Devoured

His eyes washed over her body, taking in the sacrifice which offered herself to him. Even though it wasn’t entirely a willful act, it would nonetheless serve his ever-growing appetite. Her long black hair rested gently on her shoulders, nearly covering her breast. Her eyes were the color of pine in the dim light of the room. The scent of lavender, sandalwood, and arousal hung in the air.

“ Don’t be scared, baby”, She purred curling her finger slowly, beckoning him forth. “ I won’t bite unless you want me to”.

He moved towards her, slow, but confident. It was the walk of a jungle cat stalking its soon-to-be prey. Each step, calculated, yet instinctual. His eyes did not stop looking over her. She was plump, yet smooth. The ridges of her body’s ever curving accentuate her form. Her lips were full and of moderate size. The thought of them wrapped around his cock sent lightning through his body! It was invigorating!

She was laying back on the queen-size bed, looking into his eyes. There was something about them that intrigued her. Many of her clients had beautiful mysterious eyes, at least the ones she took notice of, but his...his were different. They seemed to pull her in, and the longer she looked into them, the foggier her mind became. He stood in front of her now. He had looked much smaller earlier when she had met him at the door. Now, he practically towered over her. The muscles of his chest that seemed nonexistent, now visible through the way his shirt clung to his body, hanging not from, but against his collar bone.

He placed his forefinger under her chin, guiding her to her feet. He could tell by the look in her eyes, she was nearly his. The sweet scent of her lust dripping from between her thighs invaded his nose. A satisfied grin crossed his face, revealing a spear-like canine among a wall of perfectly white teeth. He would take his time with this one. Too long had he been denied his tribute. Now free, he would make the meal last, He turned her around, running his fingers across her shoulders, and then her spine. Tracing the length of her until making the first of his marks. Her body shuddered with pleasure! She tried to clear her mind, to bring herself out of the sensual miasma that enveloped her, but it was pointless. She didn’t want to wake up! She never wanted this to end. She wanted this man, this stranger, to devour her, body and soul. To throw her on the bed and fuck her until the world ends! He felt along her ass, gliding across her skin as if he was resculpting her, she felt a quick, warm sting of pain! The kind that scares you at first, but makes you come back for more. She felt it a second time, this one lingering longer. It made her knees shake.

“ Please fuck me, baby, please! I need it! I need you!”

“ Turn around”, he ordered her, his voice sounding drawn and hypnotic.

She did as he commanded. Her willingness for his bidding plain on her face, she would do anything to satisfy him. Before she knew it his hand was around her throat! The air in her lungs catching, she trembled violently. Not out of panic, but out of pleasure!

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, her clients were never allowed to be this rough. None of her previous clients, however, were him. He ran a sharp talon down from the top of her shoulder, stopping right above her areola. A small tendril of blood oozed from where his finger rested. His eyes now glowed with un unnatural zeal. He smiled menacingly, fully displaying his fangs. He relished at the sight of her depravity as if she couldn’t wait for him to sink his teeth into her flesh. Her body began to unconsciously fight back against the lack of air, grabbing at his arm and kicking at his legs in an attempt to free herself. Her face, aside from the reddish-purple complexion it now took, was unchanged. If anything, she seemed like she wanted it even more now!

He released his grasp of her throat and she sank to the floor, coughing and gasping violently. The fact that he had nearly strangled her to death did little to avert her desire. Her thighs were dripping wet now, the sweet scent making his transformation even more rapid. Fortunately for him, the removal of his jeans was being taken care of. Before even fully regaining her breath, she was at his belt buckle, her skills on full display, she had both his pants and boxers down in a matter of seconds! Her eyes bulged at the sight. His legs looked as if they had been sculpted by angels, every inch was perfectly defined. She ran her hands up the length of them, tracing the various curves and creases as she made her way to his cock. It was by no means the longest she’s ever had, nor was it the thickest. It was just simply perfect on both accounts. Even at half-mast, she could tell that once fully erect, her pussy was going to need weeks of recovery, that she would mostly never give if she kept this man around. Wrapping three fingers around the shaft, she began to stroke it slowly, letting her thumb rest on the bottom so that the tip of her nail slightly scraped against his skin. She pressed her lips against the tip, getting a slight sample of his pre-cum. She had never tasted anything so delicious in her life! Intent on getting the full meal, she licked the tip just before wrapping her lips around the head. Her stroking began to pick up its speed, her saliva giving his dick a faint shine in the dim lighting of the room.

