.
Logan: Of course I’ll join you. Who else is going to wash my back?
He grinned as Crystal made her way about the house.
Crystal: This is an interesting place you've got here.
Several minutes passed and Crystal made her way upstairs trying to locate Logan who had been running a bath for her. A plea of muffled cries came from a door within ear shot, inside in a tub was a woman resembling Crystal, tied at the hands and feet, his backup Crystal he had been tormenting the last few days she was away.
Logan: Not that bathroom. That one is still under construction!
He yelled out from the other side of the hall.
Crystal: I thought I heard something? Hmmm, it's probably just a cat or something.
Crystal shrugged her shoulders as she made her way towards wherever Logans voice had come from. Inside the other bathroom, the one without a tied and helpless strange woman, Logan drew a hot bath for his brat, throwing in an excessive amount of bubble soap.
Logan: Come on, stinky girl. Its all yours!
Crystal nodded her head, it was so cute how Logan was actually taking care of her like this and she had to admit the bath did look extremely welcoming. Crystal quickly takes off all of her clothes in front of Logan, once fully naked she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on his lips.
Crystal: Thanks, babe, it looks really nice. You gonna join me?
Crystal climbed into the bath, trying to look as appealing to Logan as possible. Bubbles covered most of her body.
Crystal: There's plenty of room.
He looked over her nudeness, licking his lips. She would look so good getting strangled.
Logan: I want nothing more.
He stripped out of his clothes and slipped into the tub behind her, grabbing for a sponge with a rope on it, wondering if the rope was large enough to wrap around her neck. He got the sponge wet, wiping it over her shoulders. Crystal put her head back onto Logans chest and closed her eyes enjoying herself.
Crystal: I love you.
The record skipped. A record somewhere did, he imagined. Was he supposed to say it back, and if so why was he having such a hard time lying? She was like the only person who could ever detect his bullshit.
Logan: I lo -
He coughed.
Logan: - you too.
Crystal shook her head slightly as she spun around in the bath so they were face to face. She reached up and placed a handful of bubbles on Logan's face, styling them and making it look like he had a bubble beard.
Crystal: You'd look very cute with a white beard.
Crystal paused for a second as she looked Logan in his eyes, giving him cute looks.
Crystal: How come you always struggle to say it back? “I love you” I mean. You do love me, right?
He changed the subject grabbing the back of her head and dunking it under water. While she was under and out of ear range.
Logan: I’d love to stab you. Over and over, then finger paint a letter to Vincent with whatever blood you gushed. Then afterwards throw you to a gang of crackheads and pimp you out for a bag of chips. That’s how much I love you -
Whilst under the bubbles Crystal visibly started moving down Logans body thinking he'd pushed her head down there for a reason. He felt a strange warmness engulf his prick, and not the bath water. His eye enlarged, nearly popping out of its socket, and he jerked back into the tub. Crystal pushed herself out of the water and looked across at Logan, wiping the bubbles away from her face.
Crystal: What's wrong, sugar? Did I accidentally scratch you with my teeth?
He never thought of anyone in a sexual sense, not even the nude woman who just went down on him. Sex to him was boring. He was practically incapable of the act - got zero out of it. Though any ordinary man would be hard pressed to turn down her velvet tongue, he did just that. However the thought of her drowning while performing such an act, or thinking of the other night when he ran down a stranger and that dog, seemed to somehow do it for him.
Logan: No it’s not that. Just unexpected. I was wondering… how long do you think you can hold your breath? I had a fun game in mind.
Crystal shrugged her shoulders, her large nude breasts very visible.
Crystal: I'm not sure, I say we find out.
Crystal winked at Logan and once again went under the bubbles, working her way up Logan’s legs. He couldn’t recall the last time he felt this sort of excitement when his other head was involved. He wondered how long it would take before she drown, because he had no intention of letting her come up for air until months of release flooded her throat. He watched as Crystal wrapped her arm under Logans leg and…
TWENTY FIVE SECONDS LATER
He was out of breath. His limbs limp from spasms. For a second he thought he might have fainted. He was obviously way over his head in this aspect, having no idea what happened down below, only that he suspected it felt nearly as orgasmic as killing someone.
Crystal finally came out of the bubbles again as she gave Logan a love filled smile, licking her lips a little bit.
Crystal: Yummy.
