WARNING: The following story is fetish smut, made for perverts who enjoy natural body magic/detachment/disassembling people non-lethally. If you are not a member of that community, I strongly advise that you turn back now. Things will get freaky.
SECOND WARNING: As a Halloween story, this piece contains macabre elements and dark subject matter such as murder and self harm. While these elements are primarily used for comedy and dark humor, those uncomfortable with such subject matters are strongly advised against reading this.
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As with most nights in recent memory, Ms Cori Tso was spending Halloween alone. By 9:30pm her candy supply ran dry, by 10:15pm the last disappointed trick-or-treater left her porch empty handed, and her slasher marathon went uninterrupted until 11:45pm.
She never heard the jimmying of her back door’s lock. His light footsteps were masked by scream queens and blaring orchestral stings. Eyes glued to the screen, she never saw the flicker of a figure blotting out the kitchen lights. Even as his shadow draped over her shoulders, ax slowly rising, she remained in blissful ignorance. It wasn’t until the actress dropped her match into a convenient puddle and plunged the screen into darkness that Cori saw his reflection in the glass. She blinked uncomprehendingly, squinting at the ghostly image behind hers.
She gasped in realization and turned, just as he brought down the ax.
The heavy blade sailed through her neck and tore her head off with preposterous ease, looking like a cheaper effect than anything in her schlock movie. Only the weighty smack of Cori’s head slamming into the hardwood and rolling across the room and the booming crash of the ax embedding into the wall behind the killer authenticated the swing. The movie continued, the slain actress staring unblinkingly at her slain audience.
“Fukin ‘ell, that hurt!”
The killer’s attention snapped to the screen, which showed a wide shot of a dilapidated farm. Two young black men written by aging white men spoke softly as they entered frame. But the voice had been female, Midlands English, and loud.
“What’s all this? o’re you?!” Asked the annoyed English woman.
The psychopath screamed like a slain slut as his decapitated victim stood up and turned around, arms crossed crossly. He turned to the severed head of Ms Cori Tso, its sideways face alive and scowling.
“Bloody hell?!” He asked, his young voice squeaky and unintimidating.
“You taking the piss?!” Cori retorted. “You sneak into my ‘ouse looking like a junkie scarecrow, spook me half to death, chop me bloody head off, and you’re askin’ me bloody hell? No, bloody hell to you!” She paused, a flash of realization in her almond colored eyes “Hang on… Andy?!”
“No, I…” He started, then groaned. Even if she hadn’t recognized his voice, his spindly 6’6” frame was quite distinctive. He tore his mask off, made an annoyed grimace, and said “Yeah, it’s me. Sorry about the assassination. ‘S nothing personal, I’m just mental. So now that’s out of the way, mind explaining all this?”
Ms Tso raised a disbelieving eyebrow “Nothing personal? You bust in and un-bonce your neighbor for nothing personal?”
“UGH!” Andy groaned, throwing his head back and slapping his forehead. “I told you, I’m fucking mental! Long as I can recall, I’ve had this insatiable urge to hack people to pieces! Pieces, pieces, fucking pieces, fuck the fucking pieces pieces, all day all night, just fucking pieces! My brain won’t shut up about fucking pieces! But here’s the pisser, I don’t want to hurt anybody! I like people, some of my best mates are people! That’s the fucking conundrum’s been going for twenty years now. In my fantasies people don’t get hurt, hell they cheer me on as I hack ‘em up! But that don’t happen in the real world do it? They bleed and die screaming! Or apparently not! Apparently they just tell you to fuck off! Now, care to explain?” Andy asked, jabbing Ms Tso’s halved neck with two fingertips. Said stump was bloodless, terminating in baby smooth skin with rounded edges like her head and body had never been one.
Her body slapped his hand away and stepped back, nearly toppling over the coffee table behind her. “I’m a witch.” Ms Tso said.
“A witch?” Andy repeated with unreasonable suspicion.
“Nah, just pulling your leg! YES, A WITCH!” Ms Tso replied with an eye roll as she walked towards her head, unsteady on her feet in third person with no feedback from her inner ear. “Dad’s a warlock, nan was a witch, great granny’s another witch, so on and so forth up me dad’s family tree.” She poked herself in the eye and swore trying to pick herself up, but rather than put her head back on as Andy expected, she simply held it at stomach level and continued “So, what happens now? Can’t really let you loose with a slapped wrist to go chopping up muggle ladies, can I?”
