Devoured: Pt 2

I

His touch set her skin ablaze! His hands--running along her thighs, coming to rest on her hips. Their bodies pressed even closer. Hers, soft, slender, and burning with an unconquerable yearning. His chiseled, glistening and radiating a hunger that only further stoked her passion. His lips found their way along her neck while his hand brushed against the nipple of her left breast. She moaned with anxious anticipation. Her fingers entangle themselves within the thick black confines of his hair. Those same lips continued their amorous pilgrimage, stopping only to praise her collarbone before coming to worship her ample, tan breasts.

She could feel her moistness growing. She longed for him to be inside her. She needed it, craved it! She did not care that they had only just met. That it had only been one innocent meeting before she invited him into her home to do with her as he pleased. His husky breathing gave her so much pleasure. It made her believe he too wanted her as badly as she wanted him. His tongue began to trace her areola just before flicking her nipple. His free hand glided down to her entrance, running two fingers along the tight folds of her lips. Responding to her innocent sounds of approval, he expertly slid his fingers inside her, teasing her further. It made her breath catch. He must have noticed, for he started to speed up the rhythm of his motion. Periodically curling each finger individually, then simultaneously. Her walls tightened as he played inside her. She felt so powerless, so under his control, and she never wanted it to end. This man brought something out of her, something, Mari had never noticed before. She had often heard how fantastic sex could feel, but she had never believed anything could have felt this good.

“No wonder why Elena…. Elena”. The thought of that name seemed to gnaw at her. She knew it was important, yet, this lustful trance obscured the reason.

Her thoughts were cut off as she was lifted from his lap. Her disappointment of not being brought to climax was nullified by the anticipation of his entering her at last. Instinctually, she wrapped her legs around his hips, giggling as she felt his hands cup her butt. He had her against the wall now. The press of him against her slit filled her with such exhilaration that she couldn’t hold back the small gasps of breath. The force of his thrusts seemed to reverberate throughout her entire being. His slow, extraction barely gave her reprieve before he pistoned back inside her. His teeth found their way to her pulse, gently gripping the area before releasing. He repeated this action with each of her nipples. The sensation caused Mari’s eyes to roll back. She felt her juices pour out of her, their squelch appearing to have a bewitching effect on her lover, making him thrust with ever more zeal. The thought removed any embarrassment she initially felt, instead, it made her give in to her base desires.She gripped his hair, firmly tugging so that he knew to release her dark brown nipple from between his teeth.

That which met her gaze, a look that was once an irresistible desire, began to morph into an entity of sheer horror. His eyes had changed--the iris becoming a deep violet. They glowed with immense ferocity. That was not all. His gorgeous chiseled face, once emitting warmth and kindness now leered with bestial starvation. His dagger-like fangs were luminous amidst his ghastly, jackal-like grin. Mari was paralyzed with fear now, her mind muddled with a mix of outright terror and unabated lust. Unable to fight back or avert her eyes, she watched in horror as two giant, leathery appendages emerged from his back. From them sprang wings the color of a moonless night. So impenetrable was the color that she was nearly incapable of seeing the feathers which encased them.

“He’s beautiful isn’t he?” the familiar voice snapped Marisole from her fear-laden state. She peered over the shoulder of the demonic being that had usurped the place of her lover to see Elena on her knees gazing in awe. Her body was matted with blood. It covered her like some sort of macabre lingerie. Yet she showed no sign of panic. No inclination of wanting to rescue Marisole, her younger sister, from the monster whose eyes were burrowing into her soul. She simply sat there, watching, like a child would their favorite weekend television show.

“Elena, Help Me Please! What are you doing just sitting there? Help!”

Marisole tried with all her might to push the fiend from her but to no avail. It was like a rabbit pushing against a mountain. Her attempts did not even seem to annoy the beast at all. He stood statue still, his thrusting halted. Just watching her as a hyena would watch a wounded Zebra. Marisole called out to her sister for aid once more, but the words never came! A thick leathery cord had begun to wrap around her throat, tightening at every semblance of resistance. She returned her gaze to her attacker. It was enjoying itself, savoring the very taste of her terror. It was basking in it. The creature let out a small cackle of amusement as its thickening member began to pulsate between her thighs, its tip poised for re-entry.

