Velvet Agony in the Green Cathedral (Patreon)

The forest whispered secrets as Elena moved through the dappled light, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her white embroidered bikini top strained against the full, heavy curves of her breasts, the thin fabric clinging to her hardening nipples in the cool air. Black leggings hugged her toned thighs and the swell of her ass like a second skin. She held the pistol loosely, lips parted in anticipation.The first shot came without warning.The bullet slammed into her upper belly, just above the navel. A wet thud of impact made her abs clench violently. Elena gasped sharply, her mouth forming a perfect “O” as white-hot pain bloomed deep inside her. Her hand flew to the wound, fingers pressing into the slick, bleeding hole. Blood pulsed warmly over her palm and trickled down the smooth, taut plane of her stomach in thick, glistening rivulets. The erotic burn spread through her core, making her hips twitch involuntarily.She staggered, breasts heaving with each ragged breath, the bikini top now damp with sweat and the first traces of blood. Her thighs squeezed together as a dark, forbidden heat mixed with the agony between her legs.Then came the second shot.The bullet tore into the inner side of her big left breast, slicing through soft, yielding flesh and straight into her heart. The impact jolted her entire body. Elena cried out — a throaty, sensual moan of shock and ecstasy-pain that echoed through the trees. Her back arched dramatically, thrusting her chest forward as if offering her bleeding tits to her unseen killer. The heavy globe of her left breast quivered, blood pouring from the intimate wound nestled against the inner curve, soaking the delicate white fabric until it turned translucent and clung obscenely to her erect nipple.“Oh… fuck…” she whimpered, voice husky and trembling with lustful suffering.She collapsed against the thick moss-covered log, sliding down slowly, deliberately, letting every inch of her writhing body drag against the rough bark. Her long brown hair spilled wildly over her shoulders and across her sweat-slicked cleavage. Legs splayed open, she lay half-reclined, back arched, hips rolling in weak, instinctive thrusts as death began its slow, seductive invasion.The heart wound throbbed in time with her fading pulse. Every frantic beat sent fresh gushes of hot blood spilling from between her breasts and down her quivering belly, mixing with the steady flow from her upper abdominal wound. Her toned midriff flexed and spasmed erotically, the two bleeding holes glistening under the filtered sunlight. She could feel her heart struggling, fluttering around the invading metal, each erratic throb sending jolts of dark pleasure radiating through her chest and deep into her core.Elena’s free hand slid up her body in a final, sensual caress. Fingers traced the curve of her blood-smeared left breast, circling the leaking wound before squeezing the soft, heavy flesh. A broken moan escaped her as she pinched her own nipple, mixing agony with raw, dying arousal. Her hips bucked harder, thighs trembling, the crotch of her tight leggings growing visibly damp.Her eyes rolled back, lips parted wide in a silent, orgasmic scream. Blood bubbled at the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin onto her heaving chest. The convulsions grew stronger — beautiful, violent arches that made her breasts bounce and her wounded belly tighten seductively with every failing heartbeat.She was cumming even as she died.A final, shattering spasm ripped through her. Her entire body tensed like a bow, back lifted completely off the moss, breasts thrust upward, mouth frozen in a wide, erotic cry of ultimate release. Hot blood surged from both wounds in rhythmic pulses — upper belly and the fatal tear through her heart via her breast. Her eyes widened one last time in pure, blissful agony… then slowly glazed over.With a long, shuddering sigh, Elena’s body finally surrendered. Her hips gave one last lazy, dying roll. Her chest rose once… twice… then stilled forever, the two glistening wounds still slowly leaking crimson across her pale, perfect skin.She lay there — beautiful, broken, and eternally sensual — a perfect sacrifice to the forest and her own exquisite death.