Andy shrugged. “Turn me into a newt, I guess.”
“A newt?!” Ms Tso asked. “Is that another psycho fetish? Gonna ask me to put you between me tits and smoosh you?”
“No!” Andy defensively shouted, looking right at her bust just barely contained by her frumpy nightgown. While that honestly hadn’t been on his mind, now that she mentioned it… no, no! “And I’m mental, not a psycho! Psychos don’t feel bad about what they’re doing, trust me I’m bloody mortified.”
“The get up is not helping your case.” Ms Tso dlatly replied. “For a non-psycho, you put a lot of work into looking psycho.”
“Fucking Halloween, innit?!” Andy countered, scanning his outfit. Junkie scarecrow had been a fair description; old work boots smeared with real dried mud and fake dried blood, ratty jeans shoddily patched, a baggy maroon flannel meant for a fatter and shorter man than Andy, leather gardening gloves, and a mask fashioned from a pillow case and a pair of tinted swimming goggles sewn into the case so the eye holes wouldn’t shift. At the last minute he’d painted large circles of rusty red around the eyes and a crude smile uncannily low on the face, after realizing how close he’d come to accidentally making a klan hood. “I’d stand out more if I weren’t in costume, yeah? Someone catches this in the corner of their eye they think I’m high in holiday spirit, up to nothing more naughty than tricks.”
“Right.” Ms Tso skeptically replied. “Circling back to what we do now?”
Andy raised and dropped his hands with a heavy sigh. “Dunno. Disintegration, melting my brain, grabbing a kitchen knife and just stabbin’ me ‘til sunrise. Self defense me however you like, I won’t call foul.”
Ms Tso recoiled, horrified. “What?! Look, you may be a psycho killer, but that’s not my bag! I’m not killing you!”
“Fair. Then may I borrow an outlet?” Andy asked, producing a full sounding bottle of pills and two metal forks twisted and taped together so they would slot perfectly into a UK outlet.
Cori’s body shifted uncomfortably. “You… God, you were planning to… after…?”
“Well I’m not exactly keen on prison.” Andy replied, “And I wanted to ensure this was a one time thing; no sequels, no spree, nothing. I was just gonna do my business, leave a note saying I’ve always been fucked and it weren’t me parents or anybody else’s fault I turned out this way, and then off myself so I’d never hurt no one again.”
A long silence hung in the air as Cori stared dumbstruck as her young neighbor spilled his proverbial guts in place of her real ones. While she was pretty sure she already knew the answer, she still asked “So, this ‘business’… you’re talking about sex? With my chopped up bits? Fuck fucking pieces pieces?”
Andy’s freckled cheeks glowed in the dim living room. “Uh, I mean, yeah. Sorry, again. Mental. I know that’s all sorts of fucked, you being my neighbor and all, but… well, no, being my neighbor don’t change the fuckedness, it would’ve been as fucked were you anyone else. Stupid. Sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll go use one of me own outlets. Sorry to disturb you, have a good evening.”
Andy pivoted on the heavy heels of his boots, about to stride briskly back home with his ax still in Ms Tso’s wall and his lockpicks still in her back door, when suddenly he felt a small hand around his narrow wrist. Turning, Andy saw Cori’s head tucked into the crook of one arm, lit up with a mirthful smirk. “Andy, I don’t think it was just dumb luck that brought you here, to the only lady in twenty kilometers who could shrug off an ax.”
“You live alone. Plus....” he stopped before further embarrassing himself with a confession of how hot he’d always thought his neighbor was. Even in the latter half of her forties, wearing minimal make up and an old nightie, and carrying a little more than a stone more fat than her physician advised, she was still gorgeous as ever. Andy was a few years younger than her daughter, but it was always the older Tso he fancied. “You’re close. Target of opportunity and all.”