He could feel it growing in him, the pleasure, the hunger, it was enveloping his entire being! He couldn’t remember the last time any woman had sucked his cock so passionately. Centuries had passed since he had last been amongst the world of men, and oh how he missed it! She was becoming more vigorous with every stroke, her muffled sounds of enjoyment adding to his own low growls of approval. “ She will make a great offering, the first of many”, he thought to himself.

She was forcing it in deeper now. Large clumps of spittal falling off of her lips began to lather onto her beautifully olive breasts. She looked back up into the enchanting glow of his eyes, and with one smooth motion, she encased his full length up to the base of his pelvis! As she shoved the entirety of him inside her mouth, it penetrated her! She hadn’t even noticed it as slithered around her, brushing against her toes, caressing the lips of her pussy. But now she knew it was there, and even worse, she loved it! It followed her tempo as she continued to suck, she could feel it coming, she wanted this man inside her now! “Master please, give it to me! Let me have your seed, please! Make me yours forever.”

Hearing those words, his grin soured slightly. His tail recoiled from inside her, making her tremble as it exited. Had she said something wrong? She had lost complete control of her mind, she wasn’t even sure if it was she who said the words. His eyes were locked on hers, his gaze penetrating her more fiercely than his tail. “ Do you wish to remain mine for eternity, to serve my every desire, to hunt for me, to...kill for me?”

Her answer surprised him, not only because of its speed, but because for just the moment, he had removed the glamour from her mind, and she now saw him in his true glory. His dagger-like fangs, his piercing neon-violet eyes, the long black tail that had been so deep inside her, and the thing that had truly astonished her, the two massive, leathery black wings that were now spread out before her! With a clear mind for once in her life, she pleaded furiously, tears welling in her eyes, “ YES! Please make me yours and I will do whatever you want! Just...please devour me.” Gathering her in his arms, he brought her up to where she now could look him straight in the eye. “Then mine you shall be”, he whispered, in a voice as sweet as honey, just before sinking his teeth into her flesh! She gasped as she felt the overwhelming sensation enter her. She hugged him tighter, the sweet pain becoming more intense with every passing second. He entered her with his full fury! Her legs instinctively locked around his waist, pulled him deeper inside her. She wailed in a mixture of gruesome pain and sweetest pleasure as she felt him piercing her very soul! That last thing she would ever see with mortal eyes would be the black abyss as his wings enveloped them. Her last vestige of free will, blissfully accepting her demise.

Morning News report: Channel 9NEWS:

Tonya: Police are still investigating the mysterious disappearance of Elena Dominguez. Elena, a former Logistics Coordinator for Cramer Intermodal, has been reported missing for the last 3 weeks. After initial investigations by the Local County Sheriff’s department, it is believed that Ms. Dominguez had been operating as an escort under the name Divinity Bliss since the mass layoff of the Cramer Intermodal last August. No other information has been released by the authorities, but the possibility of homicide has not yet been ruled…

Marisole turned off the tv, unable to bear another story on her missing sister. The look on her Abuela’s face after she had been to Elena’s house and found nothing other than splotches of dried blood amongst the carpet and bed, and even worse when she revealed what her sister had been doing and how she’d known about it, burned a golf ball size hole in her heart. Elena had always been the shining star of the family. Having to grow up fast after their mother, a person Marisole could not even remember, left one night and never came back. Knowing that their Abuela could not handle everything on her own, Elena took it upon herself to fill in as a mother to Marisole whenever she could.

“Eli, what the hell were you thinking?”, Marisole cried, burying her face in her palms. Thick strands of her dark chestnut hair hung down to shroud her in her pain. Even without any clear evidence pointing to the unbearable thought of her sister’s death, Marisole was at this point, incapable of convincing herself of any alternative outcome. Not wanting to plunge deeper into despair, she decided to turn to her only hope for relief. She headed upstairs, grabbed her gym bag, and headed for her car.

