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All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

Whenever the phone rang, Sam felt a jolt of fear course through her body.

Three months had passed since she survived the Bailey family's murderous rampage. She hoped that with the last remnants of Richie's messed up family gone, she could enjoy a time of peace with her friends, and with her Tara. Her protective instincts kicked in as she thought about Tara and listened to her phone ring. Her hand trembled as she grabbed the device and checked the ID. She sighed with relief when she saw that it was Mindy's number.

''Hello?'' Sam answered.

''Hey,'' Mindy said cheerfully. ''Sorry that Chad and I couldn't make it. But, we wanted to reach out and wish the most awesome birthday possible to Tara.''

Sam smiled. ''Well, I will let her know once she's back.''

''Oh? She's not with you now?''

''No, she wanted to spend some time with her friends from college for a bit.''

She heard Mindy trying to suppress a laugh from the other side of the phone line. ''I'm still trying to get used to you not being her warden 24/7.''

''I was not that bad…'' Sam stated. After a moment to ponder, she grimaced and dropped down onto the sofa with a disgruntled moan. ''Was I?''

''How honest do you want me to be?''

Sam giggled and brushed her hair out of her face. Glancing over at the clock, she saw that it was getting closer to nine in the evening. Tara was due back within the next hour or so. Her chest felt warm upon thinking about her. Nineteen years old. Tara was a young woman now. Elation and fright overwhelmed her. Sam was still coming to terms with how much Tara had grown. She was strong, independent and brilliant. But, she still wanted Sam in her life, especially after recent events. They were a team. They would also be part of the Core Four. However, Sam wondered if Tara and her were closer. Her lips curled into a mischievous grin as she recalled the times someone wouldn't recognize her and mistake her for Tara's girlfriend. Tara would tease them by playing along and saying that Sam was her wonderful partner. It was harmless banter; nothing more. Yet, it left Sam curious. What if they were something else? How would their lives have played out if she didn't return to Tara's life and they were as distant as strangers before bonding?

She didn't know why these kinds of thoughts came to her. She shrugged them off and focused on her conversation with Mindy. ''Tara should be back soon. Did you want to keep chatting until then?''

''I'd love to, you know I would. But, Kirby and I are about to head out now.''

''Don't have too much fun.''

''Oh, you know we're going to have all kinds of fun!'' Mindy snorted, earning an amused laugh from Sam. ''What did you get for Tara, anyway?''

''Ha, it was tough to find. Despite everything we've been through, Tara still enjoys horror movies. So, I managed to track down this old film from the 80s, I think. It's supposed to be some underappreciated classic that's picked up a cult following recently. Everyone is talking about it on TikTok. It looks like a lot of static shots of corridors and windows. But, I think it's something Tara would enjoy.''

She heard Mindy musing. ''That does sound familiar. What's the name of the film?''

''Uh…'' Sam thought for a moment. ''It's some weird title…oh, Deux Elephants!''

The line went silent. ''Oh…''

Sam flinched. She leaned forward on the sofa. ''What do you mean oh?''

''N-nothing,'' Mindy stammered. It sounded like she was rushing around, trying to distract herself as she tried to form a coherent sentence which Sam was barely able to understand. ''There's no oh! That is an…it's a film that does have a following, yes.''

''Yeah, it's apparently elevated horror before elevated horror was a thing,'' Sam pretended that she could see Mindy clearly and glared at her. ''Is there something about this film I should know?''

More stutters followed from her friend. After a few seconds of fumbling, Mindy was able to breathe and regain her composure. ''Look, it's not like this is a cursed videotape. I just assumed that since you went through so much effort to track it down, you know about the film's contents. It shouldn't be a big deal. Anyway, our ride is here. Gotta go! Peace out!''

''Wait, Mind…'' Sam couldn't even finish her sentence before Mindy cut off the call. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. ''You're expecting me to not watch the film after that? Yeah, right.''

XXX

Sam set herself down on the bed and turned on her laptop. She quickly found the downloaded copy of the film and pressed play. Her heart was racing, fearing what she was about to witness. It shouldn't have been that big of a deal. But, she was worried that this gift wouldn't be suitable for Tara. She wanted to make this a wonderful day for her. Finding this film made it feel like the stars had aligned. Now, Sam scolded herself for not digging deeper into what this film was about. She knew about the basic premise; two women who were trapped in a house with some unknown entity stalking them as the windows and the doors around them disappeared. It sounded like something Tara would find thrilling. What could be in this film that would spook Mindy?