“No no no.” She said, shaking her head. “See, we magically blessed don’t believe much in luck. We’ve seen the forces that twist fate into shape, we hear the whispers of spirits in the wind, we perceive the beings beyond comprehension and how they orchestrate even the most inane occurrences to forward their ends. These machinations brought you here of all places, to me of all people, and these same cosmic forces guide us now!” She said, her medium brown eyes briefly flashing with gold, glowing energy, as if she were looking into the world of spirits and sorcery even now.
“Uh, so… what?” Andy asked.
The gold in Cori’s eyes flickered out. “Oh for the love- shagging! You daft shit! You and me, shagging! I’m in!”
“You what?!” Andy asked, recoiling.
“You were perfectly happy to do me dead! Now that I’m askin’ fer it you’ve cold cocking feet?” Cori demanded, her lowered eyes level with Andy’s tented jeans.
“I- no you- I just… WHAT?!” Andy demanded, covering himself.
Cori looked away and tutted. “Look, let me spell it out. I’m not exactly spring chicken. I’m a greasy old duck. My husband’s been dead a decade, my daughter never calls, all my dates go to shit when I bring up the witch thing, and even if I manage to reel a live one all the way to the bedroom they’re all terrified my magic will rot their knob off. It’s all just a minute of missionary, a morning tug job, and no second date. Years of this, of feeling like the world is just done with me, when out of the blue a big strong man bursts in with a passion and a kink my magic is perfectly suited for? Like I said, the cosmic forces have brought us together, and they want shagging.”
Andy cracked a smile, averting eye contact. “Well, maybe big, but strong?” He lifted one of the slender limbs hanging from his high, broad shoulders, flexing it to show off how little muscle there was.
”Strong enough to bust up my wall.” Cori said, motioning at the ax still buried in it. “Speaking of which, you do owe me for that. So why don’t you get to repaying?”
Andy’s smile widened, confidence surging as his neighbor’s insanity began dwarfing his own. “Uh, alright. So, uh, what’d you like to do first?”
“Me, preferably!” Cori joked, posing with her hips cocked and her bust hanging so far forward it threatened to spill out of her loose nightgown and tight bra. “Really though, whatever strikes your fancy. Oh, except hair pulling, hate that. And also, nothing goes in me bum. I feel so much as a pinkie back there I’m newting you on the spot.”
“Got it.” Andy replied, dropping his mask and ripping his ax out of the wall in a cloud of paint and plaster. The damage didn’t exactly look cheap. Andy turned his attention to Cori and eyed up his victim. Not a tall woman to begin with, Cori’s headless body was around two feet shorter than the towering Andy and the baggy nightgown hanging down to her shins made her seem smaller still. That said, small certainly wasn’t petite; wide hips, plump thighs, a bit of flab around the belly, and breasts that were holding up surprisingly well even if her bra was struggling to hold them up nowadays.
“Could you take off your gown? Gonna make some cuts and I don’t want to ruin your outfit.” Andy asked.
“This old rag?” Cori asked, pinching an aged sleeve in disbelief. “If you insist.”
Without warning, Cori held her head out and let it go before Andy knew what was happening. He came perilously close to cutting his muggle toes off, dropping his ax in a panic and catching her inches from the ground. “Good reflexes, you’re quite the gentleman!” She joked, her blushing cheeks warming his palms. “How about a reward?”
Cori swayed her wide hips, hand slowly tracing up her thighs to her waist where a black cotton belt held her gown closed. Two fingers and a thumb grabbed each end of the loose bow the belt had been tied into, and pulled away from one another until the knot was undone. Releasing the loose ends, Cori hooked her thumbs under the belt and pushed the cloth away, unwinding it and allowing her gown to fall open, revealing a window of flesh and tasteful black undergarments. Leaning her empty shoulders back, her arms limply trailing down, Cori shook side to side until the gown slid off her body and landed in a heap at her black socked feet. Her body straightened itself up, placing a hand on its hip and letting Andy catch an eyeful before it continued.
“You know, if you won’t turn me around to see the show, you could at least give me something to do.” Cori’s head said, reminding Andy of the weight in his hands and the fact his neighbor had just been staring up at his stupid face this entire time. Despite the teasing, she really didn’t seem to mind, enjoying the young man’s sincere admiration. Cori puckered her lips and closed her eyes, signaling Andy to kiss her.
