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October is Poe's favorite month— the chilling breeze that gives him an excuse to wear a million layers of clothing on his tall body, and the color change in the leaves. Autumn is a beautiful season, and he loves it more than anything else. Obviously, there's winter too, and the blessing of never having to leave his house because of all the snow, but the fall gives Poe a reason to live. It's spooky season, afterall.
Halloween was also a major factor in his love for October. A whole day dedicated to terrifying movies, and people wouldn't give him much shit for being a 'creep', which just meant Poe was behaving the normal way he does. People don't get him, and they never will. Oh, and most importantly, there are cute kiddies dressed in costumes going from house to house for candy.
Poe knew he was being a disgusting pervert whenever he ogled at kids from his window, sometimes having the confidence to pass out candy from his front door and interact with the kids himself. It was all too embarrassing, and he attempted to steer clear from even touching hands with an innocent little girl, knowing he was hard the whole time he gave them candy. He was such a pervert.
So, he just stared instead of touched.
When the sacred day rolled around for another year, Ranpo had other plans.
"Isn't she just soooo cute?" The detective asked with a wide grin split at his lips, running his hands over your sides. You huffed from the contact, a pouty expression on your face that was enough to make them weak to their knees. Poe, with the remaining pieces of his dignity, tried to stay to his morals.
"Ranpo, I— I don't think we should be doing this."
"On the fourth day of our truce, you begged me to lend all my loli hentai to you, freak." Ranpo's tongue swirled over the lollipop in his mouth, continuing to squeeze your hips playfully. You squirm in his lap, causing him to groan from the sensation of you grinding into his erection. "Ugh, both of you are perverts." You shake your head. "I can't stand either of you."
To spite your words, you had a stupid smile on your face. "You guys realize how old I am, right?"
"Yeah, you're 10." Ranpo presses a kiss to your hairline, wrapping his arms around you to firmly hold you in his lap. Poe gulps from the mention of your age, unable to keep himself from salivating over your tiny body. "Consider yourself lucky, little lady," he teased. "I usually go for younger ones."
"Disgusting." You sighed, your cheeks flooded with heat. The writer shifted his weight slightly, his cock throbbing in his pants. God. He's always wanted this, desperate to have a little girl spread her legs for him and allow herself to be ragdolled by his cock slamming into her cunny. He craves it as much as he wants a little girl to cover him in spit, mark his pretty porcelain skin with purple bruises. Poe can't even admire your haughty personality without getting an erection, knowing he's fallen far from salvation as possible.
"Aww, come on! You know you love it." The detective hummed, bucking his hips into yours. Poe watches with hungry eyes, feeling immense guilt for being such a depraved freak. He's not getting out of this, is he? A sigh leaves him, knowing he has nothing to say. Well, what is there to say? What can he even do? The thought of yelling at Ranpo to get out of his house— oh, it's not even a possibility.
"I don't even know what I'm consenting to," you complain, trying to make a point about the inherent wrongness of the situation. "That just makes it better, doesn't it?" He continued to tease, leaning in to kiss you on the lips. "Besides, you know what we want to do to you."
"Oh? I do?"
Both of you shift your gazes to Poe, who immediately tenses from the way your eyes bore into him, making his throat dry. "Please," he mutters weakly. "I- I don't—"
"Well? What do you want to do to me, mister?"
Poe went quiet, imagining all the things he'd do to a little brat like you. Shoving his cock into your mouth until it met the back of your throat would be too embarrassing—
"I- I want to fuck you."
And isn't it so wonderful, that he's finally gotten his wish after all these years of guilty palming himself to 10 year olds like you. You're straddling Ranpo's face while Poe is kneeling before your backside, taking in the delicious sight of your little hips pumping back and forth. "A-ah, fuck, you're really that hungry for kid pussy?" You can't help but mock, clutching onto the detective's hair for support.
He muffles out something you prefer would not to understand, feeling the flat of his tongue flicking against your clit, allowing for you to curve your spine upright to give into the sensation. Poe squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his erection into you. A gasp leaves you, and you tug onto Ranpo's hair, giving the other adult a glare. "Don't you feel bad from how hard you are?"