Ten minutes in…nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The setup was standard. The two women were introduced, along with the layout of the house. There was a tense atmosphere that filled Sam with dread. But, that was typical for a moody horror film like this. Despite the growing tension that prickled her skin as the scares started to take shape, Sam found comfort in viewing the fictional relationship between the on-screen stars. They reminded her of how Sam and Tara acted. The oldest was very protective. They cared for each other through the night as the doors and windows vanished before their very eyes.

''The effects are okay,'' Sam whispered to herself, trying to distract herself from the frights.

Twenty minutes in…this seemed like the usual fare Sam expected when watching a film like this. She was glad there was no cheap jump scares. The movie relied on building tension and making her care for the girls. Then, it was confirmed by an off-hand comment from the younger one that the older one was trans. Sam raised her brow. She was surprised to see something like this from a horror film in the 80s being treated with respect. Once again, she could somewhat relate. Although Sam was Intersex, not trans, she could relate to being born different from what was considered the standard societal norm.

Sam thought of Tara. She would always encourage Sam to be herself. She'd lash out at anyone who tried to heckle Sam for how she was born. Sam smiled in amusement. Tara would fight anyone if it meant protecting her, despite being half the size of everyone around her.

Thirty minutes into the film and Sam was beginning to wonder if Mindy had mistaken this film for something else. The only other noteworthy thing that Sam could point out was the closeness between the onscreen girls. The chemistry between the actresses was stellar.

Oh no…had she become a shipper?

Thirty-five minutes…the girls were getting closer. Too close. What was happening?

Forty minutes…why are they looking at each other like that? Sam was leaning forward and watching on with great intrigue. They weren't going down this route…were they?

Forty-five minutes into the film…it happened.

Sam gasped when she saw the girls kiss. This had to be a dream sequence. There had already been a few of those. Although, the scenes intended to bring the two characters closer and bond. Sam was in shock as their embrace intensified. Now, she was beginning to understand why this became an underground film. This most certainly would not have been allowed to fly with mainstream audiences. She felt somewhat saddened. Sam could see the attraction between them as the make-out scene dragged on for longer than expected and became hotter with every passing second. Sam felt short of breath as the girls began to strip and full-on nudity was shown.

''How long is this going to go on for?'' Sam questioned.

The clothes came off and Sam couldn't believe how quickly things had escalated. The girls were making love on a bed, not too dissimilar to Sam's. A strange coincidence that didn't help with Sam's mood. She gulped and froze when she noticed something between the older woman's legs. Either that was a very convincing prosthetic, or the filmmakers really hired a woman with a dick to play the part. Sam had to give them kudos. There wasn't much representation like that in films like this. The cast and crew weren't holding back. The actresses were fully on board with this. Their passion looked real. Sam could practically see the love hearts in their eyes. Then, things escalated further. They were having sex. It looked so convincing.

There was the rational part of Sam's brain that wanted to look for a slip in the details to try and convince herself that this was all stage. However, she was too enamoured with the erotic display to care. She felt a tension rising between her legs. Fuck. She was getting hard. She couldn't remember the last time a film turned her on like this. Actually…no film had ever had this effect on her. For a brief second…Sam thought of herself and Tara in this position. Her cock twitched in response. Her erection was threatening to burst through her pants. The aching need to stroke herself was becoming too much for her.

''Fuck it!''

Sam moved her laptop further down the bed and spread her legs. She quickly unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down just enough for her thick, long cock to spring into view. A sense of relief swept over her as she curled her fingers around the shaft and began to pump it. The sex scene continued. The girls had moved into a doggy-style position. The older girl was ramming her cock in and out of the other girl's pussy. Sam witness every detail. Her chest heaved uncontrollably as her heart raced. When the younger one turned her head, Sam pictured Tara's face plastered over her lewd expression. Sam imagined herself mounting Tara from behind and fucking her without restraint. Sam threw her head back and moaned at the thought. She used her other hand to cup her balls. The quicker she did this, the more time she had to get ready before Tara…

''Sam?''

Tara's voice cut through the air, followed by a gentle knock on Sam's bedroom door.

''Shit!'' Sam cursed as she tried to ignore the painful need to climax and pull up her pants. But, her full length was too big to hide convincingly. She heard the door handle being pulled down. In a flash, Sam grabbed one of her pillows and placed it over her lap. There was just enough time for her to stop the film before Tara saw what she was watching.