Andy brought her head close enough to see the cute crow’s feet beneath Cori’s foundation, and hesitated. He tilted her head to the left, inched her forward, stopped, backed her up, tilted her right a smidge, but that didn’t look right either so he pulled her back again. “Uh…”
Cori peeked with one eye, confused. “Go on then!”
“Right.” He touched their lips together and pulled her away to study her reaction.
It was befuddlement. “That it? Not a kisser, are you?”
“Uh…” Andy said, not sure how he should phrase his response.
That syllable explained everything. “Oh, you’ve never kissed, have you? You a virgin?”
Andy made an embarrassed grunt in the back of his throat. “Y-yeah. Sorry. I-uh, I never… haven’t even been on a date before, really. The girls at uni aren’t exactly swooning for a man made of matchsticks and string.”
Cori giggled, and for a terrible moment Andy thought she was laughing at rather than with him. “An old duck and a scarecrow. What a pair, huh? Alright, pucker up and we’ll play a little Simon says.”
Andy complied, pursing his lips and bringing Ms Tso to them. The older woman parted her partner’s lips and performed a simple pattern for Andy to repeat. He was stiff, awkward, and she could feel his fingers trembling nervously, but he followed her rhythm and pattern precisely. Part lips, contract lips, slip tongue out, tease, twist, retreat, repeat. She went through the same cycle half a dozen times, and when she didn’t repeat it Andy reflexively started on his own. Part lips, contract lips, slip tongue out, tease, twist, retreat. He realized she’d handed him the reins, and clutching her head more tightly he repeated, cheeks and eyes smiling while his mouth occupied itself, this time experimenting with a second tease as she tried to twist. Their tongues tangled, the older woman letting out a surprised and slightly exaggerated moan to encourage him. Andy lost track of how long he’d locked lips with Ms Tso, but by the end of it he’d graduated from kissing virgin to… beginner. He wasn’t some sexual prodigy, mastering the intimate arts in minutes, but his earnestness and growing vigor was all Cori could ask for. Sexually starved, with only men who didn’t give a shit or thought they were studs with nothing more to learn, getting a guy who was trying his best and sought improvement was driving her wild. And, in her wild state, she was getting wild ideas.
Andy nearly choked on his own tongue as a small set of feminine fingers went about unbuckling his belt. Breaking the kiss and holding Cori’s head at arm’s length, Andy looked down to see her body on its knees, stripped down to nothing but her black socks, parting his belt and undoing his jeans. He hadn’t even noticed her continued stripping, but the sight of her bare body did half the undressing for her as his cock nearly jumped out of his boxers. While Cori was a bit annoyed getting pulled out of a good kiss, this angle did let her see what she was dealing with. Three things surprised her.
First, Andy had shaved thoroughly for tonight. Second, he was uncircumcised despite his Jewish mother. Third, it was not proportional. It was a bit hard to tell at this angle, with the fact that it curved up and left a bit, and the because she hadn’t bothered to grab a ruler in the midst of all this, but she’d guess Andy was about six inches. Slightly above average, bigger than many she’d seen, but on his tall body it looked a bit small.
“Tall in more ways than one, I see!” She said, winking playfully as Andy bashfully chuckled. Proportional or not, it was still plenty enough to get the job done. Speaking of jobs, Cori was about to invent a new one. Ducking slightly and leaning in, Cori brought her neck stump up to the underside of Andy’s shaft and rocked her shoulders back and forth. Both of them shuddered at the strange sensations of magic flesh. Andy was amazed by how smooth and warm it was, how easily he slid across it. Cori felt nerves she’d never known and muscles she’d never consciously stimulated. It was a pleasure only magic could provide, more intoxicating than wine. Soon, Cori’s hands were between her legs, while her head was brought to Andy’s lips and passionately kissed without rhythm, only instinct. A tinge of self consciousness whispered in the back of her mind; she wished she’d could’ve applied some flavored lipstick to mask her aging flesh. He didn’t seem to mind, kissing her all the same as she rubbed and grinded.