The chill sting of the autumn air was like a grater against the inside of Marisole’s nasal cavity. The sweat welled in the roots of her hair, the neon green fleece band holding in the heat steadily radiating from her. The muscles of her legs and arms finally warmed. It only took two and a half miles, but she didn’t care, she could feel none of it. Her mind was in the tunnel now. Lost amongst the endless gravel tributaries of the parkway, the enclosure of oddly formed trees sent her deeper into the hypnotic rhythm of her movement. The pain that so tormented her only a short while earlier, dissipated. Her mind became so blank that it took her quite some time to register it slamming into her! She knew the wind had been knocked completely out of her, the dull pain coursing up her lower body began to grow louder with each passing second. Once coming to her full awareness, she let out a croak-like groan as she press her hands over her aching left side.

“Aw shit! I’m so sorry miss, are you alright? Crap you’re bleeding! Here let me help, can you stand?”

His face was a dark shadow, even in the pale overcast, she couldn’t make out his face. His voice, however, was as sweet as spiced milk. He was looming over her, his countenance coming into view bit-by-bit. His skin was flawless, like a shining bronze bust, smooth, like it was carved by a goddess personally at that moment! His hair was thick, neatly trimmed and the same color as her own, except, it had a luminescence that she couldn’t even put into word. His eyes... two remarkably alluring gems that seemed to pierce her to her core. Her breath caught just as she had regained it. He was holding a grey fleece-covered arm out to her. As she steadily took hold of his hand, she was amazed at how warm they were considering the chill of the day.

“I’m so indescribably sorry! I kind of just got lost in my little world, running through the tunnel, if you know what I mean.”, he uncomfortably joked helping her to her feet. His expression was wrought with guilt, although he did his best to seem cheerful. Marisole was speechless! She had never seen a man so mesmerizing as the one holding her now. So struck was she by his beauty, she barely felt the pain of the gash upon her left leg. She stammered a moment, attempting to apologize to him, she too had been lost in the tunnel and had not even seen him as he came out the path leading from the woodline.

“ You might be suffering from shock, here let me carry you to your car, really I don’t mind it is the least I could do for being such an oblivious ass and not paying attention to where I was going”, He said turning around as he knelt and gestured for her hop on his back. This wasn’t insane! She knew he was strong, she had felt the muscles of his arms under his fleece as he had helped her up. She wanted to say “Oh no, I’m ok. I don’t need your hands on my ass you creep!”, but she for some unknown reason limped onto the stranger’s back. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her lithe, purple and white camo legs around his waist, she felt an awkward sense of familiarity, as if she had known him all her life. It made her comfortable, relaxed, like she was a little girl once more, being tucked in by her big sister, Elena.

As he began to rise, she noticed that instead of locking his hands under her ass, he cupped them closer to the front of his body, grabbing what she supposed was the waistband of his shorts or even his black leggings. “Gorgeous and a gentleman, what’s with this guy? I must have a concussion because all of this just… feels weird.”, She thought to herself. She was desperately trying to get her brain to work so she could thank this man and politely attempt to making to her car on her own, yet, she was in a daze, unable to organize her thoughts. Causing her to blurt out the only clear thought she could muster,” Do you have a name?”

His laugh was a musky melody that caused her body to heat up in places she wouldn’t have expected. Every syllable he uttered sent jolts through her, and the feeling of his hands, which had now found their way underneath her thighs, gave her wetness she wasn’t sure she was sorry for having.

“Dresden. You can just call me Dre for short. Everyone usually just calls me Dre, you know when I’m not running them over on my afternoon trail run.”

Marisole snorted an obnoxious sound that was, according to her body, supposed to be a laugh but came out more like something choking and yelping at the same time. Her face reddened like a ripe tomato, even after she heard “Dre” laugh his gratitude for her enjoyment of his joke. She felt the tips of her nipples pressing hard against the lining of her sports bra and hoped to God he could not feel them through the rest of her clothing!

“ And do you have a name? One I hopefully did not knockout of you, then I’d really myself!”

“Why would you hate yourself?”

