Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

Necronomicon World Tour	By : drowsteel Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Call of Cthulhu Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on The Call of Cthulhu by HP Lovecraft. I don't own Call of Cthulhu or DC Comics and make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
Ada’s hookshot launched her to high ground. She was breathing hard as she landed on the catwalk, hearing the unearthly beating of the Byakhee’s wings as the demon flew upward to meet her, seeking to drain her blood.
“Surprise,” Ada launched an explosive crossbow bolt directly into the abomination’s body. The creature clawed at it, tearing itself open before the dart detonated, spraying foul fluid over the living dead that filled the streets. “Just because you have wings,” Ada tossed her hair, “doesn’t mean you won’t fall.”
“You’re so fucking hard to catch,” Ashley Graham sneered, landing with her riding beast. “Those slow bastards on the ground don’t have a chance.”
Ada leveled her crossbow at the blonde. “How fast are you?”
The bat-like creature stood between Ashley and Ada, shielding its master. Ada let the bolt fly, splattering the monster. Ashley’s darkened form was visible through the gore, unfazed by the explosion.
Grunting from the effort, Ada notched another bolt and started locking the string to the rear.
“Can you get it there?” Ashley chuckled.
Ada choked. Seawater flowed from her nose and mouth. The crossbow and bolts clattered to the steel catwalk.
Her lungs were full. There was no air. Ada’s eyes bulged as she collapsed, convulsing and full of salt water. Ashley sauntered over and easily kicked Ada’s weapon off the catwalk, down to the street.
“What does he see in you?” Ashley sneered. She grabbed the hookshot and threw it after the crossbow, watching the brunette twitch as she drowned in open air. Ashley tore Ada’s dress, exposing her breasts. “You’re flat. You’re weak.”
Ada finally felt air. She desperately pulled herself to the edge of the catwalk, facing down as she choked, forcing the water from her lungs. She would have screamed from the pain, but only a pained gurgle came out. Ashley pushed her, and Ada almost fell to the clutches of the ghouls below, only saving herself by clutching the railing for dear life.
“Scared?” Ashley taunted, pushing Ada again. She wasn’t trying to kill her. Not yet.
Ada would have yelped, but instead coughed hard.
Ashley ripped the rest of Ada’s dress, leaving the brunette in a pair of black panties and stockings.
“Di-*cough*...did you do all this?” Ada wheezed.
“All of it,” Ashley boasted. “I read a book, and it made me realize that I’ve been letting you whores fuck my man for too long!”
Ada choked, trying to stand. “L-Leon?” She coughed. “I never...”
Her voice stopped. Water seeped into her lungs again. “P-please, no!”
Ashley didn’t drown Ada as much this time, but let her collapse again, choking.
“Pretend all you want,” Ashley said. “I know you try to keep him from me.”
Ada shook her head, terrified. “N-” she coughed. “No! N-no...yyou can ha-have him! I d-don’t want to keep you ap-apart!”
“You lie,” Ashley stood over her imperiously. “You’re a lying slut.”
Ada wheezed. “I-I’m sorry...”
Ashley smiled. “Good. You’re a lying slut, aren’t you?”
Bowing her head, Ada nodded. “I’m a lying sluh-slut.”
“You have a nasty, filthy body.”
“I-I’m nasty,” Ada coughed. “I’m nothing compared to you.”
“Show me how nasty you are,” Ashley chuckled, folding her arms.
Ada looked confused. “What?”
“Fuck yourself,” Ashley smirked. “Use your fingers in your filthy cunt.”
Feeling humiliated, Ada moved into a sitting position and spread her legs. She licked two fingers to wet them, then reached into her panties.
“MMMmmm,” Ashley smiled. “I bet you’ve done this for other audiences, too, haven’t you?”
“No...” Ada started, then saw Ashley’s expression. “I mean, yes...yes, I fuck myself while people watch me...”
“Pull your panties to the side,” Ashley ordered. “Let me see what you’re doing.”
With her free hand, Ada pulled her panties away, revealing her fingers rubbing against her little slit. Ada turned her face away, blushing with embarrassment.
“You fuck other women, too, don’t you?” Ashley taunted. “You don’t care who fucks you.”
Ada gritted her teeth. “I just love to be fucked,” she said. “I don’t care who it is.”
“Tell me how you fuck other women.”
Ada whimpered. “But...” she shuddered, starting to react to her own fingers. “...I... I use my fingers on them...I lick them...”
“Where?”
“Their clits...”
“You like eating pussy?”
“Uh-huh,” Ada could feel her own pussy getting wet, ashamed though she was.
“You dirty bitch,” Ashley smirked. “I’ll bet you tongue them in the ass, don’t you?”
Ada winced.
“Don’t you?” Ashley said again.
