"Her head fell back, eyes shut tight, again her hand ascended, and again it slashed downward, slicing her stomach." Self-injurers, Lani and Glen, lose all sense of reason.

He yelled and slammed his large fists on the bathroom door, "It's not fucking worth it! Open the door... Now!"

She was oblivious to his threats and pleas. She tore the medicine-cabinet open, the mirrored door shattered; glass shards flew everywhere. She knocked over expensive bottles of perfume, in her frenzy to find the little packet of razors she hid there just a week before. Bottles tumbled and crashed into the white porcelain sink.

From beyond the door, Glen heard the shatter of glass, he knew exactly what she was going for. Years of therapy and even a few lockdowns in a psychiatric ward, did not - could not - help Lani, this was her form of release from emotional and mental anguish. Glen knew this, he suffered the same demons.

Lani barely saw through streams of tears, and heard nothing, but the deafening screams in her mind. Her fingers found it - the relief she needed so bad. Clumsily she tore at the small box. Shiny, silver blades tumbled into the sink, she numbly snatched at them, not caring that the glass and double-sided razors sliced through her delicate fingers.

A trembling hand rose above her chest, a silvery flash blinded her momentarily, her hand came down, splitting her thin shirt, and slashing into her very own flesh. Lani gripped and tore at her shirt, she looked down between her creamy breasts, crimson beads filled the white cut rapidly - the gash spilled red.

Her head fell back, eyes shut tight, again her hand ascended, and again it slashed downward, slicing her stomach. Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head, she choked off a deep, guttural moan in her throat. Lani wiped her hand over the new cut, and relished in the sting. Blood smeared her taught, white stomach - she hacked at her flesh again.

She readied for another slice, when suddenly the bathroom door burst open, jagged, wood slivers, spiked from the doorframe. Glen rushed through, but paused at the door for a moment. The spectacle before him, of her cuts, blood, her bare breasts and stomach, overwhelmed Glen; his own demons instantly surged to taunt him.

From pure instinct only, Lani turned her face toward the noise; she had no idea what was going on, around her - no idea what she was doing. The distant look in her eyes, reminded Glen of the high he'd experienced, from this very, same act.

Glen summoned his strengths and bolted for her, snatching the razor from her poised hand. He felt the pressure, knew it cut his thumb and fingers - he dared not look. He threw the blade against the wall, the innocent, tinkling sound it made when it fell to the tiled floor, sent a chill up Glen's spine. He roughly grabbed Lani's shoulders, and forcefully turned her to face the long, dressing mirror, hanging on the bathroom wall. He buried his face into her neck and wept with her.

"This was so not worth it my love...." He cried.

They both stared ahead at the image, his bare arms wrapped around her soft, round breasts and flat stomach. Glen reflected on how beautiful Lani was, the soft curls of her long, brown hair, the smooth roundness of her hips and tender white breasts. He loved her intensely, and seemed to feel more love for her, when she battled this life-long sickness of self-injury. To Glen, even the self-inflicted, purple and grey scars that blemished her delicate, pale body, were like added works of art.

He bent his broad form, and tenderly kissed her ear and neck, "I'm sorry, I was a second too late." he whispered.

With a weak, almost child-like murmur, Lani replied, "You woulda talked me out of it."

"Yes my love." he said, while staring at the twisted reflection before them - the sight that only people like them, could understand and desire.

He breathed-in the deep, feminine perfume of Lani's hair, the scent of blood trailed up to his nostrils, he closed his eyes. His arms wrapped tightly around her shivering body, wanting to warm and soothe her, save and protect her from the world around - and herself. Glen himself, grew weak with desire, he was a self-injurer also, though he'd found the power to abstain for a number of months. Part of his fortitude, was due to wanting to help this little angel, that now trembled in his arms.

Glen caressed Lani's face, his own, sticky blood mingled with hers and soiled her chin, he turned her swollen lips toward his. Glen's mouth pressed against Lani's, his tongue darted through her full lips. He suddenly wanted to make love to her - half from his building desire and half from his consuming weakness. They're both sexual beasts. Any other person would have froze with panic at this gruesome sight, but Lani and Glen are so, very different.

He rubbed her bottom lip, pinched it with his bloodied thumb and fingers, and then feasted on its irony sweetness. Their tongues hungrily darted into each other's mouths, as if the answers they searched for, were hidden deep in the other's soul.

Glen wrapped his body around Lani's and swept her off the floor. She understood what was about to happen and wanted it as much as he did, if not more. The heat between them rose like an inferno from hell. Lani embraced Glen's shoulders and back, and held his body tight.

