Fight for your love.

"Don't you worry, baby. I will deal with Dirk. He doesn't scare me more than I love you." Samantha melts in your arms and you hope you didn't just sign your own **** warrant with that beautiful prose.

You decide to face Dirk as you truly are. You pick out a pretty red set of lingerie complete with sheer hose with lace trim, garter belt, silk panties, a satin bra, and a pink fluffy robe. Soft exterior and a bloody resolve you tell yourself.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You tell Samantha to stay put, and quiet her objections with a kiss. You take your time down the steps, everyone more terrifying than the last, like a descent into Hell. You set up two places at the table, and saunter over to the door to let Dirk in. "The fuck, dude? I'm not used to wai..."You let your robe slip open and Dirk notices your attire and his tone changes, just as you planned. "Well, what have we here? It seems like you are finally getting the right idea."

You sway seductively over to the breakfast nook, letting your robe fall behind you. Dirk is close behind, wrapping his arms around you, his hard cock pressing persuasively against your cheeks...if only he weren't a monster. "So I have some good news, and some bad news, Dirk."

He twists you around, wrapping a hand around your throat and the other cupping your cheeks. You wished it didn't feel so romantic. "Hopefully good news for me, or it might be bad news for you." You smile and give him a hungry kiss, he swallows your tongue whole. You feel his cock throb against you...good, you wouldn't want to miss it.

"Well the bad news is I have a kitchen knife pressed against your cock." Dirk's eyes dart over to the kitchen isle where a knife is conspicuously absent from the butcher's block. He feels the sharp point of the blade pressed against his prick. Ever the predator, his grip tightens around your throat...

"And what's the good news, faggot?" He squeezes hard, daring you to make the next move. Your vision blurs, your head swims...but your hand is steady. You apply just enough pressure on the blade to slide into his jeans and against his engorged member. He releases just enough pressure for you to speak.

"ACK The good news is I have a knife pressed against your cock, and as pretty and tasty as it is, I will slice it in two if you don't leave me alone. The other good news is I'm a sissy faggot, and you have nothing to **** me with. The final piece of good news is my Daddy is the fucking Lord of Darkness, and your daddy is a wanted poster no one wants, so if you ever feel brave after today, just remember who you're fucking with!"

You back Dirk out the door looking deep into his dead eyes. By the time you close the door in his face you see something new in them...recognition. He sees a predator higher up the food chain than him and he backs out of dodge. In a way, you feel sorry for him. He awakened so much joy in you and he'll never feel any himself. On the other hand, fuck that creeper. You've got the best girlfriend in the world and you both have much better studs to choose from.

You take the stairs two at a time, knowing your rising to Heaven to find your angel. It's going to be a good life, and you want to remember every second of it...