When the door opened and Tara stepped inside, she saw that Sam was hunched over her laptop with a flushed face. Tara tried not to smirk. ''What are you up to?''

''Nothing!'' Sam blurted out. ''I was watching a movie and I didn't hear you come in. I didn't expect you back until after ten.''

''It is after ten,'' Tara stated. ''Besides, I wanted to come back before my birthday was officially over. I'm sorry that I didn't get to spend more time with you.''

''Hey, I think you've seen enough of me these past few months.''

Tara knew what Sam was referring to, but smiled anyway. She marched over and sat on the edge of the bed, missing the way Sam shifted slightly further and clutched onto the pillow more tightly. ''You know what I mean. I appreciate you letting me spend more time with my friends, but it's not a tug-of-war. I can balance my time. And I still think about the birthdays I had when you weren't around.''

''I'm sorry…''

''I'm not blaming you for that. I'm not angry. I was. But, it's water under the bridge now. I know you'll be here for me. And I'm always going to be by your side too.'' Tara leaned in and kissed Sam on the cheek.

Sam blushed. A surge of excitement travelled through her body. She pushed the pillow down harder on her lap, trying to quell the tension that was rising between her legs. Her only chance of salvation would be to retreat to the bathroom when Tara wasn't looking. But, just when it seemed like she was about to get that opportunity, Tara's eyes went to her laptop screen.

''You're watching Deux Elephants?''

Sam's blood ran cold. She thought she had switched the film off, but it was only paused. Thankfully, the screen did not display anything naughty, cutting to a quick shot of the ceiling. Sam had never been so relieved to be watching a film where 50% of the runtime was dedicated to looking at the empty corners of a room.

''Uh…yeah…I got it for you as a birthday gift!''

Tara turned to Sam in puzzlement. ''What do you mean? Are you not watching this on Netflix?''

Sam blinked. ''It's on Netflix?''

''You have to dig deep down into Netflix jail, but yes…'' Tara's eyes widened in realization. ''Wait, did you buy a copy without knowing it was streaming?''

''I spent so much time and money trying to get this!'' Sam groaned.

Tara burst out into laughter. ''Oh my god! You didn't check to see if the film was on any streaming service first?''

''The way everyone talked about it, I thought it was some form of lost media. I wanted to surprise you by managing to track it down and showing it to you when you got home.''

Even though Sam was frustrated to no end, Tara's infectious smile never faltered. She rested her head on Sam's shoulder and nudged her gently. ''Streaming sucks. If it gets taken down, we can't get it back. But, having it physically means that it's now ours. You did that for me. Thank you. So, don't let it get to you.''

Tara hoped to lighten the mood with more playful banter. She grabbed the pillow from Sam's lap to whack her with it…in doing so, exposed all 14 inches of Sam's throbbing erection. To say that Tara was startled would be an understatement. The second Sam's cock was revealed, her eyes were drawn to the thick shaft. Sam gasped and tried to cover herself. But, her hands failed to hide the impressive length. Tara was fully aware of the package between her legs. However, she hadn't seen it since they were kids who were hosed under the shower by their mother. Seeing Sam like this made Tara's throat hitch. They were adults now.

The corner of Tara's lip curled upward as she gazed at the laptop screen. ''Ah…you're up to that bit.''

Sam sighed. There was no point hiding this now. She slowly moved her hands away and reached down so that she could pull up her pants. ''I'm sorry.''

Before she could hike her pants, she felt Tara's hand over hers, stopping her in her tracks. She tensed and locked eyes with the younger woman. ''I'm not.''

Tara's voice was no louder than a whisper and laced with sensuality. Sam felt short of breath as she watched Tara reach over to the laptop and hit the play button. The sex scene continued where it had left off. The trans woman's dick was rested on the back of her lover. The screen crackled with film grain, showing the movie's age. Yet, Sam and Tara could see hidden details, such as the way her shaft was dripping with wetness. Sam gulped when she noticed Tara's eyes flicking back and forth between her cock and the screen as if she was comparing them.

Tara turned to Sam and smiled. ''Yours is bigger.''

Sam shuddered and tried to avoid eye contact. Her resistance dwindled. ''The actresses…are they?''

''The things they're doing to each other are very real.''