“Oh god, please no!” was what she wanted to shout out, but only managed to choke out a brief cough. The cord around her neck felt like it was being pulled back into and through the wall. She tried to kick her feet in hopes of somehow forcing herself from the cords grasp, only, she couldn’t feel her legs moving. Struggling, she forced her gaze down to see the creature had her legs in its grasp, yet there was no feeling of pain from what should be its vice-like grip. No, her legs were spread willingly, resting gently in its embrace, her hips jutted towards the hellish thing. She winced as its murky black claws pricked her skin. Marisole became frantic! She could not comprehend what was preventing her from moving from this thing, what happened to Dresden, or why Elena was fawning at the feet of this devil that was going to rape and murder her baby sister!

The cords tightening ceased. Small gulps of air fought their way to her lungs. A clawed hand gently massaged the tips of her nipples. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch this thing toy with her. It was not long before she felt the sweet painful thrust of the beast inside her.

Marisole’s cry was a shrill one as she bolted up! Fighting to push the restraints off her body. It wasn’t until she heard the voice of her Abuela that she realized it was her bedding she had been fighting so vigorously. She sighed as an overwhelming amount of relief washed over her, “Just a nightmare”, she thought to herself. Her moment of inner gratitude was broken by the sound of her Abuela calling up to her again.

“Mijita! Estas Bien? I heard you scream!”

“Si, Abuela! It was just a bad dream. Estoy Bien”, she tried to hide the sound of panic in her voice. She knew however that Abuela heard it and was already heading to her room.

“ Don’t worry Abuela, I’ll be out in a minute, you don’t need to check on me, I am fine.”

“OK.”

Marisole smiled at her grandmother’s reluctance. She knew her Abuela only wanted to console her. But the last thing she wanted her to know was the dream she had just had! Marisole began to roll out of her bed when she felt something damp between her legs. Hesitantly, she laid back and swabbed her inner thighs and bare lips. She was utterly mortified. She had orgasmed!

“What on earth is wrong with me?” she wept, nearly burying her face in her hands, only before realizing her juices were still thick upon them.

With a sigh of disgust, she rose from her bed, throwing off all the pillows and blankets to get to the soiled sheets. Rolling them into a ball, she tossed them atop the laundry basket next to her closet, along with her soaked black and white panties. After putting on a fresh pair, her favorite pink juicy couture ones, she slipped into a plain black V-neck and Scooby-Doo pajama pants and made her way out the bedroom door, heading towards the kitchen.

“Mmmmm smells like coffee and Jolina's doughnuts!”, she said with a little more pep in her step.

II

DJ Holguin moved his hand over his eyes to block the faint light streaming in from the window. Next to him, he felt the all too familiar brush of soft, cream-colored skin against his bare hip. He turned his head to study her better. Smooth, lively curves, which led to an enticing and shapely bottom. She still bore the faint print of his hand. Even while on her side, he could see the prominent arch of her back that he loved so much. Her wavy chestnut hair seemed to lay dreamily against her flesh. He ran his forefinger along her spine, enjoying the slight tremors it caused as he made his way to the top of her.

"Don't start something we 'both' know you won't have time to finish", she purred, taking his hand at the top of her shoulder.

“Who says I don’t have time?” he smirked as he felt his member pulse against the smooth surface of her outer thigh. He lowered himself towards her, intently pressing and kissing the warm skin of her upper back. He made his way toward her neck, gently moving her hair aside to allow better access to his intended focus. He heard her breathy exhale as he allowed just the tips of his teeth to drag across her skin with each press of his lips.

The very scent of her drove him wild. Like being swallowed by a sea of warm honeyed milk was how he drunkenly described to her one night. The same night they began, what had been the most blissful and passionate tryst of his life. He brought his hand down to her breast. Even with hands as big as his, he struggled to encompass the whole as he gently squeezed. Her moans began to grow louder, and even as she persisted in urging him to stop, he could feel her pressing into him. Her thighs now encompassing the majority of his solid cock, he could feel the slickness of her sex as she began a slow purposeful grind against him. He reveled in it.

She turned to him, and in what seemed one fluid motion, she pushed him onto his back and climbed atop his hulking body. His throbbing cock, now held down against his lower abdomen by her sweet pink lips. He gazed up in wonder at the sight of her. Her hair began to shine in the ever-growing light of the morning, falling down her body to promptly rest on the sides of her plump natural mounds as so to frame them for just the occasion. She continued to move her body in a very slow hypnotic cadence, her dark brown eyes meeting his and savoring his pleasure. Isabelle adored this man’s affection, and even more so, his lust for her. She placed her hands on his chest, relishing how small they appeared on him, he truly was a mountain of a man. She leaned closer to him, just enough to align herself so that he could slide into her, but not all at once. This was her favorite part, the appetizer. Taking him in inch by inch. Being a mother of three, she never believed she would ever again feel the pleasure of having anything fill her with such girth, she couldn’t be happier at how wrong she was! The brief, thrilling pain that followed his entrance was only the prelude to the more intoxicating feeling of him burrowing deeper into her. His hands, strong and rough sent electricity through her body as they grasped her hips pulling her further back onto his massive manhood. From there, they began to explore her body. Reverently, like a sculptor admiring the works of the ancients and not that of a man admiring the body of a single mother. It made her feel like a goddess! “Oh fuck Izzy! You’re so damn sexy! I can’t even put words to it!” He groaned loudly, his breathing getting heavier.

