Make Me Bleed While My Heart is Still Beating (Tamber Oneshots)

my bloody knife (in tara's lil pussy)

Amber wiped the blood off her knife and pulled off her mask, looking at the still warm body below her, still pouring blood all over the kitchen floor of the tiny studio apartment of her latest victim. She took a deep breath in through her nose, inhaling the metallic scent of freshly spilled blood, and laughing maniacally. Her second favorite scent. The brunette then reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, pulled off her glove and quickly pulled up her girlfriend's contact, tapping the FaceTime button.

Using the camera to quickly fix up her hair, (mask hair was a real pain) she waited with slight impatience for the shorter girl to pick up, excitement mixing with the adrenaline still rushing through her from a fresh kill.

Eventually, (after two rings) Tara picks up, a wide, sadistic smile on her face to match her partner's. This was her favorite part, just after making the calls, getting to see Amber's handiwork. Her girlfriend looked so damn hot covered in blood. The two girls laughed softly at the sight of each other, before Tara spoke up, "Hey baby! Good kill?"

Amber chuckles again as she crouches down beside the fresh corpse, replying, "Oh, very good kill. This little fucker didn't give much of a fight, though. Surprise, surprise. All that big talk was just that, talk." The girl tapped the flip button to switch around the camera, giving her partner a tour of the dead body of the creep that tried to touch Tara inappropriately at the club last week. Amber gave close up shots of each open, bleeding wound, explaining in vivid detail how she inflicted every one. Once she finishes, Amber flips the camera again and gives her girlfriend a flirty grin, "You know, baby, I heard a little bit of your call. You were damn good scaring this small-dick fuck utterly shitless. Your improv is getting better, sweetie."

Tara blushed at the praise, her thighs rubbing against each other below her phone camera, but Amber still catches the movement in her body, and her grin grows cocky at how easily her partner grew all needy and flustered. Amber spoke again, her voice rough with her own arousal building, "Hey, baby. How about I get this place cleaned up a bit while you come on over, and I can fuck you unconscious on this loser's couch."

Tara's eyes widened, then darkened in unhidden arousal. The shorter girl nodded a bit too enthusiastically before Amber told her to use her words, "Yes, baby! I'll be right there!" She then hung up and quickly changed into something sexy before dashing out of their shared apartment.

Amber chuckled at her submissive girl's enthusiasm before standing up and getting to work. While getting to show off her kill to her girlfriend was her favorite part of this, cleaning up was definitely her least favorite part. It's rough work, but necessary in order to keep up this whole lifestyle. Such is the plight of a serial killer! But what makes it all worth it is currently on her way right now. Amber knows she gets the best reward in the world for her hard work. And having sex with Tara is damn good too.

Finally, after Amber finishes cleaning the last of the blood and setting up the tarp on the couch, she hears a quiet knock on the door. She grins widely once again as she looks over at the now covered corpse. It's time to hammer in the last nail in this pervert's coffin.

Amber readjusted her Ghostface suit and walked over to the door, opening it quietly to reveal her shorter girlfriend and partner in serial killing. Tara's eyes darken even more at the sight of Amber in her "work suit" covered in splotches of blood, blending in with the black cloak. The taller brunette smirks at her reaction, reacting similarly at Tara's outfit, a crop-top and a very short skirt. Amber shamelessly drags her gaze up and down Tara's exposed body and chuckles darkly, "Hmm, you must be cold, baby. How about you come in, and I'll warm you up."

Tara nods submissively and walks in past Amber with a small "yes daddy" and receives a sharp smack to her butt, eliciting a whiny moan from her lips. The girl doesn't even look back at her partner, knowing she'd only see a cocky grin in return. Instead, she looks around the tiny apartment, noting how clean it is, and smiles slightly. Amber's always very thorough when cleaning up. Walking a little further in, she spots the body, hidden inside a body bag and covered with a tarp. Tara notes that it's positioned on the floor so that it'll be hidden from view from the couch. Disappointing, Tara thinks, but fair. Tonight's just about them after all, and in the end, that pervert doesn't deserve to watch what they're about to do, even through dead eyes. Speaking of such planned activities, Tara turns away to look at the couch and smiles a bit wider at the large tarp spread over it. As Tara stares at the setup, Amber sneaks into her periphery and her smile turns shy once again, but she doesn't look away from her girlfriend's hungry gaze.