''Whoa…''

''Yep! And it wasn't the director's idea. The actresses insisted on making the scenes as real as possible to help with the authenticity of their onscreen relationship.''

Sam was finding it near impossible to focus on what Tara was saying as she realized that Tara's hand was still hovering dangerously close to her cock. It felt like Tara's fingers were drifting closer, almost within touching distance. Sam's throat went dry as she returned her gaze to the film. However, that didn't help her mood in the slightest. Her jaw dropped as she saw that the stars were engaging in oral foreplay. The trans woman was getting an eager and sloppy blowjob from a close-up angle.

''It worked,'' Sam stammered. ''Their chemistry was all I could think about.''

Tara turned sharply. ''What about the other aspects? Did you pick up on the other hidden themes of the movie?''

''Other themes? Half the film is drawn-out shots of walls and empty spaces.''

She felt Tara's intense glare burning into her skin. ''This is why we stopped having movie nights together. You can't look beyond what's on screen and appreciate the subtext.''

Opening her mouth to respond, a small gasp escaped from Sam instead. Tara's fingers were on the verge of reaching her cock. She was definitely moving closer. Sam felt her heart racing at a growing pace. The rest of the world seemed to slow to a crawl as she listened to the sensual sounds coming from the laptop and saw Tara's eyes dilate.

''Then again…'' she grinned mischievously at Sam. ''It looks like you were very appreciative of what you were watching.''

Tara's whole body moved closer. Her face was right on top of Sam's dick. Sam squirmed but didn't push away. ''What are you doing?''

There was a short pause before Tara answered. ''Finishing what you started.''

Finally, her hand grasped the shaft, eliciting sweet moans of approval from Sam. She knew that they shouldn't be doing this, but she wasn't going to stop her, especially when she started moving her hand up and down the pulsating member. Tara couldn't even get her fingers to coil around the thick girth. Her hand glided across the shaft, using the pre-cum that had dribbled out of the tip as lubrication.

''Do you want to break the fourth wall with me?'' Tara purred.

Sam's eyes darted to the screen. There was an intense deepthroating session that seemed to have gone on for ages. Sam pictured herself and Tara in those positions. She was giving her the chance to turn that fantasy into a reality.

There was only one way Sam was going to respond.

''Yes!''

Tara's smile widened. ''Do you want me to suck your big cock?''

''Fuck, please!''

The lustful tone in Tara's voice was making Sam suffocate. She felt Tara's grip on her cock tighten around the base as she lowered her head. Tara dragged her tongue up the underside of her long shaft. Sam moaned as she felt Tara's lips around the head of her cock, engulfing it. Tara began to bob her head. Her lips slid further down, taking Sam's cock inch-by-inch. The sound of her sloppy blowjob echoed throughout the bedroom. The tip of the massive shaft was stabbing the back of Tara's throat, yet she had only managed to take half of it in her mouth. She smiled around the girth. Her excitement knew no bounds as she deepthroated Sam over and over again. She gagged on Sam's cock repeatedly. Sam ran her hand through Tara's head, wanting to lift her head if she found that she was struggling. However, Tara was showing no sign of wanting to slow down. She did hesitate as she worked her way down until her lips were touching the hilt. The slight bulge in her neck showed that she had taken Sam's cock down her throat.

''Oh, Tara…'' Sam cried out.

When Tara pulled away to breathe, there was a bridge of saliva that connected her mouth to Sam's cock. Her chin was shimmering with saliva and pre-cum. She smiled and kissed her way down the shaft once again before finding her way to Sam's balls. She licked them eagerly before taking one in her mouth. She slurped on it for a short while before repeating the action with the other one. Sam glanced at the laptop and saw that the film was portraying a similar scene. Tara was copying the actions of the characters. She took both of Sam's balls in her mouth and ran her tongue all over them. Upon releasing them with a loud pop, Tara rubbed her face against them, mewling with delight.

''You're so big, Sam…'' she whispered huskily as she kissed her way back to the tip. ''God, I've wanted to suck your cock for so long.''

''Really?''

Tara nodded, licking the slit and lapping up the pre-cum that dribbled out of the opening. ''I've had so many wet dreams about getting on my knees for you. Although, even in my dreams, I didn't imagine you'd be this big. I can't wait to feel you in my pussy.''

Sam grunted. ''Fuck, Tara! What are you doing to me?''

