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Mierce. His savior. His light. His ray of sunshine in the dark, the only reason he hadn’t swallowed his gun and let the darkness finally engulf him.
She had filled a gaping hole that Elizabeth’s death left inside him. Her and Weecha.
And now she was gone too, and the darkness was starting to wrap it’s tentacles around him again. He could feel himself being pulled backwards into that black hole.
But he still has Weecha. His Weecha. Mierce might have been the protector of his soul, but Weecha was the protector of his body.
His body needed her tonight more than ever. He needed her to anchor him in the light. Her body pressed against his would act as a shield for the darkness.
And like the good body guard she was, she willingly gave herself up to him. Whatever he needed, she would give him. After all, it was her job to protect him, even from his own thoughts.
That night he buried his sorrows in Weecha.
He buried his lips in her neck. Kissing and biting at the flesh, desperate for something that he couldn’t quite place. He ran his tongue and lips over every inch of sweet flesh he could find. Her mouth engulfed her breasts, and suckled them until the flesh was peppered with red and purple marks. He sunk his teeth into the skin of her hip and then soothed the flesh with soft, slow stokes of his tongue. Each movement, a silent prayer for her for to make him whole again. His body begged for the sadness and grief that weighed him down to be taken from him, at least for a while. He just needed a reprieve.
His buried his fingers between her moist folds, savoring the way her searing flesh engulfed him as he pressed him inside of her. With practiced motions, he pulled a soft moan of pleasure from her mouth. Weecha never was big on words.
He buried his head between Weecha’s thighs. His tongue lapping at her like she was his last meal until she was breathless, and her thighs trembled around his head. He didn’t stop, even as his jaw ached and the tears of grief flowed down his face, mixing with her wetness.
He buried his cock inside of her. Over and over again. Weecha’s lean, hardened body quaking under his. Her hands wrapped around his neck protectively as he desperately tried to thrust away the all-consuming sadness inside him.
Over and over.
Until he was spent and broken all over again.
He spilled tears for all the souls he’s loved and lost along the way into her breasts as Weecha silently caressed his head.
He shouldn’t have come back.