Without even giving Logan a second to think about what was happening, Crystal climbed out of the bath and went and brushed her teeth, making sure to use mouthwash as well. She eventually returned, still naked and bent down kissing Logan on his lips. He still had the bubbles around his mouth and looked so cute.
Crystal: Don’t worry, babe, I just knew you wouldn't want to kiss me if I didn't go sort myself out. You don't taste bad at all.
Crystal winked at Logan as she grabbed a towel drying herself off a bit.
Crystal: So, how about we go meet your mother?
He could barely move. He had more energy in him after his match with Kitty and the huge amounts of blood he lost than he did now. He felt defeated. Embarrassed. Ashamed of himself for letting her conquer his spirits. He’d never let her near him like that ever again. He tried to stand but his legs didn’t work.
Logan: What did you do to my legs, demon woman?
Crystal burst out laughing as she stepped forward helping her man out of the bath.
Crystal: Logan, have you ever actually been with a woman before?
He thought about lying, but something changed. Not only had she slurped the soul out of him but his honesty as well.
Logan: Well.. no. I’ve never been curious about it.
He wanted to curl up under a bed for a week until he felt normal again. He tried to think of a way to cut her open to return his precious fluids she stole back to him.
Crystal: Hmm.
Crystal ran her hand down his face and kissed him on his cheek giving him a sly look.
Crystal: That's so cute. Don't worry, sugar, you won't be inexperienced for long now your Crystal is here with you.
He shivered in terror.
Logan: You want to do THAT again?
She was crazier than he suspected. Crystal nodded her head as she got dressed again, very very slowly, making her to let Logan watch.
Crystal: Well, that and lots and lots of other things too.
Crystal was now fully dressed and she stood on one hip looking at Logan who was still naked.
Crystal: Get dressed. I really want to meet your mother. I really hope she likes me. Do you think she will?
He didn’t know if he should let this monster meet his mother. in all his life he never truly felt this type of fear, and it shook him to his core. Nothing was funny about this. Not at all.
Logan: Can you t-t-urn around please?
He felt vulnerable and exposed before her like this now. He needed clothes. Lots of clothes. Crystal raised an eyebrow and giggled a bit as she looked at her man.
Crystal: Logan, really? You're going to be shy now? It's a bit late for that, isn't it? Here, let me help you.
Crystal quickly collected all of his clothes and held them in her arms in a neat pile. She sat them on a nearby cabinet and nodded her head innocently.
Logan: I can do it myself!
He held his hands over his crotch, hoping she wouldn’t catch another glimpse and get any more ridiculous ideas. Crystal sat down on the chair which was in the bathroom, crossing her legs and running her hands through her wet hair a bit.
Crystal: I don't suppose your mom has a hair dryer does she? Hmm, I should probably fetch all of my belongings over here. Makeup too.
That was it. He should have never let her break him like this, within a week his sheets would be pink. The world spun beneath his feet, he stumbled over to the sink to catch his footing, and then collapsed onto the floor losing consciousness. That wicked bitch.
Logan: Hold on to your cans, sweets!
His foot stomped the gas to the floor and the van ran over the man walking his dog like an unnecessary hefty speed bump. Logan peered in the rearview mirror to laugh while the man helplessly twitched to death with dog meat splattered onto his body.
Logan: Do you think that was too much with the needles and balloons, Crystal?
He looked across at the blonde who still had her eyes closed, pale faced and shaking unable to handle the fact they'd just killed an innocent man and his dog.
Crystal: Oh my god… LOGAN! What---why?! Why did you do that?!
Logan: Don’t you go creaming your panties just yet. Or do. Whatever you prefer. I thought it was a good way to get the attention of our new commissioner. Why else would I do it? Wait…
He completely took his eye off the road and focused on Crystal.
Logan: You mean the asshole back there walking that mutt?
Crystal opened her eyes to see blood covering the windshield just in front of her, this too made her panic and freak out. The fact oncoming cars were swerving around them blasting their horns at them didn't help, Logan still wasn't concentrating on the road.
Crystal: Pull over, Logan! I want to get out! I can't believe you just did that! PULL OVER!
Logan: Listen, sweets, I know you’re all hot and bothered right now, but if we stop now -
He blindly ran through a redlight while chatting it up with his girlfriend.
