Oh, so you finally arrived. I was nearly convinced that you wouldn't show. Well, it wouldn't
have surprised me if you had refused my invitation. Most men would be taken aback if their girlfriend
invited them to a graveyard in the middle of the night, under the light of the full
moon. Yes, that's right. I finally said it. Girlfriend. I am your girlfriend, and you
are my boyfriend. Happy? I know I've refused such childish terms in the past, but considering
what I have in store for us tonight, well, it all seems pretty moot. You see, the reason
I called you here tonight is because I have decided that you will be the one to take my
opportunity. Yes, I'm serious. Do you think this would be the moment where I suddenly
grow a sense of humor? No. This is, without a doubt, the most serious decision I have
ever made in my life. I have chosen you to be the man who will claim me as his, the man
who will steal my virtue, corrupt my purity, and make me a woman. Why? You're asking me
why I've chosen you? Are you kidding me? We have been together now for several months,
and in that time, you have been nothing but loyal and accommodating to me in my behavior.
Despite my unique differences from other girls, I know that I am far from the standard other,
so-called popular girls you seem to acquiesce to, but that has never seemed to matter to
you. I also know that several other women have tried to entice you in the past, and
luckily for both them and you, not once have your eyes ever wandered. It seems that you
only want to be with me. You have even told me in the past that you love me, and I appreciate
that. Fine. I admit it. I love you, too. There. Are you satisfied? I, Wednesday Adams, against
all better judgment, have had my heart set aflutter by your charms. Don't you smirk like
that. God, this is so humiliating. It goes against the very image I've been trying to
cultivate for myself, but I can't deny these feelings any longer. You're the one. I want
you. Emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Now, before you get too excited thinking that
you've stolen the heart of the university's emotionless, creepy girl, let me be clear.
I am not so weak-kneed and love-struck as to become a cliché. There is going to be
no tender-grope vest in a fancy hotel room. No. I am an Adams, and if I am going to lose
my maidenhood, I am going to do it the Adams way. So, that is why I invite you here, to
the Adams Family Cemetery. You see, the life of an Adams is a life amongst the dead, and
that is where I choose to lose my virginity, upon my ancestral property, amongst the tombstones
of my forebearers. What's wrong? Is my request too shocking for you? Too taboo? Well, if
you feel that you'll be unable to perform under these conditions, then I suppose we
should end this here, and you want to do it. All right, here upon the hollowed ground of
my ancestors. So, you are so smitten with the idea that the very prospect of making
love wipes away your concerns. I must say, it does make me feel... Oh, I am not blushing.
You are just so disgustingly adorable. Well then, I suppose we are ready. Take my hand
and come with me. Soon I will be yours, body, mind, and soul. Here, this is it, the appointed
spot where we will make love, upon this empty plot surrounded by candles. Oh yes, the plot
is mine. I picked it out on my fifth birthday. It's only fitting that the spot where I am
to be made a woman is also the place where my body is one day destined to be laid to
rest. What are you waiting for? Remove your clothes. We will both strip naked so you can
claim my body upon the graves of my ancestors. The way you ogle my pale, naked form, it's
almost embarrassing. Tell me, do you enjoy staring at my slender legs and delicate thighs?
Do you desire these pert breasts and erect nipples? I can feel your gaze upon my body.
You hunger for me, don't you? I have to say, seeing your body naked and erect in the mood
light is quite stimulating as well. There's just something about the two of us, naked
in the light of the full moon, wanting, yearning for one another, that is just so primal. I
want you deep inside of me, down to the very core of my being. What are you waiting for?
Get over here, ravish my young body, and take what belongs to you. The way you trail kisses
down my neck, across my shoulders, and down my chest, so soft, so loving, so boring. Let
me make it clear to you, I am not looking to be worshipped like some petty trinket.
If you wish to claim my virginity, then you'll have to earn it by conquering this pale and
slender body of mine. I want it rough. I want to hurt. I want you to leave marks on my body
that will take days to heal. I'm giving myself to you, so you better damn well prove that
you're worthy of the honor. That's right. Take me. Use my body as your plaything. That's
it. That's what I want. Bite my neck. Mark me. Feast on my flesh. Leave your marks all
over my body, on my breasts, my legs, and everything between. Did you know that the
Addams Family Creed is, we gladly feast on those who would subdue us. How appropriate
would it be to subdue your lover by feasting upon her. Lick me. Ravish my delicate sex
with that slick tongue of yours. Taste your lover's sweet and delicious cunt. Commit
that taste to memory. The taste of a woman who loves you, who adores you, wants you to
straddle her nubile young body and force yourself deep inside her. Fuck. This is good, but I
do need more. Enough with the foreplay. I want more than just your tongue. No. What
I want is that long, thick cock of yours to pierce my womanhood. Tear me apart and murk
my body permanently. You've already left your marks on the outside. Now leave your
mark inside me. Deep inside of me. You've done it. You've made me a woman. Your woman.
You've claimed my body as your property, and I could not be happier. This is everything
I hoped it would be. The two of us, naked, clawing, moaning, surrounded by the tombstones
of my dead relatives, our intertwined bodies fighting off the chill in the night's air
as we devour one another. Take me like a man is meant to take his woman, forcibly, violently
and painfully. Rip away the last pathetic shreds of my innocence. Allow me to revel
in the unbashed power of my newfound mate. Fuck. Yeah, that's it. I'm so close. Keep
going. Don't stop until you release deep inside of me. I want you to file my body and leave
me soiled, spent, unsatisfied. Thank you, my love, for violating me so beautifully.
Now come here, lay beside me before I get too cold, and let me hold you in my arms.
I want to bask in the afterglow of our consummated union until daybreak. You were magnificent.
What was that? Are you kidding me? Only now, after you've claimed me as yours, do you
bother to ask about contraception? You fool. There is no need for contraception when you
lay with an Adams. From the moment you entered me, our lives were permanently intertwined.
Wedding is just a formality. You are part of the family now, whether you like it or
not. It is said that the life of an Adams is one spent amongst the dead, and sometimes
a new life even begins amongst them.
