Deeper Darkness

My darkness grew deeper after each death  
Though the pleasure was intense      
Greater was the horror    
     
I’d dream of standing in the rain, then learn the hot drops hitting my skin were the tears of those who loved my victims. The howls of dogs at night turned into the voices of those I’d killed.    
     
I wanted what I must not have and sought another. Would another victim free me of my nightmares?      
     
She was at the grocery store, shopping for baby supplies. I struck up a conversation and realized she was an easy mark. Alone, expecting, and lacking resources. I was all too happy to help.      
     
After I paid for her buggy, she cried softly. I told her I was quite the chef and would like to prepare a meal for her. Her kitchen was modest. I prepared steaks, potatoes, and a salad, but she didn’t see through my chef claim since it was all very tasty.      
     
We laughed, and she told me of her short life, at least twenty years younger than me. She was recently divorced and on her own. Her name was Susan. I made up stories of my life based loosely on facts. When she asked about work, I said it involved helping people get out from under the obligations of debt and pressures of life. “Maybe I can be of assistance to you,” I said. “There are resources out there I can bring your way.”      
     
“You’re so kind,” she said, and we kissed. After several minutes of kissing on her couch, I asked if I could see her stomach, and she said, “Wait here.” She went to her bedroom for a minute and returned naked.    
I’d set my glasses aside, and she was a blur. Just a human form, but beautiful. I rubbed my fingers over her stomach and kissed it. Then my fingers slid up to her small breasts and she laughed, “That tickles, but I like it.”    
     
“What’s your baby’s name?”      
     
“Oh, I haven’t picked one yet.”      
     
“You must,” I said. “Can we try Jenny for just one night and see how you like it?”      
     
She laughed, saying, “Jenny is a sweet name for a beautiful baby.”      
   
Within a few minutes we were on the floor. Susan was offering her everything, and I was accepting. Her little body was amazing, so full of energy. I thought of Jenny inside of her and what a beauty she would be if she lived.      
     
As I neared climax, I asked if I could come inside her. “Yes, please, yes!” was her earnest repose.      
     
I said a muffled “yes” as each jet of cum entered her small frame. Her eyes rolled, and her facial contortions told me she’d reached some level of orgasm. I was pleased.      
     
While still hard inside of her, I smoothed her hair and caressed her face. She smiled, “Thank you. I’ve been so lonely.”      
     
“Thank you!” I said, smiling. I felt her body relax though she was still pushing up into me with her pelvis as I was still sliding hard inside her wetness.      
     
My hands found her throat. “Stop, I can’t…” she cried in a scratchy voice.    
     
Her body squirmed under my weight, but her 120 pounds were no match against 230. I had her pinned at her crotch and neck. I pressed in deep to hold her firm, her legs spread and unable to gain a hold.      
     
Her eyes looked at me with scorn and narrowed as they filled with tears. “My baby,” she mouthed.      
     
As I pressed in deeper and held her slender neck firmer, I said, “Jenny will be fine, eternally free.” Her eyes looked beyond me in horror, but she said nothing. She had no air to speak.      
     
Susan’s legs continued to dance pointlessly, and her trunk moved from side to side, trying to get free. I held firm, crushing her under my weight while watching her color change. Her eyes closed, and her legs dropped to the floor. Now it was time to count the minutes.      
     
Finally, I pulled out of her dead body, my cock still wet from our passions of only twelve minutes before. As I touched her neck to check for a pulse, I thought how beautiful it is to end a life that existed for 26 years. How final an act, and one of love, on some level.      
     
I raised to look at my deed and pressed my ear to Susan’s stomach, “There, there Jenny. You’ll never know pain now.”      
     
I listened for several minutes only once hearing the soft gurgle of Susan’s amniotic fluid and feeling slight movement, knowing oxygen was most certainly absent by then. All was still and ended now.    
     
I didn't feel sadness, but elation, that familiar high. Will I now find release from my nightmares, or must I kill again?