Just as they began to lose themselves in the fire of their passion, a loud chime came from the corner of the room. Both heard it, but wanting to have no thought of anything but the other, chose to ignore it. Again it rang, this time knocking CJ from the trance.

“Fuck! You got to be kidding me”, He half-shouted.

Isabelle stopped her grinding and began to pull herself off of him. She took her time, enjoying each inch sliding out of her. Just to tease him a bit more, she slammed herself back down once she reached his tip. A cry of relish escaped her lips as it felt as though he had pierced into her stomach. She grinned mischievously when she saw the tumult her action caused him. He would stay if she asked him to. He would fill her till she was mentally handicapped through endless orgasmic bliss. And, it was for that reason and for the love she felt for him, that she eased herself from him once more. Even though she was denied her full orgasm, she couldn’t bring herself to be angry. She knew DJ’s work was important and despite his disappointment, he knew that too. Besides, she knew he would be right back in her bed as soon as whatever he had to take care of was done, maybe even sooner.

“I told you”, Isabelle giggled, pecking her lover on the lips, “ It’s my fault. This is what I get for sleeping with the best detective in the state. Unfulfilled orgasms, long nights alone in this big bed, and no one to fill this wet pink pussy but me”, she teased him as she rose to retrieve his phone from the dresser. She tossed him the phone, and seeing the look coming over his face, she began to fear she had gone too far with her teasing. “Hey, I’m just teasing you. I know how important what you do is.”

She climbed back on the bed, gently placing her hand on his massive muscular arms, “ You are the best detective in the state, babe. That part is no joke. Even Terry says he’s never met anyone whose brain works like yours, and he’s a certified genius. And don’t worry”, she kissed him sweetly. “I’m not upset. I enjoyed the morning pick-me-up”.

DJ looked into her gorgeous eyes, using all of his willpower to not finish what he started. It was tormenting him, she was breathtaking. He ran his thumb along her lower lip. An action she hated at the beginning of their…well whatever they called this, but now, he could tell she melted as he did it. He never noticed the imperfections that she constantly fretted over. From her stretch marks to her lips that were much smaller than his own, to her posture. In his eyes, Isabelle was far too good for the likes of him. She was 100% too good for that piece-of-shit baby daddy of hers, and that was the thing that troubled him.

“You don’t have to explain babe. You know your teasing just makes me want you more. It’s the thought of Tony lurking around here the minute my car leaves the driveway.”

Isabelle snorted at the mention of her children’s father. Tony was the very last thing she wanted to think about. Technically, they were still together. She hadn’t officially dumped his cheating ass, but she was, for all intents and purposes done with him. It was their three beautiful girls that kept her in this wretched limbo-like state. She wasn’t sure how they would take it. At the moment, they think the two of them are just taking time to “calm down” from their epic fight three weeks ago, at least that’s what she kept telling herself. She thanked God that they were currently spending the week at her sister's. She was not ready, hell she wasn’t even sure how she would begin to explain why ‘Uncle DJ’ was spending the night with Mommy’.

Isabelle was broken from her string of thought by the hot press of DJ’s lips against her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongues glided against one another. She could feel her wetness returning in full force. Why did this man in her bed have to be so damn good?! The way his huge hands gently roamed her back, the way his lips engulfed but did not overpower her own. The way the hair of his thick chest tickled her breasts as she embraced him. How his touch made her feel utterly safe and desired. And to top it off, she had never been with anyone who loved her so selflessly.

“Don’t stress about it, babe. I won’t lose my focus worrying about him. Besides, I’ve seen how you are with your new toy. If anyone should be worried, it's him”, he grinned referring to the Glock 22 he had recently purchased and taught her to use.

Isabelle laughed remembering his expression on their first day at the range. “ What can I say? I’m more than just a hot piece of ass!”

“So much more, that there aren’t enough words to describe”, he said as he kissed her once more making her blush.