As Amber once again looks Tara up and down, the shorter girl realizes something and her eyes widen. Amber asks, "Everything good, baby?"

Tara finally looks down at her feet and nervously shifts, "I- I um... forgot the strap..."

Amber simply chuckles in response and quickly pulls off her cloak, leaving her in tight, black jeans, black, long-sleeved shirt, and black combat boots. She whispers in a cocky tone, "Look up, baby girl." Tara obeys and her wide eyes land on a bulge in the other girl's jeans as Amber pats it twice, laughing loudly at Tara once again reacting so physically. Amber walks slowly towards her girl and leans to her ear and whispers again, "Get those clothes off, pretty girl. And get on that couch and bend over the arm." Tara whimpers and immediately obeys, nearly tripping over herself in her rush to comply with her dominant's orders as quickly as she can. The taller brunette, on the other hand, takes her time as she walks over to her duffel bag and sifts through all the supplies and grabs the bottle of lube from the bottom. She then carefully unbuttons and unzips her tight jeans and lowers her underwear just enough to let the silicone cock pop out as she walks back over to the couch, where Tara is bent over waiting impatiently for her. The shorter girl whines in frustration and rocks her hips at Amber's continued slow motions, taking her time to slather up her strap and slowly positioning herself behind Tara on the couch. Amber leans over Tara, careful not to let the strap anywhere near her soaking pussy, and asks, "Something wrong, baby girl?"

Tara whimpers louder and does her best to find the fake cock with her pussy, which only earns her another sharp smack on her exposed ass. "Daddy," Tara whines out long, looking back at the other girl, "Please... please fuck me, Daddy! I need your cock, Daddy." Tara's begging goes straight to Amber's core, lighting a fire within her. Yet, she remains still.

Instead, she gets closer to Tara's ear and whispers, "Who do you belong to, slut? Whose pussy is this?" She slaps Tara's pussy sharply as she asks the second question.

Tara moans and whimpers again as she turns her head to look back at Amber, and she whines out eagerly, "I'm yours, Daddy! I'm all yours! It belongs to you, Daddy! It's your pussy, and you do whatever you want with it! Please, Daddy, please! Please fuck your pussy! Please fuck your little slut, Daddy!" Tara is entirely unable to fight against the way her whole body trembles in need, or how her hips mindlessly rock against the taller girl's waist.

Amber chuckles darkly at the submissive girl's desperation and says, "Good girl. Alright, baby girl. Time for your reward." The serial killer pulls back and squirts a few more drops of lube onto the strap, rubbing it in before lining it up against Tara's pussy. She stills for just a moment before shoving the cock in deep, wrapping a hand over Tara's mouth to muffle her scream of pain and pleasure. She removes her hand once Tara quiets down, and starts pounding into her partner ruthlessly, pulling loud moans and screams from the shorter girl. And eventually, she starts pulling orgasm after orgasm out of Tara, not slowing down for even a second, and Tara loves every second of it. Amber makes good on her promise to fuck Tara unconscious, as eventually the second Ghostface girl passes out, letting her head fall onto the arm of the couch. Amber slows down and eventually stops thrusting altogether, pulling out her strap and undoes the clips on the sides, removing it from herself and doing a quick clean of it with some disinfectant wipes for now, storing it in the duffel to be cleaned when they get home. She then gently dresses Tara in some spare clothes and lays her gently on the bed on the other side of the room and sets off to finish cleaning everything else, deciding to come back later for the corpse still laying in the kitchen.

Once she's done, Amber grabs the duffel bag and hangs it over her shoulder, across her torso, and she walks over to Tara and picks her up, thankful that her career as a mascot serial killer offers her quite the muscular build. Finally, without sparing a second glance at the studio apartment of the dead pervert who tried to assault her girlfriend, Amber slips on her mask and walks out of the building and into the back alley, where her car waits for them. Carefully setting Tara in the passenger seat, Amber looks at the sleeping girl with a warm smile, lifting her mask just enough to plant a soft kiss on her forehead before closing the door and rounding the car to the driver's side. She pulls off her mask once she's in the safety of the car and drives off back to their own apartment, a warm, yet sadistic smile on her face the whole drive home.