Andy not only didn’t mind the taste, he loved it. The musky, mature flavor reminded him just how long he’d been fantasizing about this woman. Years of silent lust and sneaked peaks at pool parties were finally being realized, in his first and hopefully no longer last sexual encounter. Plus, he could taste some butter from her popcorn, which was nice.
Andy made a noise somewhere between a grunt, a moan, and a blurt as out of nowhere he shuddered, squeezed Cori’s cheeks, and came, throwing sticky white ropes onto the hardwood floor, then down her arched back, and finally sputtering across her neck stump as she pulled her body back and slid his shaft off of her. “Fuck!” He groaned. “Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t, uh, not… fuck! Sorry!”
Cori laughed, again giving the attempted murderer a mini anxiety attack as he wondered if he was the butt of a joke. “Andy, relax! It’s no biggie! It’s your first time, it’s okay to be excited! I’d certainly bloody hope you’re excited!” She glanced down. “And it looks like you’ve still got some excitement to spare.”
Indeed, while Andy had blown his load prematurely, it hadn’t left him fully deflated. He stood at half mast, and with some encouragement and a little recuperation, the young man could go a proper round. “Uh, it’ll be a bit before I’m ready again.”
“I think I can come up with ways to kill a few minutes.” Cori said, winking. “For a start, turn me around.”
Andy obliged, awkwardly twisting Cori and finding it difficult not to pull her short bob of black hair in the process. Now facing herself, head held close to Andy’s stomach, she stood her body up, letting Andy’s half stiffie slide down and flick off her buxom, then stepped back and bowed her neck stump to her mouth. Cori began licking her stump clean, making sure to moan as loudly and appreciatively as possible to encourage Andy’s recovery. While Cori never enjoyed the taste, the satisfaction it represented had her eagerly lapping it up. Grinding her stump against her tongue until it was clean, shivering as the flesh covering her spine was teased and flicked, Cori turned and licked up the streaks down her back, sticking her butt out to tease Andy further as she licked all the way down to the small of her back. However, even standing on her tippy toes, the height difference mean she couldn’t quite reach all of it.
“Uh Andy? Mind getting me a little lower?” Cori asked, bending forward to show the streak running down her cute if slightly wrinkled right butt cheek. Andy obliged, leaning down so Ms Tso’s head could reach the last of his mess. While cleaning, Andy noticed her take a few exaggerated nibbles on her butt, giggling and growling as she did. “Not to kiss my own ass, but boy do I have an ass worth kissing!”
“Uh.” Andy agreed, unable to articulate a more elaborate thought.
Stepping away and turning with an peppy spring in her step to get her flesh bouncing, Ms Tso asked “So, you said you had some other cuts in mind?”
“Oh, yeah. To tell you the truth, I only decapitated you so you wouldn’t suffer. Again, sorry I tried to kill you.” He said, cringing. “What I really wanted to cut were… well, you ever heard of a ‘nugget’ before?”
“No.” Cori answered. “But surprises are fun, innit? Nugget away!”
“Right. Uh, lay down.” Andy said, realizing that having her body alive and mobile didn’t have any impact on the logistics of cutting it. That said, her living meant he had to care about her property. “This may mess up your floor. If you send me an invoice for that along with the wall, I can venmo you for the repairs. I’d saved up some cash for me funeral expenses so mum and dad weren’t stiffed.”
“What’s venmon?” Ms Tso asked, laying flat on her stomach and on instincting bringing her hand up to rest her head on them. When they passed through empty air, she just folded them over the space where her head would’ve been. “Anyway, I’ll just fix it with magic when I can be arsed, don’t worry about it.”
“Actually, could you get on your back?” Andy asked, setting Ms Tso’s head off to the side so she could see what he was doing. He lifted his ax and stopped. “Wait, you can magic the floor but I have to repay you for the wall?”
“It’s called foreplay, love! I were never gonna charge you. What, they don’t do talking in your pornos?” She asked, rolling herself over with a grunt of discomfort. Her hips would certainly be bitching about all this bending and twisting come tomorrow morning.
“Sounds like they do too much talking in yours.” Andy said, getting a deep belly laugh out of Ms Tso as her body heaved and slapped the floor. “Spread eagle, if you’d please?”