Logan: Someone might have something to say about our tremendous duty we performed for the public. Sorry. The ride isn’t stopping just yet. If you can’t wait, well…
He yanked her off her seat and into his lap, kissing her lips.
Logan: Now tell me how badly you wanted to see me put it in reverse and leave more rubber on those bums. Haha!
He forcefully kissed her more. Paying zero attention to the traffic. Crystal tried to turn around and look at the traffic now completely fearing for her life. Would she make things worse if she tried to grab hold of the steering wheel? She turned her attention back onto Logan who was still not paying attention to the road.
Crystal: What's gotten into you? You were super sweet last night and now you're like a completely different person. Are you---are you trying to scare me on purpose?
Logan: I’d never try and scare my little angel. Oh, doll, a ten pointer!
He pushed Crystal off his lap and eyed an old woman in a rocker crossing.
Logan: You want this one, toots?
Crystal: NO!
Crystal couldn't let it happen again, without even thinking of her own well being not even being belted into the seat she desperately reached across and shoved the steering wheel as hard as she could to the right. The vans tires screeched and as it hit a sharp right turn, and then everything went black and there was a huge crash as the van spun onto its side and eventually stopped rolling when it hit a street light. A few moments passed before Logan regained control of his senses, groaning while he kicked out the bloodied cracked windshield.
Logan: Good thing this isn’t our van. Whew… the trouble we’d be in. What was that, psycho? You really do have a strange way of getting off. Could have killed us both! You’re more fun than I thought.
Perhaps she wasn’t listening since he was the only one laughing. He looked down and saw her in the floorboard, body curled up.
Logan: No time to sleep off that orgasm!
He kicked Crystal in the ribs, hoping to wake her. Crystal wasn't moving, she'd taken the crash far worse than Logan. She remained unconscious on the floorboard, blood and cuts all over her upper body, leaving her looking like a complete mangled mess. The engine suddenly burst into flames, the van was obviously in danger of blowing up. Logan made a big enough hole in to climb through the windshield, he covered his beautiful face from the flames, and then looked back to Crystal to begin a great debate in his head on the pros and cons of leaving her behind.
PROS: I no longer have to share my personal space with a crazed woman who wrecks us for her own personal pleasures.
They would easily pin tonights murder on her burned corpse.
I would no longer have to fake being attracted to the brat every time she dolled it up and pretended to be a Petrova in heat around me.
CONS: … she makes a fantastic sandwich.
Logan: Well, sweets, it was a fun ride.
He laughed at the irony of the situation as the fire spread over the vans hood before fleeing the scene, leaving her to burn.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Had passed since he left his beloved sidekick to the fire. He grieved over her supposed death all for thirty-three seconds. He was now in the comfort of his home, rebuilt from the ground up since Twilight burned it to the ground. What's with all these fires? The house was in a rural Florida land, and with the week off the perfect place to lay low until this whole Crystal Sharpe or Snow or Brat thing blew over. With his feet up on a coffee table, not expecting a visitor whatsoever, the banging on the door surprised him greatly.
Boom-Boom: Hello!
Logan: Not now, mother. What if it's the pigs?
Boom-Boom: Oink. Oink.
He crept to the knocking door, going to have a peek through the peephole, until it shot open and bounced off his forehead. Crystal had tracked him down to his newly rebuilt house as she stormed into the building, cuts and bruises still extremely visible all over her. She slammed the door behind her and glared at Logan and then SLAPPED the taste buds right out of his mouth.
Crystal: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU JUST LEFT ME TO DIE!!!
He nursed his mouth.
Logan: Good to see you too!
He looked her up and down.
Logan: You look terrible, dear.
Then waved at his nose in a disgusting manner.
Logan: And smell just as bad.
Crystal: What do you expect?! You basically live on a swamp and I had to walk through that! AND STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT! How could you just leave me to burn?!
He fumbled through some words until a lie began to form.
Logan: Well you wouldn’t believe it. Guess who showed up just as I was trying to drag your lifeless body from the flames? Go on, guess.
Crystal glared at Logan knowing too well that he was talking nonsense.
Crystal: I don't care, Logan! I could have died because of you. I COULD HAVE DIED! Let that sink in to your stupid…
He cut her off.