''Isn't it obvious?'' Tara stroked Sam's shaft and batted her big eyes playfully. ''I'm doing what I've always wanted to do…you! I've always wanted you, Sam. I wished that I had you sooner. If I'd have known that you wanted me, I'd have let you take me.''

''I didn't know…''

''Are you sure?'' Tara teased. She took Sam's cock back into her mouth and sucked hard. ''I've seen the way you look at me. When I bend over, you've stared at my ass. I even wore shorter skirts cause I knew. I've thought about your cock getting hard for me.''

''Tara…'' Sam thrust her hips, driving her cock in and out of Tara's mouth at a quickening pace. She didn't know how much longer she was going to last.

''You were always so protective of me. You were like my knight in shining armor coming to rescue me…'' Tara said softly. Her eyes were hazed with last, contrasting with her sweet tone. ''It was a fantasy of mine that you would pick me up in your arms and carry me into the bedroom…so that you could fuck me all night long.''

Feeling her resolve break, Sam grabbed a fistful of Tara's hair and forced her down onto her cock. She face-fucked her relentlessly. The wet sounds of Tara choking reverberated off the walls. Tara placed her hands on Sam's thighs and moved her head under her hold. Her strength and ferocity made Tara moan with pleasure. She sucked and kissed and licked with no sign of stopping. Animalistic grunts rolled off Sam's tongue. She had transformed into a feral beast with needs that had to be satisfied.

She pulled Tara off her cock. Tara was beaming as she panted heavily. ''That's it, daddy! Make me yours.''

The comment triggered a switch inside Sam. She never would have imagined that she would hear Tara talk like this or see her in this state. Yet, she looked completely in her element. She was already trying to lean down so that she could suck her cock again. But, Sam held her back. Tara whimpered and tried again to take the shaft back into her mouth, only to be met with more resistance from Sam. At first, Tara feared that she had gone too far and Sam wasn't losing the motivation to go any further. However, when she saw the light gleam in Sam's eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat.

''Beg for it!''

Tara moaned. ''Please, daddy.''

''More.''

''Please, let me suck your dick! Sam, I want you so badly it hurts! I need to have your fucking cock inside me! Give it to me, daddy!''

Placing both of her hands behind Tara's head, Sam forced her down onto her cock, spearing her throat mercilessly. The film was forgotten as they descended into lust-filled bliss. Sam moved to her knees and rammed her cock in and out of Tara's mouth. Tara reached around to cup Sam's ass and assist her. The continuous assault down Tara's throat continued for a little while longer until Sam felt ready to hit her peak.

''Get ready!'' Sam growled. ''Pull your head back and stroke me. I want to cum on your face!''

Tara didn't hesitate. She followed Sam's instructions and fisted Sam's long cock whilst keeping the tip pointed at her face. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue just as Sam came undone. Threads of thick cum blasted from the slip and covered Tara's lewd expression completely. Her face was painted with Sam's delectable seed. The strands that hit her tongue were enthusiastically swallowed.

The sight made Sam's mind go numb. Tara looked up at her with a cum-drenched face, smiling happily as she licked her lips. ''Did I do good, daddy?''

''Yes, you did!''

Tara smiled with joy. She pulled Sam down and crashed their lips together. Sam almost didn't register the taste of her own release as she was trying to comprehend the fact that she and Tara were kissing. The shock was quickly discarded as Sam returned the passionate embrace. Their hands roamed each other's bodies as Sam pulled Tara into her lap and stripped her. Their clothes were flung across the room as Tara was tossed into the bed. Sam climbed on top of her and, amid their fiery kiss, caressed Tara's body. She cupped Tara's perky breasts, pinching her hardened nipples, eliciting more sweet moans from Tara.

''Sam…'' she moaned.

Sam kissed her way down to Tara's neck, sucking hard on one spot so that a hickey would be left behind. ''You're mine!''

Tara's eyes rolled back and she arched her back so that her body would grind against Sam's. She felt so small in comparison. Sam towered over her. She could pick Tara up and do whatever she wanted with her. The thought made Tara so wet. She tried to reach down between her legs to ease the aching between her legs…only to be stopped by Sam as she grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.

''No…please…'' Tara cried out. ''I need it.''

''I know you do,'' Sam whispered in a low voice. ''And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to make you cum, baby girl.''

''Yes, daddy!''

However, before Sam did anything, she raised her head and stared at Tara. ''Where did the daddy kink come from?''

