Chapter 89: Chapter 88: Kiss of Death

Felton took his .50 caliber rifle and looked off the edge of Xenia’s villa down towards the ocean a mile away.

He decided to take a prone position, and he looked through his scope to assess the targets. There were more than ten targets present, and he could choose which to shoot at.

He picked a target and focused on it. The waves of the sea rocked the target up and down. He tried to move with the target until he believed he had the pattern of the waves down. He gripped the trigger lightly and held his breath.

“BOOM!”

He fired his first shot. The bullet flew in the air towards the target and missed entirely by a full inch as it proceeded to shoot through the wooden floor of the yacht.

Xenia looked on quietly and smiled at his failure. She knew his shot wasn’t even close, and his chances of winning this round were 0.0%.

His men looked on at the first missed shot of the competition. They grew more and more anxious as they realized they had never trained for this type of scenario.

Felton refocused and adjusted his aim. He then took aim and fired once again. This time, the bullet whirred through the air catching nothing until it once again exploded into the finished wooden floor of the yacht.

He clinched his teeth and mumbled to himself, “Come on! Come on Felton! You’re better than this.”

He switched targets and fired again. He missed yet again.

Xenia looked on sipping her mimosa to the side with a smile on her face thinking to herself, “He’s utterly hopeless now. The anxiety and self-doubt have crept in, and they won’t be ignored lightly.”

Felton’s men looked on as he fired shot after shot and missed time and time again. They began to convince themselves that his performance was not unusual, and it was highly likely that Xenia would perform poorly as well. After all, this was an exceptionally challenging event.

Felton fired his tenth shot. His last shot. Not surprisingly, he missed for the last time.

Xenia clapped and mocked him as he stood, “Bravo! Captain Felton, Bravo!”

She took a sip of her drink and proceeded to say, “One single hit, and I kill you all.”

Felton stared her in the eyes, “You still need to connect that one shot. It isn’t as simple as you think. I am a world-class sniper, and I didn’t connect with one target.”

She raised her eyebrows, “Then you won’t mind if I replace the targets down there with your men? I’ll even make you a deal.”

Felton and his men listened intently knowing their lives rode on what she offered next, “I receive one shot attempt on each of you 14 men. If I miss, you walk away with your life even if I win the overall competition. Simple as that.”

The guardsmen nodded ‘yes’ towards Felton knowing it was an extremely generous deal. There was no downside for them. Felton outstretched his hand, and Xenia quickly shook on it.

She had a huge smile as she directed her soldiers standing to the side, “Take the guardsmen to the shore and have them fastened on the yacht as targets for my round.”

The soldiers moved to fulfill her orders immediately, and the guardsmen knew better than to offer any resistance as they moved along with the soldiers directing them.

Xenia turned and walked to the infinity ledge facing the sea. She looked out over the bay until she finally said, “They are in position.”

She then looked to Felton and smiled, “Are you ready to see how a true master marksman performs under duress?”

Before he could answer, she put her finger up to his lips and took a .50 caliber bullet in the other hand. She kissed the bullet with her luscious lips and then sucked on the tip before removing it from her mouth with a ‘pop’ from the suction of her lips.

She then turned to assume a prone position and called out, “Every one of your guardsmen will receive a kiss from me to them. Directly on the lips.”

Without hesitation, she loaded the bullet into the chamber via the bolt-action and fired it nearly immediately.

Felton looked on to see the head of one of his men explode into a red mist as the bullet made perfect contact on his lips.

She looked back at him with a smile, “I call it the Kiss of Death.”

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She picked up another bullet and moaned as she ran it up her big boobs over her leather outfit. She then brought it up to her lips and gently kissed it before loading it into the rifle and taking aim.

She quickly fired once more. The shot made perfect contact once again on her target’s lips as his head exploded into red mist once again leaving nothing behind where his head once stood.

She looked on through the scope and began to moan in pleasure. She grabbed another bullet and another and another, kissing each one before she fired, delivering her kiss of death with perfect form to each guardsman.