“Stop being so fucking cute and get dressed, you got a case to crack baby”.

III

He read the message once more, still reveling in how easy the prey had made things for him. His former hunting grounds included brothels, houses of ill repute, elite gala’s, and court dinner parties. Now, however, all he needed do was type in the ‘website’ name into the small hand-held device, and an entire buffet of desperate delicacies was his for-the-choosing. He had to often remind himself not to become careless or give his gluttony too much leave with such an abundance of choice. He also had to make sure to not allow the stalk become too easy, for otherwise, the thrill of the hunt would evaporate. No, no, he would be very selective of his target. They would be but mere appetizers, anyway. No matter how hard he tried, she would be his ultimate feast. He did so relish the pure ones, especially when they come from the same familial vine.

He replied to the message, knowing what the response would be. It did not matter. He may not have reached the height of his capabilities, but he still had so many tricks at his disposal.

‘I don’t do meetups, sorry not sorry’, came the reply. He could not help but chuckle at the arrogance of this one.

His response was a simple one, “Please reconsider. I’ll gladly send you some of my work with a tip, of course. I promise you will not be disappointed with what I can do.”

He had no doubt she would open the attached files he sent with his response, they always did. This was but one of his abilities. One that had evolved with his reawakening into this strange new era. He simply just had to wait. Placing the device on the nightstand, he rose and went to the door, his mouth beginning to water. He would take the frustration that came with anticipating his next hunt and put it to more…productive use. He knew she had been long enough without his visits to her bed.

He could feel her excitement, she knew he was coming to her. Her lust permeated the halls of home. A gift from one of his many former conquests. He took in the sweet scent, grinning at how badly she pined for him. His first consort after eons of imprisonment, she would serve him in more ways than she knew. He reached the entrance to her quarters. Bringing his hand to hover over the knob, sensing their dark energies intertwine. Their black power joined to form an unholy union far before its vessels had even come into one another’s embrace. His blood became fire as he twisted the knob and pushed forward. There before him, she stood. A dark vision, far removed from the sad mortal she once was. Although not fully transformed, she still radiated a carnal fury reminiscent of his own. Her hair, long, black, and voluminous draped over her shoulders to cover her breasts. Her eyes, once the color of fresh pine, now took on a vibrant jade. Her lips glistened like lunar light dancing across dark waters. Their voluptuous redness further hastened the rising of his sinister member.

“ You honor me, master, it has been too long since you last came to visit”, she purred bowing her head to her sire and lover.

He migrated towards her, examining the pale glow of her skin. That mortal skin tone, now enhanced by the malevolent gift he had bestowed upon her, made her shine. Her figure too was even more enticing than when they had first met. Her curves were more prominent, her skin tighter. She was the embodiment of insatiable desire for the likes of man. He stopped just in front of her, and raising her still bowed head, peered into her lovely eyes.

She placed her hands upon him. Stroking the finely chiseled muscles of his abdomen as she would the idol of her god. She moistened at the warmth of his touch. She hungered for him to take her, to enter her, to devour her in his wicked way. He lowered his lips to hers. The taste of him robbing her of all will. She was his to use, his to command. Her body was the alter with which she would bear her devotion to him. He explored that body roughly, like the starving to the feast. His talons left faint scars on her ass which he squeezed and held. She felt him rub against her clit, his head becoming slick with her nectar. He began to kiss her neck, tracing his fangs against the skin. She sighed with delight at his eagerness. She knew that she was more to him than the livestock used to sustain his existence. She reveled in the knowledge.

He moved behind her, slowly, her partner in this deviant dance. Wrapping an arm around her waist, using the other he took hold of her right breast, groping it.

“I need you, my dark goddess, only you can slake my hunger, alleviate my thirst. Give yourself to me! Unless…”, his hands drifted south, slipping a single finger inside her. “Unless you prefer to be taken.”

Elena clinched as he curled inside her. Sparks of lewd desperation shot through her as he toyed with her g-spot. But she would not give in so willingly, where would the fun be in that? With a trembling hand, she removed him from her, a gush of wetness soaking her thighs. She turned to him, taking great pleasure in his puzzled eagerness.

“You may have all of me…”, She paused, letting the words sink in. His eyes flared as he began to pull her closer, but was stopped as she turned from his grasp. She sauntered over to her bed, climbing atop with the litheness of a jungle cat. She sat against the elaborate headboard, opening her legs wide so that he may view the glistening object of his devotion, “You may have all of me when you have atoned for your severe dere-LICK-tion of duty, my dark prince”.