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Pregnant With Death

The dark cloud approached, “It’s time to go to work.”
The husband of a pregnant lady became a royal jerk  
Your job it is to end his life and that of the family litter  
The sad part is that mom is sweet, so her death may leave you bitter  
 
The jerk should be the first to go while trying to make amends  
The funny part is years ago you and he were friends  
His bride is such a lovely gal the kind you’d want to keep  
But looking to her future, she’d end up on the streets  
 
Much kinder to let her exit now before the baby’s due  
While you’re helping end her days there’s fun in it for you  
And so it was I met the husband at a local bar  
I said, “Let’s talk about your future.” We didn’t walk too far  
 
Once he shard a pic and new address, I stabbed him through the heart  
Then said, “So much for you and your brand new start.”  
 
His wife was sleeping quietly in the bed they shared  
I told her that her husband was dead, that she should not be scared  
She raised up in the bed and screamed her breasts shown in the light  
I softly said I was his friend come to make things right  
 
She quieted in that moment as tears filled up her eyes  
I said if you cooperate, no one has to die  
I gave her a glass of water and said it would calm her nerves  
Truth was that it would help her accept anything that I might serve  
 
The first thing on her menu was my thick and hungry cock  
Within a moment it was wet and shining next to her flowing locks  
In spite of her emotions she knew what she must do  
Tears were running down her cheeks, she cried but still she blew  
 
I admired this amazing human for her instinct to survive  
I softly spread her legs apart and then went for a dive  
She whimpered soft and I knew the drug was helping her enjoy  
Her moans told me she felt less fear of what I might destroy  
 
She was so lovely I wanted to keep her but knew that I could not  
The calling of my darkened cloud I had not forgot  
I looked upon her face so sweet, still wet with tears of fear  
As my cum begin to flow I knew her end was near  
 
I said, “Please cry more tears for me.” She looked at me with hurt  
“I had a meal with your hubby but I’ll have you for dessert.”  
With that she cried as I held her breasts and felt her tight warm tummy    
I said, I’m sorry, it’s been ordained, you’ll never be a mommy.”  
 
The horror in her eyes told me she new the end was near    
I fucked her through the last moments of her thirty-seventh year  
Her heartbeat ceased as my hands took hold upon her alter bed    
Her quiet sleeping beauty across the bed was spread  
 
Ecstasy overcame once more, so I bent and kissed her lips    
Thankful for the moments I had submerged between her hips
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
Published | Edited 13th Jul 2020
Author's Note
Sadly, the evils of a father are visited on his family with tragic results.
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