Mindlessly, he reached into the sink where perfume had pooled around shards of glass and blades. He blindly fished for a twin-blade and slid it out, the aromatic liquid stung the fresh, open wounds on his fingers, but the stinging sensation only intensified his rising need. They kissed deeply, and breathed heavily against each other's faces. Their hearts beat quickly - they lost complete control of reason.

He placed her on the hard, dark-blue floor and covered her body with his. Her legs twined around his thighs, he groaned and bit her neck. Together, like two, feral animals in heat, they crushed hips. Lani spread her legs and tilted her hips upward, feeling the bulge in his jeans, press and rub hard, against her white-denim, covered clit.

"I'm sorry Lani, so sorry...." Glen looked into her large, brown eyes and apologized before making a small cut just above her left nipple.

Lani arched her back and moaned out her ecstasy and pain. He lapped at the new cut, and slammed his hips harder into her. He would cum any second from pure animal passion, but Glen fought internally for any sense of control.

Lani, numbly searched for the razor that Glen threw against the wall. She felt the all, too, familiar cold of steel and raised it above his back. Pulling on his shirt, she slit and ripped it open. Glen shuddered from the tearing sound of the material separating. She tore his shirt apart, revealing a tanned, muscular back and shoulders.

She held the back of his neck and lifted her head. Licking his shoulder, she brought the symbol of their lust so close to her tongue, that she could almost taste the metal. With one long and deliberate stroke, she cut his shoulder and closely followed the slash with her lips and tongue. He groaned, closed his eyes tight and turned his face from the incision, reveling in the orgasmic pain.

Then, like a growing thunder off in the distance, he growled, "NNnnooOO!"

He grabbed her arms, pinned them above her head and looked deep into her eyes. Lani's eyebrows knitted, her eyes questioned his movement, her swollen lips slowly parted, licking the blood - his blood - that stained her lips.

Her heavy breathing raised her supple breasts to him, weakly she begged, "Please?"

Like Delilah to her Samson, she lured his desire. The demon surged once again, and consumed Glen's mind and body. He roughly dry fucked her, his cock ready to explode. Another cut to her right breast, he sucked both nipple and blood. She brought the razor down against his back and slashed him twice, triggering Glen to tense and moan loudly against her breast. He bite down on her stiff nipple and sucked it between his teeth. He fucked her through his jeans, driving himself between her soft and parted thighs.

"Oh God!" Lani cried out again, when she felt his blade slice the length of her side.

She brought the razor she clutched, between them, and unconsciously carved the word 'love' into Glen's chest. Their hearts raced against eternity, the darkest of all loves, consumed them.

The sharp scent and sight of thick, red blood, the hardness of Glen's rigid cock against her soaked jeans, were unbearable. Lani raised her ass off the floor, lifting her six-foot tall beast-lover with her. She cried out, her body tensed then convulsed. A torrent of cum, streamed from her throbbing pussy, into her already saturated panties and jeans.

With the intense orgasm still racing through her body, Lani slid out from under Glen and forced him onto his back. She straddled his thighs and bucked her hips, ramming her aching pussy, forcefully into him. She was crazed with the need to have his cock deep inside her cunt. She slid down, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and jerked them down to his knees. Glen's rigid cock, burst free from the denim restraint. Without pause, Lani leaned over and sucked the tip of his purple-red bulb into her wet mouth.

Glen lovingly swept Lani's hair from the sides of her face. He watched her in fascination, while she hungrily worked up and down his long shaft. Blood smeared her flushed face and full lips. He let go of her soft, brown waves, letting it fall and brush along his hips and thighs. The vibrations from moans, deep in her throat, sent Glen's mind reeling. He held the back of her head, pulled it down and thrust his hips up, forcing her to swallow as much of his throbbing dick as she possibly could.

Lani slipped out of her white jeans while eagerly sucking his swollen cock. She tried desperately to deep throat him. The huge head of his pulsing member, slipped into her throat, but he was more massive and harder than ever before, she could hardly reach the base of his member with her lips. Her tongue slid side to side along his shaft, and slipped out passed her bottom lip, trying earnestly to reach his balls - she would have swallowed his entire cock and balls if she could. She inhaled deeply through her nose, and drank-in the musky scent of this man-beast. Lani cupped his balls with one hand, picked up the razor, and slid it along his hip with the other.

Glen cried out, "Fuck!" and rammed his cock up into her throat.

He twisted his neck until his cheek pressed flat against the cold floor. Lani cut him again, across the top of his pubic hair. She swallowed his dick deeply, before pulling off with a slurping pop. Lowering her puckered lips to the new gash, she licked and traced the blood where it streamed over his hips.

