the_Unborn sinks into the warm flesh of Spare_Ass_Annie.
the_Unborn begins to carve idley at Spare_Ass_Annie.
the_Unborn sighs deeply.

GashGirl straddles Spare_Ass_Annie's face, the juices mingling.

the_Unborn intones, "...the dead *do* become a bore... one must do all of the work for them..."

GashGirl places a saw on the tattooed black band on her upper thigh. The steel is cold and merciless. Shivering in anticipation she pierces her skin.

A cold draft blows in your face from God knows where.

the_Unborn leans forward to get a better view... he nods in encouragement...

GashGirl's blood drips . . . .

the_Unborn catches a drop of blood on the back of his hand... he brings the blood to his nose, sniffing appraisingly... he seems a true connoisseur.

GashGirl licks the blood from the back of the Unborn's white hand.

the_Unborn smiles and nods "...*very* nice...

GashGirl offers the fine wound in her upper thigh (so soft) to the_Unborn.

Seeing so fine a blood oozing delightfully, the_Unborn stares hungrily.
the_Unborn intones, "...a shame to let such as this go to waste..."
the_Unborn bends closer to the ragged wound... the pain increases wonderfully as he laps hungrily at the warm liquid...

GashGirl feels an exquisite sensation. She makes a small incision above the_Unborn's left nipple (so hard).

the_Unborn runs a finger expertly over the bared bone of your leg...

GashGirl moans, shuddering with unspeakable pleasure.

the_Unborn whispers, "...the blood is the life, the flesh is the vessel..."

GashGirl places her full lips (so pink) tightly around his small wound... and thinks ecstatically of sutures.

GashGirl says, "...the spirit is eternal..."

the_Unborn murmurs, " ...the blood mingles, becoming one thing..."
the_Unborn intones, "...we are honoured to carry the liquid, to share in the becoming..."

GashGirl sucks gently, relishing the nourishing nectar.

the_Unborn is, by now, reddened and glistening over his face and arms... he does wear it well...

GashGirl . . . in a frenzy . . . grabs the saw and severs her entire leg (so useless) in three swift strokes . . .

the_Unborn, caught up in the frenzy of the moment, bathes in arterial spray...unbridled delight shows in his blazing eyes...

GashGirl says, "I'd like to offer you a memento . . . take this shapely leg and slender foot. Do with it as you will . . . whenever you desire."

the_Unborn nods solemnly.
the_Unborn, moving close, reaches to his own face...
the_Unborn plucks forth his own eye in a fluid motion, the squelch of removal and the tiny sound of the nerve breaking sends shivers of wonder through you...
the_Unborn intones, "...take this... so that I may always see what you see..."
the_Unborn winks at you with an obscenely gaping socket...
the_Unborn offers his wrist...

Probing that tantalising offering (irresistable) with her sharpened teeth she bites hard.

the_Unborn closes his eye and smiles... the raw remains of his other regards you intently...
the_Unborn tucks your dismembered limb into his jacket, carefully, as if it were as delicate as a butterfly....

GashGirl strokes the back of the_Unborn's hand with a specially sharpened claw. She retracts her razor teeth ...
GashGirl says, "I must go."

the_Unborn intones, "...alas ...these things must be..."
the_Unborn bows elegantly.
the_Unborn intones, "may you dream of horror unbound, all that may delight your soul..."
the_Unborn winks, "and... may we meat again..."