"Yes, I do." Poe breathed, sweat trickling down his forehead. "You don't know how long I've wanted this." He stroked himself haphazardly before grabbing your hips and pushing his weight up against you once more, forcing you to moan when he slips his dick between your cheeks, grinding himself back and forth. "Pervert." Ranpo smiles, his nails digging into your thighs. "You wanna pound her lil' cunny until she's a bleeding mess, don't you?"
"Fuck," Poe grips his shaft, addicted to the way you tense from him brushing his dick over your asshole. "Please, I— I can't take this." His cockhead is damp with precum, dripping onto your skin. You bite your lip, and push yourself into him, making him gasp. "Aww, of course you can! What, gonna cum all over yourself like a desperate loser just because Ranpo is eating me out?"
The detective continues to glide his tongue between your folds, inhaling your intoxicating scent deeply. "Fuuuck, you're so cute, baby." Ranpo knows he's the scum of the Earth for touching a young lil' thing like you, but he knows he can do much worse. "And you taste fucking delicious." He hums, and Poe huffs, his face flushed in embarrassment from how humiliated he feels.
Of course, Ranpo has to comment on it. "Awww, what's wrong, Poe? Jealous?" He giggles, patting your back. You instinctively get up, and meet Poe's gaze. "You're so fucking hard, it makes me wanna puke." You shake your head, grabbing his shaft and squeezing it in your tiny hands. Poe groans, his dick twitching in your fingers. Another laugh leaves Ranpo, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. "What a pretty lil' kiddy whore."
You spit on your hand and smear it across his cock, taking delight in making him shiver. Ranpo grabs your flat chest, playing with your nipples until they pebble in his fingers, causing him to press his dick right against your ass as you play with his friend's hardened dick. "Hey, Ranpy?" You hum.
"What is it, sugar tits?"
You scoff, figuring it's better than the other nicknames he's called you in the past. A little mind like yours can't register how low someone can go. "Can you hand me that knife?" Ranpo smiles smugly as he reaches over to the one left carelessly on the table. On the other hand, Poe paused, his cock continuing to pulse in your hand. "What- what are you going to do with it?" He stammered, imagining you holding the sharp end to his throat. Oh. Fuck. That would be—
"You'll see," you answer as you take the knife from Ranpo, glancing back to Poe's sweating face. "Aww, why are you shaking? You're not scared, are you?" The soft sound of your voice and the sight of the shining blade are enough to make his head spin, his heart pounding inside his chest. "Of course not." He frowned. "Why would I be afraid of a 10 year old little girl, just because she's holding a knife?"
"What are you waiting for, honey? Go mutilate the pervert." Ranpo encourages you, palming himself through his pants at the sight of you lowering the knife to Poe's cheek, slicing it gently. "Rip his guts out too." He leans on his elbow, licking his lips as blood trickles from the tiny cut you made on his porcelain flesh. "Fuck." Poe breathed, looking at you. "Please, sweetie." You were his dream come true, a manifestation of all his fucked up desires. A world made up of nothing but rotten meat. A 10 year old little girl being the only source of light.
You sat down on Poe's face, moaning from the sensation of his tongue carding through your folds. Poe was oh, so, so hungry, feeling you trail the blade against his exposed skin. His lips wrapped around your clit, leaking blood with every movement of the knife. "Ah, that feels so nice!" Rocking your hips, you hear Ranpo jacking off behind you. His breathing is ragged and his forehead is disgustingly stained with sweat. Both of them are depraved freaks— you can't wait to ruin both of them.
Lifting his shirt, you thrust the knife into his stomach. A loud scream erupts from his mouth, earning Ranpo's hand to fasten around his cock. "Fuck, fuck, that's so fucking good. Keep fucking him up, princess." The detective mumbles, keeping his eyes locked on the way you move the knife in and out of Poe's stomach, his eyes wet with tears as you twist it inside his guts. "Oh, please, little one– don't, fuck, don't stop!"