Tara stopped and shrugged. ''I don't know. You just have daddy energy.''

''Oh…'' Sam paused. ''You don't mind the baby girl comment, do you?''

''Absolutely fucking not!''

Sam grinned wickedly. Her confidence was restored as she crawled down Tara's body and pulled her legs far apart. ''Then let daddy take care of you.''

Tara threw her head back and screamed when she felt Sam drag her tongue up and down her soaked pussy. She immediately locked her legs around Sam's head and kept her face buried between her legs. Sam lapped up Tara's flowing juices. In no time, her chin was drenched with Tara's wetness. She thrust her tongue past Tara's entrance and began to fuck her, forcing her tongue in and out at a growing pace. Her fingers raked down Tara's thigh before cupping her backside. Tara clawed at the bedsheets as she felt her hips being lifted. Her legs dangled from Sam's shoulders. The top half of her back was resting on the bed as Sam devored her pussy whilst holding the lower half of her body up. Tara could just barely see the curve of Sam's biceps as she hoisted her.

''Yes! Yes! Yes!'' Tara cried out. She thrashed around as she was sent spiralling down a vortex of euphoria.

Sam could hold Tara in this position with one hand; her other hand returned to her cock to fist it. The sound of her jerking off reached Tara's ears and she moaned with pleasure. Sam moved her tongue expertly; moving it in and out, from side to side, and in a circular motion. Every movement was designed to tip Tara over the edge. Tara tried to hold out for as long as possible. But, it was impossible. No one had treated her this well. Her toes curled and her screams reached the heavens as she transcended and squirted all over Sam's face. Sam did not stop licking her clean, wanting to taste Tara's juices until she was completely spent.

As Tara came down from her blissful high, Sam gently set her back down on the bed and looked at her with a confident smile. ''Satisfied?''

Tara's chest heaved. ''How the fuck…''

Sam looked somewhat hesitant. She sighed as her shoulders slouched. ''Quinn…''

''Oh…'' Tara groaned. It wasn't an easy subject to talk about. ''I kinda had a feeling that you two did something.''

''She saw me come out of the shower one time and practically pounced on me. If I'd have known…'' Sam looked away, unable to finish her sentence.

''Fuck her…I mean, not literally, you already did. Just…don't let that get you down. If it's any consolation, me and her did it too.''

Sam's eyes shot back in Tara's direction. ''That slut!''

''Hey, we hate her cause she was a serial killer, not because she was sex-positive…'' Tara sat up once she was able to find the strength in her legs again. She smirked and leaned closer until her lips were a whisper away from Sam's. ''Besides, if you really wanted to have your own personal slut, you should have come to me.''

Not wanting to let the past bring her down, Sam thought only about Tara. She smiled and tilted her head, bringing her lips within touching distance of Tara's. ''You want to be my slut?''

''Your slut. Your whore. Your baby girl. You can call me whatever you want. You can do whatever you want.''

Sam moaned sensually. ''Get on your hands and knees.''

Tara gave her a quick peck on the cheek before obeying her command. She got into position and raised her ass in the air, wiggling it at Sam, tempting her. Sam didn't need more enticement. She was already committed to Tara; mind, body and soul. She mounted her from behind, grabbing her hip with one hand whilst guiding her cock to Tara's entrance with the other. Tara braced herself as she felt the head slowly being inserted. Her pussy was stretched by the immense thickness. She cried out and tried to buck against Sam, but she held her tight and kept her from moving.

''Patience, baby girl,'' Sam whispered as she leaned over Tara and kissed the back of her ear. ''I don't want to hurt you. We're going to take this slow. Once you're comfortable, I'll fuck you hard. Okay?''

Tara nodded. ''Please, daddy. I need you.''

Sam reached around to caress her cheek and turn her head. Their eyes locked and their lips met. ''You have me.''

Tara's heart skipped a beat again. Sam wrapped her arms around Tara's body protectively. She eased herself forward, pushing her cock deeper inside Tara's pussy. Tara balled her fist and clutched the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white. Sam reached out and held Tara's hand, helping her through the initial discomfort. She knew that she was big for any woman, let alone Tara. She thrust her hips back and forth as slowly as possible, carefully pushing the full length of her cock inside. Once she was fully embedded within her, Sam stalled her movements and waited. Tara mewled as her pussy became accustomed to the girth stretching her pussy out like never before. None of her previous partners could compare to Sam's size.

