The following flash fiction story was written entirely on post-it notes last year. This is the updated version.

*WARNING- For Mature Readers Only*

She caressed his body as she prepared to grope her destiny. She sighed in relief as his thickness increased. He lay catatonic, unable to move and barely breathing. ‘What madness is this,’ he thought, tightening his face as he watched her receive him in her mouth. There was no way out. He acquiesced to her will, as though he had a choice. She mounted him and impaled her body onto his manhood. She gripped his shaft, then his chest.

Moans bellowed out of her; she was redefining ecstasy. Tears of joy streamed down her face, past her smile and onto his cold body. She ascended and descended upon him. Her life had meaning. She was fulfilling her destiny.

He sweated profusely. The feeling in his face was returning. Her spell was wearing off. His jaw clenched with each thrust she laid into him. His teeth shattered as he tried to grimace in disgust.

She was having tea with the Queen, sledding down a volcano, and seeing the face of GOD. She was in heaven and he laid in hell. She orgasms, loudly, almost beastly. She opens her eyes from her sexual daze. She looks down and finds his hands around her her throat. It was too late. He was dead, drained of his essence. She unmounted him and removed his member. She would need a memento for the next phase of the spell.