“Anyone as breath-taking as you must have an equally breath-taking name. It would be an utter crime if I never got to taste it.”

What was this guy talking about? Taste it? Why did he say it that way, and why... why did it make her heart beat faster? Why was she dying to hear her name sung to her by his enchanting voice? “ Marisole. My name’s Marisole, Mari for short.”

“MARI-S-O-L, sweeter than I would have ever guessed”, He said with a sultry flair in his voice.

Her body shivered as he sounded out her name. The heat in her rose to a point that she could no longer feel the chill of the wind against her face. Her wetness became more and more apparent to her, yet for some reason, this made her grip his body harder with her thighs. She secretly wanted him to feel it, wanted him to know she desired him, and was now imagining what he would do to her once they reached her car. Would he set her down in the back seat, Feel her wetness as he checked her for any other injuries. Slowly remove her clothes, you know, to be through of course. His warm, firm touch, cascading up and down her thigh as he kissed his way from her supple breast down to her clit, giving it a gentle kiss before...

“Mari?”

“Uhm yes?” She stammederd.

“ I asked you which vehicle was yours, I was going to put you in your car, then run to mine and get my first aid kit to clean up that leg of yours.”

“ Oh, it’s that one, the blue versa. And really, you don’t have to do any of that I’m alright. It’s just a scratch, the true victim here is my pants!”, She said fingering the hole mid-length down her thigh where the gash was. “ I’m sorry you had to carry me so far. I guess you hit me harder than I thought.”

“ Maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll forget enough you won’t call the authorities on me”, He chuckled as he sat her down next to the driver’s side door of her Navy blue Nissan Versa. Like hell, she would, she thought to herself! How could anyone forget someone who looked this good?! Especially after nearly cumming on them as they carried you three miles to your car!

“ Maybe you can convince me, I mean make it up to me,” she said in a somewhat shy and innocent voice. She had never been this bold before, but something about Dresden gave her strange confidence. She was not about to let him go so easily.

He cocked his eyebrow at that and gave her a smirk that made her want to leap on him and tear his clothes off. “What do you have in mind? I hope it doesn’t involve giving up my day job of tackling random beauties in the park. I got a good thing going on you know?”

Marisole laughed again, this time, less embarrassing than the last. “ I was thinking maybe treating me to a cup of coffee. Hoping to spare the women the park from your menacing clutches”, she said awkwardly and instantly regretted it.

Dresden gave another smooth chuckle, “ Beautiful and funny! What kind of a jerk would I be if I turned an offer like that down? I’d love to get a coffee! Let me get your number and you can tell me when and where.”

After giving him her number, Dresden helped Marisole into her car, a thing she didn’t even think to protest. She never wanted his hands to leave her body! After she was buckled in and started the car, he gave her one last goodbye looking deep into her chocolate-colored eyes. As he said the words, I hope to see you soon, she felt the haziness from when they had first met return. His body seemed distorted as if a mirage. By the time she came to, she was in the driveway to Abuela’s house. She didn’t even remember leaving the park. Dazed and confused, she started to get out of the car when she heard the pinging of her messenger, a text from an unknown number read:

“Hey, it’s Dre, your friendly neighborhood trail ambusher! Just checking to see that you got home safe and so you know where to forward the medical bill, lol!”

She giggled at the last part, “God he, such a dork! A very hot, sweet dork at that.” There was something strange about the number he texted her from though. She felt like she had seen it before. When she attempted to probe the depths of her mind to figure out why the number looked so familiar, she was once again bombarded with thoughts of Elena! Tears began to well up in her eyes, it was as if all the pain she had been trying to avoid came flooding in all at once!

“No! Fuck this! I’m not going to do this not now, not in front of Abuela! I need to be strong, just like Eli was...Is,” Her confidence waned as she tried to convince herself of Elena not being dead. Wiping her eyes with the sleeves of her jacket, she took a deep breath. Putting on the bravest face she could, she made her way to the door to Abuela’s door. As she opened it, she called out to her grandmother to tell her she’s home. The whole time, being completely unaware of his eyes upon her. As the door to the house shut, a horrific, fang-filled smile, broke across his face.