into me. I cried out, and I saw in her eyes the cruel flames of power, of lust. She was totally turned on by my pain, and I could tell from the set of her jaw that she wasn’t going to stop. She wanted my blood.
Her head came down, her mouth wide open, and I could see the points of her canines. What had I brought into my bed? She buried her teeth in my neck, and I came, buried inside her. With excitement and sadness I realized that we had passed the point of no return.
Suddenly, I flipped her so that I was atop her.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the glitter in my own. I mashed my mouth to hers, and her hands began raking my back – not in her powerful sadism of moments before, but in terror.
I couldn’t pull back now. The sore spot on my neck from her teeth sung in my veins, of mating and feasting, and the two within me were entwined. I bit off the tongue that was struggling to push me from her mouth. She tasted so good!
The hot stream of blood triggered my transformation.
Teeth extended, hands turned to yellow-clawed knives, I ripped open her throat as she screamed one short burst of terror.
I hope, at least, that she came before she died. I was too swollen with bloodlust to ask her.
I suckled her bountiful breasts briefly before chewing them off. Then I followed that sweet white trail from sternum to belly to dark musky delta. I thrust my snout back in where I had been so recently lapping as a man, bit off the tender flaps of her vulva. Oh, they were succulent. And her scent – ripe with sex and blood – sent my head reeling.
With one claw I poked at her deep belly button, and then with a hooking motion, ripped the creamy skin away. Oh, the meaty smell! I dove in as if she were a deep blue pool, slobbering with hunger as I rolled my head through her kidneys, feasted on the steamy coils of her entrails.
At last, sated in both cock and belly, I sat back on my haunches, and with some return of intellect, looked at her once more.
Her body was as beautiful now, still and shattered, as it had been mounting my manhood in frothy lust. Her limbs lay akimbo; marble-white death framed against crimson. I leaned forward to lick a spot of blood from her still pouting lips.
I hadn’t wanted to harm her, but she took me too far. At the high point of passion, a man can’t control himself.
And I’m not, after all, wholly a man.
I felt the beginnings of regret, as my teeth receded a bit, and my hands thinned slowly back to the type of fingers meant to peck on computer keyboards from the hooked claws meant to filet live dinners.
I sighed, looking at the hard beauty of her face. She had been too good for her own good. I really had only meant to have a little sex and company tonight.
I try to reserve my wild holiday slaughters for Thanksgiving. But sometimes I can’t control my instincts.
I backed the van slowly onto an overgrown path and down a canal loading ramp so that its rear end bubbled up with water. I thought that perhaps it was best that I didn’t have a family to spend time with on holidays.
The noise level at dinner would be unbearable. And the mess to deal with afterwards! I also doubted if they’d consider it polite to fuck your food before eating it. Families can be funny that way.
I pulled the parking brake up, sloshed my way into the back of the partly submerged van and began using the slow current of the canal to help me clean up after dinner. The equivalent of doing the dishes.
Having company on the holidays can be a messy business.
~*~
AFTER THE FIFTH STEP
After the fifth step, it was mundane.
Ahhh… but getting to the fifth step. That was the trick. That was what it was all about. The crowds below, they thought the tough part was in the center, once the safety net was removed. “Oh, such danger,” the ringmaster would cry. “Such daring-do.”
Such malarkey, Reind thought. Once you were moving, in the groove, you didn’t need a net.
The difficult part was in placing
Her head came down, her mouth wide open, and I could see the points of her canines. What had I brought into my bed? She buried her teeth in my neck, and I came, buried inside her. With excitement and sadness I realized that we had passed the point of no return.
Suddenly, I flipped her so that I was atop her.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the glitter in my own. I mashed my mouth to hers, and her hands began raking my back – not in her powerful sadism of moments before, but in terror.
I couldn’t pull back now. The sore spot on my neck from her teeth sung in my veins, of mating and feasting, and the two within me were entwined. I bit off the tongue that was struggling to push me from her mouth. She tasted so good!
The hot stream of blood triggered my transformation.
Teeth extended, hands turned to yellow-clawed knives, I ripped open her throat as she screamed one short burst of terror.
I hope, at least, that she came before she died. I was too swollen with bloodlust to ask her.
I suckled her bountiful breasts briefly before chewing them off. Then I followed that sweet white trail from sternum to belly to dark musky delta. I thrust my snout back in where I had been so recently lapping as a man, bit off the tender flaps of her vulva. Oh, they were succulent. And her scent – ripe with sex and blood – sent my head reeling.
With one claw I poked at her deep belly button, and then with a hooking motion, ripped the creamy skin away. Oh, the meaty smell! I dove in as if she were a deep blue pool, slobbering with hunger as I rolled my head through her kidneys, feasted on the steamy coils of her entrails.
At last, sated in both cock and belly, I sat back on my haunches, and with some return of intellect, looked at her once more.
Her body was as beautiful now, still and shattered, as it had been mounting my manhood in frothy lust. Her limbs lay akimbo; marble-white death framed against crimson. I leaned forward to lick a spot of blood from her still pouting lips.
I hadn’t wanted to harm her, but she took me too far. At the high point of passion, a man can’t control himself.
And I’m not, after all, wholly a man.
I felt the beginnings of regret, as my teeth receded a bit, and my hands thinned slowly back to the type of fingers meant to peck on computer keyboards from the hooked claws meant to filet live dinners.
I sighed, looking at the hard beauty of her face. She had been too good for her own good. I really had only meant to have a little sex and company tonight.
I try to reserve my wild holiday slaughters for Thanksgiving. But sometimes I can’t control my instincts.
I backed the van slowly onto an overgrown path and down a canal loading ramp so that its rear end bubbled up with water. I thought that perhaps it was best that I didn’t have a family to spend time with on holidays.
The noise level at dinner would be unbearable. And the mess to deal with afterwards! I also doubted if they’d consider it polite to fuck your food before eating it. Families can be funny that way.
I pulled the parking brake up, sloshed my way into the back of the partly submerged van and began using the slow current of the canal to help me clean up after dinner. The equivalent of doing the dishes.
Having company on the holidays can be a messy business.
~*~
AFTER THE FIFTH STEP
After the fifth step, it was mundane.
Ahhh… but getting to the fifth step. That was the trick. That was what it was all about. The crowds below, they thought the tough part was in the center, once the safety net was removed. “Oh, such danger,” the ringmaster would cry. “Such daring-do.”
Such malarkey, Reind thought. Once you were moving, in the groove, you didn’t need a net.
The difficult part was in placing
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