Cori obliged and stilled herself, giving Andy a clear shot at any and all targets. He heaved the ax up and brought it down in a wicked arc, the blade once more cleaving through her with no resistance. Ms Tso’s magic didn’t change the consistency or toughness of her flesh or bones, so either Andy was much stronger than his stick figure build would imply or he had tuned this ax to an obsessive degree. Either way, she felt her right arm twitch freely from her body, right at the shoulder. Andy yanked the ax from the floor and brought it back up in the same motion, taking only a second to aim before sending it down again. Cori assumed his aim was true, as he took off her left arm within a centimetre of where he’d removed the right. He’d obviously practiced, which made sense if this was the last thing he planned on doing in his life. Cori was about to crack a joke about needing a hand, when Andy stepped to her side and swung again, severing her thick right leg high up the thigh, and without even taking a step he shifted his hand further down the haft of his ax for added reach and swung a fourth and final time, taking off the left leg flush with the right.
Cori blinked in astonishment. In no more than twenty seconds, Andy had taken off all four limbs in the same number of strikes. He looked was panting, strolling clockwise around her torso and roughly kicking her limbs aside until her body was left alone in the middle of the room. He circled her like a predator closing in on its prey, and looking into his eyes Cori could clearly see the spark of madness, that palpable urge he had fought for twenty years and released in 20 seconds of catharsis. In spite of her immortality, seeing the voracious passion that consumed him sent a tingle of fear down her spine. Her eyes traveled from his blackened eyes to a wicked smile splitting his face, to shoulders trembling with delight, to hands shaking with satisfaction, and to a cock fully erect and aching to go. Was this really a good idea? Could one woman satisfy this hunger for pieces pieces pieces?
“Hey, Andy?” Cori asked, hoping to see boy across the street return.
Andy blinked, and to her relief the dark spark was wiped away. “Uh, sorry. Was that too intense? Sorry, should’ve double checkes if you were still cool after the first cut.”
“No no, I said go crazy. Uh, no pun intended.” Cori said. Wiggling her limbless torso, she asked “So, am I sufficiently nuggety?”
“Yeah, basically.” Andy nodded, setting his ax aside and heaving Cori’s torso up with a strained grunt. “S’ also called ‘fucknugget’ by the degenerates online, but that’s a bit crass so I don’t call it that.” He explained, waddling over to the couch and laying the torso down on its end, butt propped up on an arm wrest and bushy fanny roughly at waist level if Andy hunched.
“I don’t mean to nag, but I feel like this weren’t all necessary. Aren’t there ladies out there with no arms and legs to start with?” Cori asked, even as Andy stepped over her scattered limbs and picked up her head.
“Yeah, they got escorts catering to this sort of thing.” Andy admitted. “But the more I looked into it, the less comfortable I felt. Lot of these women are getting taken advantage of, get managed by pimps who don’t care for ‘em and abuse em, or even traffic the ladies and chop ‘em up just to cater to sick fucks like myself. Didn’t sit right with me, couldn’t know if she was really consenting or not.” He explained, setting Cori’s head down on the coffee table giving her a full view of her limbless torso and everything that would be done to it.
“And you felt killing was a morally superior alternative?” She asked.
Andy hesitated, then nodded. “If it’d gone as planned, you’d’ve been dead before you knew what were going on. No different than a brain aneurism or a car accident. Less cruel, I’d say.” He paused, then joked “Besides, the cutting was half the fun.”
“You really are a psycho.” Cori said, her tone much lighter and than her words.
“Do I have your consent to go on?” Andy asked, waving a hand at her torso.
“Did you bring protection?” Cori asked.
“Did-” Andy started, the question somehow both perfectly reasonable and utterly ridiculous. He slapped his forehead. “I wasn’t gonna need protection fucking a corpse, now were I?! Fuck!”
Cori laughed. “Relax, I’m teasing! This duck had her last egg months ago, you’re safe as houses! Er, houses in general, not my house specifically, as I’ve learned.”
“You really are a psycho.” Andy replied, both of them laughing. “So, do I have your permission to-”
“Fuck me, yes!” Cori demanded, making Andy jump to attention.
