Max Payne and the Handmaid: A Bit Closer to Heaven

I stumbled, half-dead, off of the rock I called an observation point not too long ago. The pain seared large dazzling starlets in my eyes, the flashes causing my vision to go bleary. I wasn't too sure whether I should thank my luck or not, as the blade that was now rammed through my torso was uncomfortably stuck. It wasn't a fatal wound, which I suppose one might say is fortunate, but it was close enough that I was dying anyways, and dying wasn't something I was too fond of beginning quite yet.

 

I forced myself up, the world dazzling and spinning around me, as the angry, slick-looking Dersite scowled at my still-breathing body. I closed my eyes, but the figure quickly unstuck the blade in my chest, causing me to give him a quick inspection while the pain forced my eyes wide open. I recognized the look as one who loathed for the sake of loathing, who breathed in hatred every morning to freshen his vigor. Did I recognize him? Maybe I did. Not that I was meant to, or not that it was him, but if I had any brains in my thick and heavy head, I'd wager it was Jack. Jack Noir. He grimaced and readied his knife for another stab, one that was sure to hit it's mark. Time slowed down as it descended, and I expected all the painful, unhappy memories to start flooding their way before my eyes. But the knife never came. No dull and uncomfortable sound of flesh-on-metal, no spurting blood, no fading vision. Jack stopped in mid-thrust, and it was then when my head swayed to the left to spot a green-dressed sight for sore and dying eyes.

 

The Handmaid, she called herself. A Femme Fatale-type, more Fatale than Femme. She had eyes set to kill, and her soft, ebony hair was tied up, as if she were some kind of geisha doll. I would have blessed her arrival, but as I turned to walk towards her, I collapsed, blacking out for, what I thought was going to be for good. Fate had a bit more in store for me, however, and Lady Death here was the one who wanted to show me.

 

And boy did she show me.

 

I woke up on another slab of rock. I was hoping it didn't become a recurring pattern, but a little voice in my head advised me to knock on wood. I blinked and shook my head as I found myself pinned and bloody against the slab, as four long pillars stood at the four corners of it's base. I tried to move, which shot pain through the wound in my chest. There was laughter, delicate and young. A beautifully familiar voice called out my name as I took in the world around me, and a gentle, loving caress caused the deeper wound in my chest to ache worse than the other. I looked down at the girl who was now resting softly by my side, peering at my face with concern and affection. Ah... she decided to stick around to watch me die. I wasn't up for dying alone, and I told her as much as she gave me a soft kiss.

 

"I'm glad you're here." I told her. That was no lie, and she nodded, knowing that I was telling the truth.

 

"I couldn't just leave you there to die, darling." She replied. 'Darling'. If I wasn't already dying, I'd have to call her out on that pet name. But now wasn't a good time to be joking. My deathbed already wasn't any comforting, I didn't need to make my funeral a joke as well.

 

"You're a real sweetheart, you know?" I smiled towards her, peering at her with one eye. It was far too difficult to keep both open now. She put a finger to my lip, and let it trail down my body.

 

"No need for words, Max." She assured, interrupting me before I could continue. "I want to make this moment special." I laughed; I couldn't help myself. Not every day a man is told he can't give his own "going-away" speech. She giggled, too. What a beautiful laugh... Dying now wouldn't be too bad.

 

"It's not yet your time, Max." She said, as she began to unbutton her shirt. "There's one last thing you have to do." As she took off the shirt, the two, grey-skinned breasts fell delicately to the side. I began to get hard as she reached down and unbuckled my pants, reaching and uncovering her way to my penis. "Or maybe... one last girl."

 

The last phrase dug into me more painfully than she anticipated. Michelle... I hope she was looking down, smiling. She would want me to be happy, like the Handmaid had always said. I would always push her away, afraid to sully my wife's memory... But now, I wanted to die happy. I prayed for her forgiveness, and came back soon enough to find my pants were now pulled down enough to free my ereck cock. The Handmaid gasped in surprise -- at my anatomy, my brain suggested; at my size, my ego inferred -- and hummed as she took a closer look. The two ruby lips curled into a delicate smile as they spread to take a taste of my head, and I could hear her mouth vibrate as she 'Mmmmmmm'd' in approval. Slowly, gently, she began to bob her head up and down, happily and eagerly taking my length. My shaking hand rose to hold on to the back of her head as she blew me. At times, she had troubles, and with a few gentle pulls, I helped her handle my length. Her tongue curved and massaged my member as her lips pursed on my pulsing penis, and the sensation got a bit too much to handle in my state. Within a few minutes, my dick began to twitch and quiver, and with intrigue, the Handmaid took a look to see what was going on. Thick strands of my cum shot up, and she gasped in surprise as they fell onto her face in graceful, white strings. As my orgasm subsided, she licked the cum from her lips and considered the taste. She smiled in approval, and I looked her in the eye, my heart beating fast and erratically.