Logan: Mel Gibson himself. He even asked for an autograph. You know how many times a year I watch Braveheart. And then what happens… he wants to go out for drinks! I was starstruck. I never understood that phrase until now, because I really was and forgot all about the whole van thing. Don’t get mad at me. Get mad at Mel. His fault.
This time it is Crystal who cuts off Logan.
Crystal: SHUT UP! Stop talking nonsense! You're a complete jerk, you know that? Why did I even bother coming back to find you? Do you even care about me?!
He finally stood back to his feet and brushed himself off.
Logan: How about I draw you a nice bubble bath and we forget the whole thing ever happened. Sound good to you, stinky?
Crystal: How about you go jump off a cliff?!
Crystal gasped as she heard herself and the way she'd just spoken to Logan.
Crystal: I'm sorry, Logan. I didn't mean it. I'm just in a lot of pain and… I'm just in a lot of pain. I'm sorry, baby.
Logan: I can only imagine. Well, what about me? If you weren’t getting your kicks off and crashing us we wouldn’t even be in this situation.
He regretted even bringing it back up.
Logan: How about a bath, dear, and then you can meet my mother!
Crystal mischievously grinned at Logan.
Crystal: Are you going to join me? I have to admit, it was super fucking hot when you were forcefully kissing me in the van a few days ago. Jesus the things I would have done to you had you pulled over at that moment.
Logan: Of course I’ll join you. Who else is going to wash my back?
He grinned as Crystal made her way about the house.
Crystal: This is an interesting place you've got here.
Several minutes passed and Crystal made her way upstairs trying to locate Logan who had been running a bath for her. A plea of muffled cries came from a door within ear shot, inside in a tub was a woman resembling Crystal, tied at the hands and feet, his backup Crystal he had been tormenting the last few days she was away.
Logan: Not that bathroom. That one is still under construction!
He yelled out from the other side of the hall.
Crystal: I thought I heard something? Hmmm, it's probably just a cat or something.
Crystal shrugged her shoulders as she made her way towards wherever Logans voice had come from. Inside the other bathroom, the one without a tied and helpless strange woman, Logan drew a hot bath for his brat, throwing in an excessive amount of bubble soap.
Logan: Come on, stinky girl. Its all yours!
Crystal nodded her head, it was so cute how Logan was actually taking care of her like this and she had to admit the bath did look extremely welcoming. Crystal quickly takes off all of her clothes in front of Logan, once fully naked she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on his lips.
Crystal: Thanks, babe, it looks really nice. You gonna join me?
Crystal climbed into the bath, trying to look as appealing to Logan as possible. Bubbles covered most of her body.
Crystal: There's plenty of room.
He looked over her nudeness, licking his lips. She would look so good getting strangled.
Logan: I want nothing more.
He stripped out of his clothes and slipped into the tub behind her, grabbing for a sponge with a rope on it, wondering if the rope was large enough to wrap around her neck. He got the sponge wet, wiping it over her shoulders. Crystal put her head back onto Logans chest and closed her eyes enjoying herself.
Crystal: I love you.
The record skipped. A record somewhere did, he imagined. Was he supposed to say it back, and if so why was he having such a hard time lying? She was like the only person who could ever detect his bullshit.
Logan: I lo -
He coughed.
Logan: - you too.
Crystal shook her head slightly as she spun around in the bath so they were face to face. She reached up and placed a handful of bubbles on Logan's face, styling them and making it look like he had a bubble beard.
Crystal: You'd look very cute with a white beard.
Crystal paused for a second as she looked Logan in his eyes, giving him cute looks.
Crystal: How come you always struggle to say it back? “I love you” I mean. You do love me, right?
He changed the subject grabbing the back of her head and dunking it under water. While she was under and out of ear range.
Logan: I’d love to stab you. Over and over, then finger paint a letter to Vincent with whatever blood you gushed. Then afterwards throw you to a gang of crackheads and pimp you out for a bag of chips. That’s how much I love you -
Whilst under the bubbles Crystal visibly started moving down Logans body thinking he'd pushed her head down there for a reason. He felt a strange warmness engulf his prick, and not the bath water. His eye enlarged, nearly popping out of its socket, and he jerked back into the tub. Crystal pushed herself out of the water and looked across at Logan, wiping the bubbles away from her face.
Crystal: What's wrong, sugar? Did I accidentally scratch you with my teeth?
