Posted at 1:30 am on Apr 30, 2016 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
It's not what you're going to take, it's what I'm going to give you. (MA)
"Oh god, Sheri, not there again!" Deadblood said as he showed Sheri his other reasons for keeping her close. At this point, they'd been at it for over an hour. "I don't think I can handle anymore!"
"Then squeeze harder, Champ!" Sheri said in between gasps and moans, not all of them belonging to her. "Or are you too much of a bitch to handle it?"
Both of their moans suddenly got louder as premium juices were exchanged and it was this that finally attracted the attention of a nurse who entered the room, the smell of sex immediately filling her nostrils.
"What do you think you're doing?" the nurse asked, stuck between chasing Deadblood away and going to find someone else to deal with him. "This isn't some sleazy motel or the backseat of your daddy's car! You need to leave!"
Pulling away from Sheri, DB quickly got dressed, both he and Sheri grinning.
"I'll see you later," he said, giving Sheri a kiss before leaving, the nurse just shaking her head in frustration once he was gone.
The hospital only kept Sheri for one more day before releasing her. Amazingly, none of her injuries went beyond bruises and cuts. There wasn't even a cracked bone from her fall off of the auditorium's catwalk, not that she was able to reveal to her doctor what happened, thanks to her loss of memory in between the last time she saw Derrick Scrivens and waking up in the hospital.
"So what was that you were saying about tonight, Champ?" Sheri asked as she pulled her mouth off of Deadblood's well-milked prime beef before standing up from their living room floor.
"Give me a minute," DB said, sitting on the sofa to catch his breath.
"If my attention to your needs as a champion is becoming too much for you to handle, I can already cut back," she said with a smirk. "Just say the word."
He gave her a shut-the-fuck-up look before he said, "What I was saying was, it looks like Red Spyder is already back to murdering prostitutes. Just last night, two were found behind a restaurant. The sick bastard decapitated both of them and switched their heads."
"Wait, how's that possible?" Sheri asked, her teasing of DB getting worn out from sex with her forgotten about for a moment. "I thought you said he was burned to a crisp and then you cut his head off?"
"He was, but Red, he's... I don't know," he said, "Do you remember how powerful Gojinn was? Red's kind of like that. Maybe stronger. I mean, the last time I saw him, his head was rolling away and now just a couple days later, he's already back in business."
"Well what can we even do?" she asked, standing in front of him. "If cutting the fucker's head off didn't stop him, will anything do the trick?"
"I'm not sure," he said, watching as Sheri started to unbutton her jeans. "I thought maybe we could trail him, maybe there's something we could use against him. What are you doing?"
"I've noticed that you seem to think more clearly while your cock's stuffed into one of my holes, so let's see if I can pump some ideas out of you in regards to dealing with Red," she said before dropping her panties and lowering herself onto him, facing away.
As she started to rock her ass against him, she pumped a whole other thought out of his mind, one that originally spawned when she woke up in the hospital. "So... what exactly did Scrivens say about me?" he asked.
It's not what you're going to take, it's what I'm going to give you. (MA) - Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion) - 1:30:06 AM on 04/30/2016