 

"That was wonderful." I assured her. The best I could do at this point was to tell her she was doing a good job in comforting me. She laughed, that perfect, angelic laugh, and began to sit up as she revealed her bare pussy.

 

"Are you interested, Max?" She mused, and my dying erection bulged with new life as she began to mount me. She looked so wonderful against the twilit sky, her arced back and small breasts adding intrigue to her silhouette. It felt good to be here. To be with her. Death took on less significance as she positioned herself over my cock, as it quivered in anticipation in her hand. She slowly descended upon it, the tip poking into her vagina. It was wet. I chuckled to myself, the idea of her getting off on sucking me off an interesting fantasy turned real. She took in a deep breath, and let my member slide in slowly, into the folds of her wet pussy. The sensation spread down my shaft as she took me in, and as she reached her limits, she sat there, resting her hands on me while she kneeled on my cock. My hands reached to her large hips, and I caressed them gently while she shook with pleasure.

 

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked. She nodded, a smile dancing across her beautiful lips as a few stray hairs fell about her face. Her bun was becoming undone, which probably happened when she carried me here. It was only now I got to have a good look at her. She really was absolutely breathtaking; like a fallen angel. My train of thought was interrupted as she began to move on my dick. A little moan escaped from her mouth, as she began to pick up speed. Pretty soon, she was riding me, and with every bounce, I felt myself begin to lose consciousness. I couldn't disappoint her. She was worth a lot more than a bit of "blue-balling". I began to thrust myself into her, and she gasped as I began prodding what I think was her cervix. She began to moan louder, and more frequently, and she ran one hand through her hair as her bun became completely undone and let her hair fall in curtains around her face. Her face; it was all I could focus on now. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled back, as the ecstasy proved too much for her normally passive nature to handle. Fluids dripped from her face, as she took in sharper and faster breaths. Her whole body shook, and I too, began to shake, as I had one more orgasm before my mind began shutting down. She slowly rode me, and with that, I closed my eyes.

 

"I love you." I said.

 

"I love you too, Max Payne." She replied, as she finished herself off. And then, I passed away.

 

...

 

A different, equally pleasurable sensation came over me, beyond the veil of death. It was like an odd mix of dejavu, and the first waking breath you take in the morning. Life flooded into me, I could feel it. My eyes could not open, but I did not need to see anything to know what was happening. I knew as soon as the dull ache in my chest went away. I knew when I began to regain feeling in my legs, and my head began to clear up from it's groggy pre-mortem shutdown. At long last, my eyes opened, allowing the alien brightness of the sky above me to be taken in in all of it's splendor. I breathed in, feeling my lungs, hale and hearty. I rose, floating up into the sky, and looking down I noticed my old, raggedy coat and pants were replaced by a silken, comfortable pyjama. An insignia blazed into existence on green garb, and a small hood hugged my head, letting a long, billowing cape fall behind it.

 

"Welcome back, Max." Said that saintly, familiar voice. "Congratulations on reaching God Tier." She smiled, and I gently descended to stand by her. Seeing her one more time would have been a blessing. Staying alive with her now was a beautiful miracle.

 

"God Tier?" I asked. I was unsure what had just happened, but she seemed particularly happy with the results. I couldn't blame her. So was I.

 

"Yes." I reached down and took her hand, falling gently before her. She squeezed onto me, and threw her arms around me. "You are my Knight." She looked up at me, tears descending. I wiped them away. I couldn't let an angel cry.

 

"Your knight," I echoed, as she beamed. "Your Knight of Mind." I finished, and as Skaia began to break over the horizon, we kissed.

 

It was the happiest moment in my new life. And I don't think there would be anything that could top it.