Felton looked on in abject shock. He couldn’t move as he watched his men die one after another. She had yet to miss a shot as he thought to himself, “What kind of monster is she?!”

Xenia continued to fire shot after shot killing each guardsman as she went. Every shot was perfect as it landed squarely on the lips of her victims causing their heads to explode in a red mist of blood, flesh, and bones.

She sensually kissed the last bullet and moaned to herself as she quickly loaded and fired the last bullet. She didn’t even wait to observe the head of the last target burst into pieces as she stood up and looked to Felton, “A deal’s a deal.”

Felton stood in terror as she walked around him running her hand over his chest, along his back, until she finally rested her hand on his cheek and faced him, “The royal guard is no more, Captain.”

She leaned in and began to kiss him as she held him tightly with one hand on his face and the other clutching his hip pulling him in closer against her body. The sensual maneuver would’ve been incredibly sexy under different circumstances. As it was, only fear reigned from her touch.

She moaned in between kisses and said, “You taste so good. I don’t want to stop tasting you.”

Xenia indulged kissing him for a full minute until she finally stopped and said, “And I don’t think I’ll have to stop just yet.”

She snapped her fingers and called Peter over, “Peter, what part of Captain Felton should we dine on this evening? Choose a part, any part.”

Peter looked to Felton with apologetic eyes and said, “If I must choose…” He hesitated thinking of a muscle group that would be the least painful for Felton and said, “The calf muscles.”

Xenia gave him a disapproving look and sneered, “God. You’re worthless. Go sit down.” She looked back to Felton as Peter walked off, “For his insolence, I think I want to eat your face. The face is full of intricate and delicate muscles. It takes a truly skilled butcher like me to remove them. It’s an art lost even in my culture, but it lives on through me.”

She removed a knife from within her boots and forced Felton to kneel and look up at her. She bloodbent him into a completely still statue as she ran the blade along his cheek playfully, “Are you ready? Let’s begin.”

She then expertly flayed the skin from his face as she exposed nerves, vessels, and muscle to the air.

As she removed each piece of skin, she grew hungrier and hungrier eyeing his fragile facial muscles with a longing desire.

She started to carve out the zygomaticus, masseter, and more; however, she suddenly stopped and whispered to herself, “Why wait?”

She bloodbent him down on his back against the ground and she laid atop him as she began to bite and rip the muscle straight from his face with her teeth. Felton felt excruciating pain as she literally ate him alive directly from his face; however, he was powerless to make even a sound much less a flailing movement. As she continued to eat his facial muscles, the pain continued to eat him alive inside.

She licked his bloody face and took small bites enjoying every second and every minute. Her soldiers watched the gruesome sight without question, and Peter looked on silently. Everyone knew better than to interrupt Xenia BloodStar while she had her fun.

She caressed her hands along some of the exposed bone of his cranium where muscle had been bitten away, and she said, “Thank you for the delicacy.”

Felton barely clung to life from the trauma and blood loss of having his face eaten alive. She folded her hands on his chest and rested her head on them as she gave him a bloody smile, “My ancestors finished this meal off with a special treat of sorts. Would you like to know what it is?”

He was frozen with fear and failed to answer her. She leaned up and said, “Well, I am ready for dessert, and I guess that is all that matters.”

She stood up and looked down at him. She then raised her leg and suddenly stomped the stiletto of her boot through his eye ball and into his brain. He instantly died as she carefully raised her stiletto upwards with the eye ball and brain parenchyma skewered onto it.

She removed her boot carefully, and she then proceeded to wrap her mouth around her entire stiletto heel as she sucked the eye ball and brain off it in one bite. She stood over him chewing the eye and brains until she finally swallowed and let out a refreshing sigh, “Victory always tastes so good.”

She looked to the sea and then to Peter, “The royal guard is no more. Soldiers! Take Pope Peter back to his dungeon cell. Be sure to re-place the void dagger.”

She walked towards Peter and caressed his face, “I don’t want my favorite toy escaping while I’m away.”

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