65 Bingo! (2/2)

”So what do we do now?” said Ulla. There was no way the mushrooms could have started working, but her voice had already changed.

”Sit down and admire the view,” said Sven. ”It's going to be a trip. Maybe later we'll saunter down to that camp and check it out. It doesn't look much, at least from here.”

”They were just a bunch of scrawny kids,” Ulla said.

”Yeah,” said Sven.

They sat side by side in silence, admiring the view, because it really was something to admire. In the distance, snow-tipped peaks glittered in the sunlight. Lower down, a thick fur of trees rolled over hills and dove into gullies that were black with shade. Right under the cliff, the rocks bared their teeth.

When Sven felt his dick begin to thicken, he knew Ulla must be ready too. It was the magic of the mushrooms, all this extra blood pumped by an eager heart. Sven could feel the pulsing in his temples when Ulla said:

”Wanna fuck?”

He turned and smiled at her.

”Sure,” he said.

When they touched, she said:

”Me on top.”

”Later, you crazy bitch,” he told her. They kissed and he pushed her down onto the ground and lay down between her thighs. Her legs were around his waist before he'd even got inside her.

He started fucking her, slowly at first. As he sped up, he grabbed her neck and pulled her face up and kissed her. He continued to hold her up and kiss her as her ass slid a little closer to the precipice with each stroke.

She moaned that her ass hurt halfway there and tried to lie down, but he didn't allow it. Had she lain down, she'd have found out her head was already over the ledge. So he kissed her to shut her up, and kept fucking and finally felt that it was his arms alone that were keeping her from falling to the rocks below. He gave her one final savage thrust, shouting in fake panic:

”Watch out!”

The he loosened his grip, and watched her fall. She was so stunned she didn't make a sound as she went down.

She did make a sound when she hit the ground. There were a couple of distinct cracks punctuating the loud, wet smack.

It took Sven a few moments to get himself together. He was crying when he climbed down the cliff. He was crying because on the way down he'd purposefully fallen onto a couple of big stones, acquiring several cuts and many bruises. He could have handled Ulla's death, or the cuts and the bruises. Together, it was a bit much. And anyway he felt that maybe it was wise to cry a little, in case anyone was watching from above.

Ulla was dead. She'd hit the ground headfirst, and her neck had snapped. So did an arm and a leg, with her shinbone piercing her skin. Sven clenched his teeth, and hammered his left arm against a rock until the underside of his forearm became a disaster area. He also gave one his knees a good knock. Not disabling, but painful enough to remind him to start limping when he came across one of his people.

He made sure Ulla was dead, then picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, on his uninjured side. It was going to be a long, long way back to the mine. It was going to hurt like hell.

He decided he'd treat it as penance for what he'd done. As he started walking, he heard a crow screech above his head.

The screech sounded full of approval.

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