“Yes,” Ada whimpered.
“I’ll bet you want my ass.”
Wordlessly, Ada nodded.
“Beg for it,” Ashley had a cruel grin.
Ada swallowed hard, humiliated. “Please,” she breathed, rubbing her pussy harder and faster, “please let me put my tongue in your butt...it’s so hot...I want to fuck it with my mouth...I want to feel your buttcheeks against my face...”
“Whore,” Ashley licked her lips, then reached under her plaid skirt, pulling her panties all the way off. She turned and bunched her skirt up, revealing her large, soft buttocks. “Come on, you nasty fuck!”
Ada whimpered. “Please...”
“Do it, whore.”
Slowly, Ada crawled over to Ashley. Her face was close to the blonde’s pretty backside. Shame ran through Ada as she kissed the soft ass, running her hands over it. Ashley yelped, surprised by the sensation.
Hoping to keep the girl distracted, Ada started tickling the wet lips between Ashley’s legs, licking her ass cheeks while staying away from the girl’s buttcrack. With a groan of pleasure, Asley pushed herself down on Ada’s fingers. Ada fingered faster, kissing higher up on the girl’s back.
“FUCKING SLUT!!” Ashley spun around and slapped Ada’s face, hard. Ada yelped, clutching her reddening cheek. Ashley grabbed her by the hair and slapped her on the other side before pulling Ada’’s face up to her pussy.
“You like pussy, don’t you?” Ashley purred as Ada started licking. “MMMMmmmhhh...you’re a fucking whore...” Ashley started shaking, almost climaxing. “Fuck yourself with you fingers, you slut. I want to see how much you love my snatch.”
Ada moaned into Ashley’s slit, pretending to love the abuse. She reached down and touched herself with both hands as Ashley pulled her hair and humped her face.
“Filthy cunt...” Ashley moaned. “OOOooooOOOHHH YOU whoooorrree...oh, you make me wet, you whoOOOORRRRE!” Ashley screamed, cumming on the brunette’s face.
Panting, Ashley shoved Ada away from her. “Haaahhh, that was good. I can see you like to fuck.”
Ada looked away, face covered in Ashley’s love juice. She’d never felt lower.
Ashley looked at her humiliated, naked rival and smiled victoriously. “Now,” she said, “do you want to die here, or do you want the zombies on the street to gangbang you until you’ve had your fill?”
Ada looked frightened. “You...you don’t have to do that,” she pleaded. “Just let me go...I’ll leave you and Leon alone, I swear!”
Ashley grinned. “I’d rather kill you.”
“ASHLEY!”
Both women looked up. Leon leaped from the roof above to the catwalk, covered in blood and Red 9 in hand.
“ASHLEY!” Leon rolled to his feet. He pointed his gun to the side, ready to aim. “STOP THIS!”
Ashley blushed, looking like a child caught in mischief. “Leon...”
Ada tried to cover her body with her hands, face red from shame and being slapped. Leon glanced at her before turning back to Ashley.
“End the spell, Ashley!” Leon barked. “End it, now!”
“But...” Ashley protested. “I...I had to stop those sluts...Ada, Claire...Sherry...”
“SHERRY?!” Leon’s face was a mask of horror. “Ashley...tell me, TELL ME you didn’t hurt her!”
“Hurt...” Ashley realized she’d admitted too much. “Hurt...” Her face hardened. “You should have seen her! That whore! She begged for the ghouls to fuck her! She wanted them! She would have tried to steal you...”
Leon fired over Ashley’s shoulder, making her scream. “She didn’t,” he said with deadly calm. “She did not! Now end this!”
“I...” Ashley faltered. “I could let you keep them,” she bargained. “You could keep them in collars, like pets. You’d only love me, but you could keep them...”
Leon breathed, slowly turning the Red 9 to point between his eyes. “Now. Or I fire.”
Ashley scrunched her eyes shut and concentrated. On the street, the zombies collapsed one by one.
“Don’t do it,” Ashley whimpered. “It was for us, Leon! Don’t shoot yourself!”
Leon took a syringe from his belt, palming it as he approached Ashley. “I won’t,” he said, injecting Ashley in the neck, then catching her as she swooned.
Ada stood up, arms wrapped around her nude body. “She’s insane...”
Leon nodded. He took off his coat, then his shirt and tossed it to Ada. “Can you get someplace for new clothes?”
Ada nodded, quickly slipping the shirt on like a nightgown.
“You should kill her,” Ada said. “She’d dangerous.”
Leon hesitated.
“She needs help,” he said at last.
Ada stared at him, then smiled. “You have to save everyone, don’t you?”
Leon didn’t answer.

The moral of the story is: It’s not easy being Leon.
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Necronomicon World Tour