Coitus Interruptus

(Fiction)

She laid back and opened herself to him, trusting as she always did that He would not hurt her, knowing that This Time Would Be Different. She sighed as he began to enter her, then screamed as the scales began to slice her apart.

He laughed as she bucked and writhed underneath him, brushing away her attempts to push him off, thrusting harder with each of her fire alarm shrieks. Her blood made it easier, her tension made her tighter, and his penis shot her, bathing her cervix in larvae. As his orgasm ebbed, he looked down, hoping to see her tears, intending to drop her over an embankment on his way out of town.

But This Time Was Different. Instead, she looked serenely up at him with calm, dry eyes. Confused, off balance, he began to pull out of her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him back to her as her sharp cunt teeth closed around his penis, the barbs on their razor blade tips digging into and trapping him. He beat at her, bloodying her nose, blacking an eye, trying to make her let go. She studied her fingernails, waited for him to tire out. He continued to struggle, getting weaker, caught, and died.

It was tough at first, dragging his body around between her legs, but it got easier as he dried out and shriveled up, and eventually she could hide most of him in her pants as she went about her life with hardly a tell tale bulge to give her away.