The Bride's Final Night (Patreon)

She was supposed to be the perfect bride.White lace clinging to every curve, the delicate scalloped edges of her bridal lingerie glowing softly in the low bedroom light. She had waited for him on the silk sheets, heart racing with anticipation, lips parted in a breathless smile as the door clicked open.But the man who entered wasn’t her groom.He moved like shadow — dark suit, cold eyes, the glint of steel in his hand. Before she could even scream, he was on her. The blade sank deep between her perfect breasts with a wet, obscene sound. Her eyes flew wide in shock, mouth stretching into a silent O of agony as hot blood spilled across the pristine white lace."Oh… God—" she gasped, but the sound twisted into a guttural cry as he twisted the knife.Her back arched violently off the bed, hips bucking, breasts heaving with every panicked breath. The blood flowed freely now, soaking the delicate fabric, running in thick crimson rivulets down her cleavage and ribs. She thrashed beneath him, long dark hair spilling across the pillows, mascara running as tears streamed from her wide, terrified eyes.Every gasp made the wound gape wider. Every desperate arch of her body pushed her blood-soaked tits higher, the ruined lace now transparent and clinging obscenely to her stiffening nipples.He pulled the blade free for a moment, only to drive it in again — slower this time, savoring the way her body jerked and spasmed around the steel. Her screams turned hoarse, broken, wet. Her legs kicked helplessly against the sheets as her strength began to fade.Still, even as death crept in, her body betrayed her with one last, shameful convulsion of pleasure-pain. Her back curved into a perfect, obscene arch, head thrown back, mouth frozen in a final, silent scream while fresh blood pulsed from the deep gash between her breasts.She collapsed onto the blood-stained sheets, chest still rising in shallow, dying breaths. Her once-beautiful face was now a mask of shock and fading ecstasy — eyes glassy, lips parted, tongue slightly visible as the last tremors ran through her toned body.The man in the dark suit stood over her, knife dripping, watching the light slowly leave her eyes.The bride was finally… his.