Heartbreak

Art climbed into the hospital bed with her.

But as soon as his skin touched hers, the room changed.

He straddled her. Her knees lifted to accommodate him.

Art gasped. His eyes rolled back.

-I feel it, he choked out. In my chest.

He grabbed his own ribs, her sex dripping where his heart had been.

Becca felt it too. She clenched, and then he did.

She pulled him into her

The connection was instant. Violent.

As he filled her body, the sensation doubled in her mind.

-Yes, Art hissed.

He thrust desperately.

Every time he hit her, a shockwave went through them.

The bed groaned.

-Harder, Becca screamed. -Break it!

Art slammed into her.

The bed collapsed.

They crashed to the floor. Tangled in sheets and wires.

Art kept moving, pushing, digging into her.

His face twisted.

He clutched his chest.

-It’s flooding me, he screamed.

Becca looked up.

He was heaving, convulsing.

He started to gargle as if drowning.

-He's having a heart attack, the thin woman yelled.

Art’s body went prone and he retched.

A thick, clear fluid erupted from his lips.

It spilled down his chin. Soaking his neck. Smelling of her.

The phantom organ in his chest was coming up his throat.

He convulsed, spitting out mouthfuls of her juices.

The thin woman lunged. She held another syringe. The needle was even longer.

She jammed it directly into Art’s heart.

He froze, his eyed widened then went dead as he collapsed onto the wreckage of the bed.

Becca reached for him.

-Art?

The Amazons grabbed her and pulled her away from her as she clawed.