"Don't worry, I'll knifefuck your pretty guts until they're completely destroyed." You say with a wide smile split at your lips, splitting the adult in half with the knife. Ranpo can't take it anymore, sitting down beside you and crashing his lips against yours, forcing Poe to watch. He buzzes with a feeling of possession, while also feeling pleased that he's spending these depraved movements with his loved ones. Poe lets out a confused groan when you pull the knife out. "I'll be right back," you stand up and walk off somewhere, leaving Poe alone with Ranpo, who pushes a finger into his open wound.
Tears rolled down the author's cheeks, his body screaming with agony. His guts were visible, leaking through the hole you so sweetly gave him. He bucked his hips upwards, giving into Ranpo's finger pumping in and out of it. "Fuck, you feel so squishy." Ranpo bites his lip, watching as you come back with a chainsaw in your small hands. "Holy fuck, you really are a sadist." He smirked.
You click your tongue impulsively, pouting at the grown man's words. "Both of you were asking for it." You say, setting the large blade on the ground and picking up the knife again. "Hey, Ranpy?"
"Yes, my precious?"
"Can I cut out your eye?"
A grin can't help but spread across Ranpo's lips as he took in your words, cocking his head slightly. "Hmm, sure, why not!" He chirped, encouraging you to lean in and bring the sharp object to his face, cupping his cheek to keep him in place. Beads of precum ooze from Poe's cockhead, his pulse racing as you slowly push the knife into Ranpo's left eye. "Oh, fuck!" He cried out, trying his best to remain still. Crimson liquid immediately rushed from the wound, but you continued to calmly gouge the adult's eye out.
The sight of it was overwhelming, unable to take his eyes off it. Poe was at an utter loss for words, bringing his head down to lazily thumb at his cock. The pain was excruciating and addictive, craving it like no other. "Mhmm, fuck, I love you so much, little girl." Ranpo gasped, knowing his eye would be damaged forever. Well, unless Yosano had something to say about it. Maybe he could throw you to her. Poor woman needs a break, and nothing is as refreshing as elementary schoolgirl cunny.
"Thank you so much, baby." He whines as you pull away, and you scoff at what a desperate slut he is. "Whatever." You say, before turning your gaze to Poe. "Oh my God, you're seriously jerking off? I can't believe either of you!" You only want to rip them apart more. "Wow, you really can't help yourself, huh?" Ranpo asked Poe.
"Shush." The adult pouted, so you reached for the chainsaw. The world stood still for a moment, even as the blade thundered to life and you lowered it down to Poe's stomach, thrusting the tool deep inside his intestines. He screamed for dear life, something Ranpo had never heard before. You hadn't either, and so, you kept grinding the blade inside him, seeing how his own blood and bits of shredded organs stuck to it as lubricant. It was disgusting.
It was the most beautiful thing you saw.
"Oh, oh fuck." Ranpo commented, seeing how you shut the tool off after a minute. He wasted no time and instantly dove in, his tongue flickering around the pure crimson mess. His cock pulsed in his pants, thrusting his tongue in and out of the large wound before yanking his length out, smearing the man's ripped up intestines over his cock. Bile rose in your throat, quickly swallowing. Poe was still, his breathing way lower than shallow.
You were sure he was dead.
As soon as you noticed his lack of life, Ranpo turned to you. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked without bothering to wipe the gore off his chin.
"God. I wish I wasn't." You spat, climbing onto his corpse and sliding yourself down onto Poe's cock. "I fucking hate you, pervert." Despite your words, your mind was clouded with pleasure. The stupid pervert was finally dead, meaning you could do whatever you wanted to him, and he wouldn't make a snarky or pathetic comment. He was dead, and you were fucking his corpse. Ranpo eyed the way your little body struggled to take his length, quivering from every shift of your hips. "Awww, having trouble? It's okay, take your time." He ran his fingers through your hair, repositioning himself behind you and pushing himself into your cunt, forcing a mewl to fall from your lips.
The metallic smell of blood, your cunny leaking the substance from Ranpo jacking off with Poe's remains. You couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that you had pieces of guts inside you. You wanted more, and you wanted to shove a dildo into Ranpo's gouged out eye. It's what he deserves.