She dropped the razor to his chest, rose on her knees and mounted his hips again. Lani grabbed his glistening cock and slapped it against her smooth, wet pussy. Her eyes closed, her head fell to her shoulder, she slid the pulsing head of his dick through her glistening, outer lips. She pressed and circled his dripping cock around her protruding clit, finally using the length of his shaft, to slap the reddened, inner-folds of her cunt.

Glen drove his hips up, wanting to shove his fevered cock into her tight cunt, but his dick slipped and glided through her supple, inner lips. The shaft of his slick member, eased between Lani's trembling, cunt lips and banged against her pebble-hard clit again. She bucked and jerked wildly with another, climbing orgasm. Lani's moans grew more intense, from little-girl like whimpers, to deep grunts and gasps.

Glen felt the hot splash of Lani's cum, swamp his cock. He looked down, and watched droplets of her clear, sweet honey, shower his dick, thighs and stomach.

He pulled his left hand back and spanked her hip hard while she came. He ran his right hand against the flatness of her stomach and up to her jiggling tits. The agonizing sting of his hand sliding over new, open gashes brought instant tears to Lani's eyes.

He pinched and pulled her dark-red nipple, pulled it high, then dropped it to watch her tit bounce. Her face contorted from the pleasurable pain. He abused her tit, twisted and tugged her nipple relentlessly, stretching it toward the ceiling and bouncing her tit on it, as if the large nipple were some type of bungee. He let go abruptly and slapped her aching, extended nipple. He spanked her ass vigorously, he felt the softness of her cheeks jiggle against his balls. Glen slowly dragged his nails across the soon-to-be welts.

Lani cried out, "Yyyesss baby! Hurt me... always... hurt me!"

She aimed his stiff cock, sticky with her cum and his pre-cum, at her tight hole. Her middle and index finger spread her juiced lips, she lowered herself slowly, her pussy lips enveloped the head of his rod. Glen held her hips and pulled down. Lani struggled against him, and from consuming his entire cock all at once; all Glen wanted was release.

They paused, looked into each other's eyes - then Lani thrust down, taking Glen's enlarged member completely into herself. They gasped and moaned together, she leaned over and rested her cheek against his chest, and rocked her hips.

Reaching behind, Lani massaged and tugged Glen's balls, her quivering pussy clenched at his enormous cock. He fit so tight and could feel every gripping muscle in her tender cunt. His strong hands slid under her ass and lifted her nearly off his cock, keeping just the wide head of his dick, buried deep between her wet folds. She held and steadied his sticky, hot cock. He paused for only a moment then dropped her down, her ass slapped against his thighs and balls. Lani screamed in ecstasy, pinched and twisted Glen's nipple with her free hand.

His body tensed, he grunted between clenched teeth, "C- cunt."

Lani raised her hips up, and tightened her aching pussy around the head of his cock. The sound of wet sex from her sopping cunt, drowned out their cries and moans. She, simultaneously, fingered his taut asshole and rubbed her enlarged clit with two slippery fingers. Lani slammed her smooth pussy down again, at the same moment, she pushed her finger into Glen's tight, virgin ass. He bucked his hips up and down wildly and emitted grunts from deep within his chest and throat. Glen violently came, like never before. Lani threw her head back and forth, her large milky tits shook and bounced.

He reached up and pulled down on her shoulders, his balls tightened up, his cock jolted and shot a thick load of hot cum, deep inside of her. Their bodies tensed then convulsed again, she continued to fuck him. He groaned again, another shot of bubbling cum, coated her hot snatch, their mingled juice seeped from her blushed and contracting hole, spilling between her thighs and onto his balls.

Lani cried out again and dug her black, enameled nails into his bronze chest, all but her hips stopped moving. She continuously ground her clit into Glen's pubic hair and splattered his exploding member with her own creamy, hot cum.

She looked down into his face and at last collapsed on top of him. They lay there in each other's arms panting heavily, their bodies still twitching, her pussy still clenching his slowly deflating cock.

Finally, Glen swallowed hard and licked his dry lips, "Lani... babe..." he breathed and tried to brush hair from her eyes, "...never again."

She softly cried, "I know."

Shakily, they moved to get up. Lani had to peel herself from Glen, their bodies cemented together with dried blood. She leaned over and kissed him passionately, their tongues probed and circled each other's, still tasting the bitter sweet of iron.

She sat back on her heels to get up, glanced at the long, bathroom mirror and blinked her eyes. Lani pulled her hair away from her face, but when she unsteadily got to her feet, she noticed the word 'love' painted, in blood, across her cheek.

She whispered to herself, "Yes... love."

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Writer's comments: This story is solely fictional. If it, in any part, resembles another's situation, it is purely coincidental.