Page 39 of Angels Fall

Because nothing about what we just did was beautiful.

TYLER

As I look down to watch the vibrant red of her little devil negligee get painted with streaks of my cream-colored come, I notice the blood winding its way down my chest, along the ridges and valleys of my scarred flesh, and I feel nothing. No pain, I mean.

Unsurprising. I’ve never really had to endure physical pain. Which would probably sound weird to someone if they heard me say that, especially if they knew I’d been stabbed and set on fire and blown up and all that crap. But I just don’t really feel pain. Not like other people do, anyway. And that’s not something I’m, like, y’know, proud of, or think makes me cool or tough or anything. It’s just true.

My threshold for corporal suffering has always been incredibly high. Ever since I was a kid. Used to drive my dad crazy when he’d smack me around and I’d just smile at him. One time, after I said, “Aw, Pops, is that the best you can do?” he went ape shit and damn near took my head off. It fucked me up, definitely, but I never really hurt from it. Not sure why. Maybe my nerves are wired differently than other people’s.

I dunno.

Point is, I realize that this is a good start, but if Maddie’s going to get satisfaction in the form of punishing me for my sins, we’re gonna have to work a lot harder.

Speaking of Maddie…

“What the fuck?” she yells at me.

“What?” I ask back as the last bits of come stream from my cock onto the flowy fabric she’s wearing.

“Why did you just fucking do that to my costume?”

“Wha—? I—What do you mean?”

“You coulda come fucking anywhere, dude, why there?”

“I dunno. Just… Fuck. I dunno.”

My erection now does a double-time retreat and I shove my softening and still leaking dick back inside my pants.

She slides off the trunk of the car, pulling the come-covered material off, over her head, careful not to let it touch her hair. Suddenly, I feel like a fucking twat, so I look around for my t-shirt, grab it up and put it back on.

She zips up the crotch of her panties and is now standing in front of me in the morning sunshine wearing nothing but a red bra, red panties, red stockings with a fucking devil tail hanging off the back, and two little horns on her head.

And my dick catches a second wind.

She throws her little dress in my face, which I assume she intends as an act of further punishment, but when I smell her and me mixed up together like that, all it does is make me hotter.

“You coulda come over there”—she points—“or there”—she points somewhere else—“shit, you coulda just fucking come inside me, but—”

“Really?” I ask, a bit surprised at that sentence.

“Yeah, whatever. You know I’m on the pill. You saw that shit when you went rummaging through my bathroom. Jesus. But you had to fuck up my costume. And now I gotta go buy another one. Christ.”

She open-hand smacks me against the chest, and when she pulls her hand away, she looks taken aback. I glance down to see that my white t-shirt is weeping with blood from where she dug into me.

And for a moment, I mean like maybe the tiniest parcel of time, I see something in her eyes that looks like… forgiveness. Which makes no sense and maybe I imagined it, but I could swear it was there.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I say. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“No. No goddamn way. I’m not taking your money.”

“Yeah, OK, but speaking of,” I begin as she grabs up her shit from the ground, her unbelievable ass bent to the sky, begging me to shove my tongue inside it. I try to shake off the distraction, because what I want to say feels important. “Uh, yeah, so speaking of money…what’s the deal? How much do you owe those fuckholes?”

She continues scooping up her shit. “Nothing. I don’t. Whatever. Don’t worry ’bout it.”

I’m gonna worry about it. There’s no way I’m not gonna worry about it. Because if it’s just money she owes these shitlickers, then I’ll take care of it for her. Whatever it is. That’s the easiest thing in the world. Well, when you have it, I guess. But I do, so fuck it.

“Maddie, please, just… fuckin’… let me help you! Shit! Even if you still hate me or whatever, that’s no goddamn reason not to let me give you a hand.”