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  “There you go. All of my cock. It’s all yours,” he growled.

  I whimpered cutely, my hips moving on their own, trying to get him to move in and out of me more and more.

  “Fuck! Fuck me, Denis! I need it!” I called out. My nails digging into my own legs as I begged.

  Denis delighted in my begging. He smiled down at me, moving ever so slowly, pulling out a little, then pushing right back in. This only got me to whimper and writhe more beneath him. To tease me further, Denis rubbed his large, rough hands over my torso. The roughness made me shiver and my body arched up into his hands.

  Finally, his hands came to my hips and he gripped them hard as he slammed himself deep into me. I groaned. “You’re so deep!”

  He just smiled, pulled out until just the head was inside of me and then forced himself back in just as deep. I cried out, loving it. He didn’t stop this time, repeatedly pounding into me after withdrawing almost completely.

  Denis had me writhing and moaning, nearly in tears at how good it was. I’d never been fucked this good in my whole life. He leaned down in the midst of his thrusts to kiss me hard. I raised my head, screaming into the kiss as I tried to return it.

  I wasn’t going to last much longer and he knew it. A hand went to my hair and he gripped it tight. Those nice lips pressed against my ear as he yanked my hair into his thrusts.

  “I’m going to fill you full up, love,” he promised.

  I could only moan in response. My body arched, needing his seed inside of me. The thought combined with his forceful thrusts still attacking my ass sent me right over the edge. I came screaming out his name, lost in a sea of ecstasy.

  He thrust deep once, twice, three more times. Then, buried deep inside me, let loose a groan as his cock twitched, releasing his warm cum within me. It was a huge load. I’d never felt so full.

  We lay there, panting as we came down from our orgasms. Denis kissed over my neck, then up my jawline to my lips. I kissed him back with a deep moan.

  “Mmm… Did you enjoy that, my love?” Denis rumbled sweetly down at me.

  “I did,” I said, kissing his lips again. “And I think I know what my final wish will be.”

  “Oh?” He lifted me up effortlessly and resituated me in the center of the bed with my head on the pillow. Then he curled up against me and held me close, his arms wrapped around me and his lips leaving sweet, little kisses on my shoulder. “And what is that?”

  “I wish you would stay with me forever,” I told him, melting at the kisses.

  “Forever? That’s quite a long time, especially for a leprechaun. Are you sure?”

  I looked into his eyes for a moment. “Do you want to stay with me? At least until I’m dead?”

  Our eyes connected for a long while. He seemed to be thinking about it. I bet no one that had asked for wishes from him had ever asked what he wanted. After a moment, he smiled. “Yes. I would love to stay with you until you pass.”

  “Then that is my wish,” I smiled happily.

  He smiled as well, snuggling closely. I felt so protected in his arms. This was almost too good to be true.

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  “Come on, Jarek. Leave him.” The voice seemed so far away but I could see the shadows hovering over him still.

  Jarek. Jarek was the one that brought me here, I thought. Where, ‘here’ was I wasn’t quite sure. It was dark. Very dark. The light in the distance wasn’t helping anything. Or maybe, it was helping too much.

  “Yeah, let’s go!” Another voice. A shadow moved away.

  Why were they shadows? They had been people, right? Am I dead? I asked myself. The pavement below me felt too real for that. It was cold. Harsh. It felt bare against my body, like there was nothing protecting me from it.

  Another shadow moved away. Only one remained. I stared at it, willing the blurry, dark form to focus. I couldn’t be dead. I could feel everything. The tightening of the muscles inside my arms as I tried to move them though they wouldn’t obey. I could feel the cold of the night air crisp as it bit at my hard nipples. I could even feel the hunger inside of me. It called out to the shadows from within. Just a little closer. I could smell the blood. My blood. How could I know whose blood it was?

  The shadow still hovering above me dropped parts of itself, letting them slowly fall towards me. Then it too carried itself away. My eyes tried to follow it, but it faded into the light beyond. The smaller shadowy bits fell against him and I could smell it. Money. It was money that had fallen so haphazardly and brushed against my skin like feathers.

  I finally got my arms to respond. They touched my chest. Naked. I was naked. That explained why the concrete beneath me was so unforgiving.

  Then, I realized I wasn’t breathing. I gasped for air, begging it to fill my lungs. It did but it didn’t come back out. It stayed, just sitting there, waiting to be told what to do. I forced myself to exhale. I did so, but it felt unfulfilling. I tried again. I had to be dead. How could I not be able to breathe without concentrating on it?

  I stopped breathing. If I were already dead, it was pointless to try. If I was dying, then it would hurt if I didn’t. I waited for a long time but no pain came. Already dead. Then why did I feel so alive? Drugged maybe. Woosy? But alive.

  I couldn’t yet pick myself up off the ground. My muscles just wouldn’t respond. I tried to move my leg. It only twitched and laid back down. It wanted to respond, but it seemed to be lacking something to be able to obey. My eyes wouldn’t focus. Or couldn’t. The more I tried to focus, the more unfocused everything became.

  Finally, I relaxed, unable to get my body to do anything else. If I were dead, someone would find my body. They’d put me to rest soon enough. My eyes closed. I thought they’d stay that way but when I tried to prove it to myself that I was dead, he found that I could open them still.

  I really wished someone would tell me what was going on. Angels. Weren’t there supposed to be angels to take me to whichever place I’d earned passage? That’s what I’d been taught in Sunday school. Why were there no angels? Or at the very least, devils. I guessed I didn’t deserve to go to the good place. There was nothing I could do about it now, though I wondered why I couldn’t seem to think of either place’s name. My mind was muddled.

  Another shadow came to hover over me. I stared up at it. This one didn’t focus clearly either, and I was sure it wasn’t real.

  “Poor dear.” Came a soft, smooth voice.

  For not being real, this voice was very alluring and kind. I attempted a smile, but could only get a twitch in the corner of my mouth to occur.

  The shadow leaned down over me, getting larger and darker as it did. I felt each and every touch. The money being lifted off of me. Somewhere deep down I thought I needed that money. I could feel the rage building within me. It had nowhere to go. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I couldn’t save my precious money. I was dead after all.

  Then I felt it. My body was jostled and then raised up off the hateful concrete. My eyes went wide. The shadow was still there. I could feel a cloth placed over my form and then air started caressing my face. I was bouncing and swaying. Was I being carried by this shadow? Where were we going? I had seen enough CSI shows to know that if a body was found, it shouldn’t be moved. So where were the EMTs, the coroners, the investigators and police officers?

  I opened my mouth to talk, but what came out was nothing more than garbled speech. An infant couldn’t even understand me.

  “They really did a number on you. Don’t worry. We’ll get you fixed up and you’ll be back to, well, normal in no time.” The shadow
spoke again.

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