But, it wasn't just that. Sam's caring nature was unlike any other lover. She stroked Tara's back and brushed her hand with her thumb. She peppered kisses along the back of Tara's neck and shoulders; cooing sweet words into her ear as the seconds passed. ''You're doing so well, baby girl. You've taken my cock so well.''

Tara smiled and glanced over her shoulder to lock eyes with Sam. She nodded. ''I'm ready.''

With her permission, Sam bucked her hips, slowly strengthening the speed and strength of her thrusts. Tara cried out with every collision. Her body trembled under Sam's power. As she watched Sam fuck her more intensely, she marvelled at the view. Sweat sheened all over Sam's tall, lean build. She had been working out. A person had to remain in top shape if they wanted to outwit masked serial killers. Her arms clenched as she held Tara's hips, showcasing her biceps. Just below her bouncing breasts, Tara could detect a hint of a six-pack on Sam's stomach. Her physical prowess was mouth-watering, especially as she rammed herself against Tara's backside over and over again. Tara's ass cheeks jiggled with each impact.

''Spank me, daddy!'' Tara moaned.

Sam brought her hand down hard on Tara's ass, earning a loud whimper from her lover. Tara looked at her once again and smiled. Without needing to say another word, Sam knew that Tara wanted more. She smacked her ass a few more times as she fucked her harder and faster. Her balls were swinging and crashing against Tara. The bed beneath them creaked as Tara felt powerless to do anything other than let Sam mount her. She was being pinned down to the mattress and railed like there was no tomorrow.

''Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me hard! Don't stop fucking me!''

Spurred on by Tara's screams of joy, Sam ruthlessly gave her everything. ''Scream for me!''

The restraint was gone. The killer instincts buried within her had been unchained. Her hips moved like a blur as she drove her cock as far inside Tara as she could reach. She made Tara quake. Tara's ass was red from the constant spanking. Yet, she demanded more from Sam. Their craving for each other was endless. They were truly the perfect match for each other.

After everything that has happened between them, they thought that they would never find love with anyone. The events that they had been through meant that they couldn't be close to people without risking their lives. But, they had each other. They had been through so much and were willing to fight for each other to the bitter end. Nothing could tear them apart. This cruel world could throw an army of Ghostfaces at them, but they would keep going for each other.

''I love you, Tara!'' Sam yelled.

Tara looked back at her. ''I love you too, Sam!''

They kissed again. Their lips remained locked as they made love to each other. Tara's entire body quivered as she reached her climax before she had even realized it. She rode through the waves of her orgasm against Sam's cock. Sam kissed her and held her hand through it. The hard fucking coupled with the soft touches were unlike anything Tara had ever experienced. She couldn't stop herself from crying tears of joy.

''Tara…'' Sam grunted. Her thrusts became slower and more erratic. ''I'm about to…''

''Cum inside me!''

There was no hesitation from either of them. Sam kept thrusting until she couldn't hold back any longer. She pumped her thick load deep inside Tara, filling her to the brim. Tara backed herself into Sam's groin, wanting to feel every inch of Sam inside her.

Tara collapsed onto the bed with Sam holding her from behind. Tara nestled herself into Sam's arms and sighed with delight. ''You know that we're just taking a small break. I'm going to ride you all night long.''

''I am aware,'' Sam kissed the top of Tara's head. ''But, rest for now. We've got the whole night ahead of us.''

''No, we've got our whole lives ahead of us.''

Sam smiled. For the first time in a very long time, she not only felt safe…but also happy. There was nowhere else she'd rather be than right here with Tara. ''Happy Birthday.''

Before they had a chance to enjoy the moment, they heard static moaning coming from below the bed. They had completely forgotten that the film was still playing. Their inspiration from it had ascended into something more. ''Are you going to get that?'' Tara asked.

Sam shook her head and held Tara's body more tightly. ''I don't want to move. Let it play out. I'm sure that it's nearly finished.''

''Actually, it's still got another four hours.''

Sam lifted herself and stared at Tara. ''What? Why does a film need to be five hours long?''

''There's an intermission in the middle.''

''You expected me to sit and watch a film like this that was that long?''

''Well, it's my birthday and it's what I wanted to do…'' Tara grinned impishly. She ran her finger over Sam's chest, just above her cleavage. ''Unless you can think of something else to keep us occupied for the next five hours?''

Sam pulled Tara towards her and smirked. ''I can think of a few things.''