He never thought of anyone in a sexual sense, not even the nude woman who just went down on him. Sex to him was boring. He was practically incapable of the act - got zero out of it. Though any ordinary man would be hard pressed to turn down her velvet tongue, he did just that. However the thought of her drowning while performing such an act, or thinking of the other night when he ran down a stranger and that dog, seemed to somehow do it for him.
Logan: No it’s not that. Just unexpected. I was wondering… how long do you think you can hold your breath? I had a fun game in mind.
Crystal shrugged her shoulders, her large nude breasts very visible.
Crystal: I'm not sure, I say we find out.
Crystal winked at Logan and once again went under the bubbles, working her way up Logan’s legs. He couldn’t recall the last time he felt this sort of excitement when his other head was involved. He wondered how long it would take before she drown, because he had no intention of letting her come up for air until months of release flooded her throat. He watched as Crystal wrapped her arm under Logans leg and…
TWENTY FIVE SECONDS LATER
He was out of breath. His limbs limp from spasms. For a second he thought he might have fainted. He was obviously way over his head in this aspect, having no idea what happened down below, only that he suspected it felt nearly as orgasmic as killing someone.
Crystal finally came out of the bubbles again as she gave Logan a love filled smile, licking her lips a little bit.
Crystal: Yummy.
Without even giving Logan a second to think about what was happening, Crystal climbed out of the bath and went and brushed her teeth, making sure to use mouthwash as well. She eventually returned, still naked and bent down kissing Logan on his lips. He still had the bubbles around his mouth and looked so cute.
Crystal: Don’t worry, babe, I just knew you wouldn't want to kiss me if I didn't go sort myself out. You don't taste bad at all.
Crystal winked at Logan as she grabbed a towel drying herself off a bit.
Crystal: So, how about we go meet your mother?
He could barely move. He had more energy in him after his match with Kitty and the huge amounts of blood he lost than he did now. He felt defeated. Embarrassed. Ashamed of himself for letting her conquer his spirits. He’d never let her near him like that ever again. He tried to stand but his legs didn’t work.
Logan: What did you do to my legs, demon woman?
Crystal burst out laughing as she stepped forward helping her man out of the bath.
Crystal: Logan, have you ever actually been with a woman before?
He thought about lying, but something changed. Not only had she slurped the soul out of him but his honesty as well.
Logan: Well.. no. I’ve never been curious about it.
He wanted to curl up under a bed for a week until he felt normal again. He tried to think of a way to cut her open to return his precious fluids she stole back to him.
Crystal: Hmm.
Crystal ran her hand down his face and kissed him on his cheek giving him a sly look.
Crystal: That's so cute. Don't worry, sugar, you won't be inexperienced for long now your Crystal is here with you.
He shivered in terror.
Logan: You want to do THAT again?
She was crazier than he suspected. Crystal nodded her head as she got dressed again, very very slowly, making her to let Logan watch.
Crystal: Well, that and lots and lots of other things too.
Crystal was now fully dressed and she stood on one hip looking at Logan who was still naked.
Crystal: Get dressed. I really want to meet your mother. I really hope she likes me. Do you think she will?
He didn’t know if he should let this monster meet his mother. in all his life he never truly felt this type of fear, and it shook him to his core. Nothing was funny about this. Not at all.
Logan: Can you t-t-urn around please?
He felt vulnerable and exposed before her like this now. He needed clothes. Lots of clothes. Crystal raised an eyebrow and giggled a bit as she looked at her man.
Crystal: Logan, really? You're going to be shy now? It's a bit late for that, isn't it? Here, let me help you.
Crystal quickly collected all of his clothes and held them in her arms in a neat pile. She sat them on a nearby cabinet and nodded her head innocently.
Logan: I can do it myself!
He held his hands over his crotch, hoping she wouldn’t catch another glimpse and get any more ridiculous ideas. Crystal sat down on the chair which was in the bathroom, crossing her legs and running her hands through her wet hair a bit.
Crystal: I don't suppose your mom has a hair dryer does she? Hmm, I should probably fetch all of my belongings over here. Makeup too.
That was it. He should have never let her break him like this, within a week his sheets would be pink. The world spun beneath his feet, he stumbled over to the sink to catch his footing, and then collapsed onto the floor losing consciousness. That wicked bitch.