Andy wasted some time figuring out the logistics of coitus, wishing not for the first time in his life that he were four inches shorter. No man had ever complained about being 6’2”, yet being 6’6” was as much a hassle as it was a boon. Awkwardness tried to soften him, but with Ms Tso’s encouragement and her beautiful, helpless, wet body patiently waiting for him Andy found it easy to keep his chin up along with other anatomy. Eventually, after taking off his thick boots (and the rest of his clothes while he was at it), edging his bare feet back a bit, leaning in with a slight bend in his knees, steadying himself with one arm on the back of her couch and one hand gripping her neck stump for leverage and maneuvering, he was able to find a position where he could actually fit in and sort of thrust. And, after getting his bell end lined up, he sort of thrust.
Andy had no idea what he was expecting, having experience only with a lotion caked hand and Cori’s stump, but this was nothing comparable to either. It was hotter, very literally, and much more ‘alive’. It was an active thing, with twitches and responses outside of his and even Cori’s control, things he never would’ve experienced if his plan had remained on the rails. As he continued to awkwardly thrust with knees already complaining, with Cori moaning from the coffee table and her limbs audibly thumping the ground and her torso writhing with approval and rubbing both ends against his fingers and pecker, he realized just how unsatisfying this would’ve been had his plan worked as intended. Whether it was luck or supernatural intervention, Andy was grateful beyond measure.
He wasn’t the only one. While Ms Tso had without question had more experienced, more coordinated, more knowledgeable men bed her (or, couch her. Or one time hammock her.), Andy’s sincerity and appreciation made the rest seem shit by comparison. The gangly boy was discovering things as he went, using her body as playground and canvas, and was blown away by even the most basic of her biological and theatrical responses. While she exaggerating her reactions, mostly to provide hints on what was and wasn’t working, she was genuinely having way more fun in bed/couch/one time a hammock than she’d ever had before.
And the magic was the gravy on top. While even as a severed head and a pile of limbs the witch could break Andy in half like a twig, the sensation of helplessness provided by her severed status provided made her feel even more like a toy that her partner had been dying to play with, more desirable than ever. The feeling of his fingers on her stump, squeezing and scraping the sensitive flesh with his chewed fingernails, was something she’d never felt but knew she needed to feel again and again going forward. Watching her body get ridden in third person, like a dirty movie she felt in real time, added another layer of voyeuristic pleasure she couldn’t replicate with a man unwilling to experiment with her magic. And for Andy’s part, watching the limbless, headless, helpless (as far as he knew) torso as excited and energetic as it had always looked in his twisted fantasies, was as close to a dream come true as anything he’d ever experienced.
There was a second climax, and halfway through it Ms Tso faked one of her own. Andy pushed her body down onto the couch proper and slumped down on top of it, sweaty and exhausted and more than quite pleased with himself. Kissing her stump, Andy turned to his new favorite pillow and simply said “You faked that. I can tell.”
Ms Tso flinched, caught off guard. He wasn’t as clueless as she’d thought. “Well, a bit, but it wasn’t your fault! You did amazing, best sex I’ve ever had, honest! Loved it, every bit of it. It’s just… it’s really hard for some ladies. Takes me ages with a toy, and I’ve only gotten one from real sex ever.”
Andy considered this. “Well, if you’d like, maybe I could give it another try? Maybe after dinner or something, night after tomorrow?” he looked at the clock, realizing it was well past midnight. “Er, night after today. Second of November?”
“Smooth as thumbtacks.” Cori chuckled. “I’ll consider it, but I’ve got a few conditions.”
“Name them.” Andy replied without hesitation.
“First, you’ve got to get some psych counseling. You’re not a bad kid, but you can’t just bottle up shit like this until it explodes. It’s not healthy. Show me proof you’ve scheduled a consultation or something, and I’ll let you know what nights I’m free.” She said, like a doting mother.
Andy sighed, knowing she was right and knowing he should’ve been going a long time ago. “Right. Second?”
“You’re only chopping up me from now on, and you’ll be using only tools I provide! I’m not waking up arse crack of dawn every morning magicing my walls and floor back to shape.” She said, her detached and unseen arms running their fingers along the deep gashes in the hardwood.
“Deal.” Andy said, smiling at the thought of future magical encounters and nestling up against his warm, thrumming, literal body pillow.