Forsaken

A forest never sleeps. Even with the moon at its zenith and the witching hour fast approaching, the forest is awake with the stirrings of nocturnal creatures that exist in the shadows and break the silence of the wilderness with the comforting low, thrum of life. In the dark, dense undergrowth a single twig snaps and suddenly the entire forest holds its breath and a stark, uneasy silence descends – as though all of the flora and fauna that make up the delicate ecosystem can sense the nearness of something predatory. Something large moves under the protection of the dark, velveteen shadows that are cast by the trees. She is something ancient, primal, and hungry.

She is the darkness, the night, the shadows. She is the fear. A cursed abomination pulled straight from a nightmare where no matter how fast you run, or where you hide, she’ll always catch you in the end. Although damned to roam the earth for eternity, she currently resides deep in the forest where she sleeps underground during the day and ventures out at night to talk to the wolves, the trees, and the other inhabitants. A huntress, she exists only to satisfy her urges and like a carnivorous plant, her beauty hides a fatal danger.

She is older than the forest itself and can vividly remember its birth; though her appearance belies her age - as she still looks like a beautiful young woman. She is tall, slender, and muscular, with long red hair falling in dreadlocks to her ample breasts. Two fiery eyes glint out from behind her tendrils of hair as though emitting their own ethereal light; their deep red matched by her plump, full lips –their soft, inviting flesh starkly contrasted by the smooth, hard fangs that slid over them with every twitch of her mouth.

Time had barely caressed her, the only things that had changed over the passing years were the length of her hair and nails and the tone of her skin; which had faded from onyx to a greyed umber with the lack of circulation.

A creature of nature, she no longer has a need for clothing unless it’s useful. The cold has no effect on her, and as head of the food chain, she has little need for protective armour. The only piece of clothing she wears is something partway between a loincloth and a skirt constructed entirely from pockets, made from furs and pelts, and filled with herbs, tools, and the bones of small creatures.

A damned being, she is cursed to roam for all eternity, her singular purpose being only to feed on the life force of others. From lightly touching the trees and running her delicate fingers across their rough bark, she can gather news of what is happening in her domain.

Tonight there is life nearby; throbbing, vibrant human life. Adrenaline hits her hard as she moves with speed and agility to their location. The wind whispers their direct whereabouts to her and she rushes toward their camp, flying with great speed across the short distance then slowing to a stalking crawl once she drew nearer. There are four tents ahead of her, pitched in a semi-circle around the glowing embers of a dead fire. Cautiously, she edges closer and uses her superhuman senses to smell out the women in the first two tents, the happy couple in the third, and the lone male right at the end.

As she passes the first three tents and makes her way to the fourth, she mutters hexes under her breath to make the other, unworthy humans enter into a deep sleep. Her slender fingers gently undo the zipper of the canvas shelter and she crawls inside with cat-like finesse to slither over the warm body of the sleeping man, who smiles and murmurs in his peaceful slumber. Carefully, delicately she straddles him, resting her arms on his chest, bringing her face up closer to his to inspect him and bask in his warmth.

Her incredible senses revealed small clues on his body that hinted to who he was; muscular male - so he was likely to keep active, young, and around twenty-six years old, the overpowering stench of testosterone and earthy smells hinted that he was mostly likely single and lived in the countryside. She could tell it all just from looking, smelling, and touching him.

All of a sudden his brown eyes flick open and sheer terror grips his face, but before he can make a sound she seals his mouth with a wave of her hand. The look of horror in his eyes as he realised he is without a voice awakens a carnal urge deep inside her - she is the lioness and she has caught her prey.

She uses her powers to paralyse him and keep him motionless as she effortlessly tears his sleeping bag in two and shreds his clothes, revealing his tight, creamy body. She takes her time, drinking in his powerful form and flawless complexion. She caresses her fingertips down his face and jaw; her sharp nails breaking his soft skin with only the lightest of touches and sending glittering red droplets to the surface. With one hand she reaches down to his flaccid cock and begins to tease; remembering how long had passed since her last urge and remembering her human side.

She tugged his soft member gently but forcefully and her other hand grasped his fat, heavy balls; which tightened considerably with her icy touch, and became even more bulbous and full. Within seconds she had achieved her first goal and proudly gripped his enormous, stiff cock in her hand. She shuffles backward so she can bring her new toy up to her mouth and whips her cold tongue out like a lizard, flicking it across his throbbing head and shaft. He fought desperately against her enchantments, but it was little more than a small, weak flailing. She chuckles quietly as she watched him jerk, twitch and occasionally wince in pain as her fangs snagged on the delicate flesh of his foreskin as she sucked.

His burly chest heaves up and down as she performs; forgetting his fear for the time-being and concentrating on the cold, wet sensation of her dead lips sucking his dick. It’s a game she tires of quickly as the novelty of her amusement wears off. She wants her pleasure. She lifts her loincloth slightly to prevent it from catching in between her thighs as she shifts her position on top of him. Using one hand, she guides the hot, throbbing tip of his dick into the folds of her hairy, wet mound and slides slowly down his thick, veined shaft. The man gasps air through his nostrils as he enters her, a feeling like jumping into an icy pool of water. She sighs in ecstasy and begins to ride him, massaging her cold, hard clit to the rhythm of her bucking hips.

Even though he couldn’t make a noise, every cell in his body screamed in confusion from the barrage of senses – fear, pleasure, coldness, terror, and enjoyment. His breath escapes his nose in deep, fast bursts and she leans closer to him to lick the blood drops from his cheek, bouncing harder on his long, thick cock. She can feel his pulse vibrating through her whole body; smell the sweet blood that was rushing around his veins.

Gently, she brings her head close to his throat and presses her freezing lips to his jugular, nipping playfully and feeling the throbbing life force thumping through his veins like a pounding war drum. She flicks her tongue across his warm skin again, swirling it sensually around a small area of his neck and pleasuring him a while before sinking her fangs deep into his veins, causing him excruciating pain. He didn’t scream, he couldn’t, but his breathing changed dramatically and his body quivered. She could hear him screaming in his own head, it sounded delicious to her.

His blood tastes sweet on her tongue, its tangy, metallic warmth tingling her taste buds and filling her with his life. She could feel his body surrender and twitch as she rode him harder and harder, either because he had weakened considerably or because he had accepted his fate. She could feel her own juices trickling down her thick pussy lips, tepid from his body heat and the friction they created. She thrust down forcefully, gasping as his thick shaft filled her so deeply that it hurt, stretching her tight cunt open wide in places that hadn’t been touched in years.

The engorged head of his dick was disproportionate to the shaft, so that every time she lifted her weight his heavy cock slid out and twanged past her swollen g-spot in a delightfully violent jolt. Her bliss had reached maximum levels as she filled her pussy and her mouth, her strength growing with each gulp and her hips bouncing away, then slamming harder and harder and harder until she heard bones crunch. His bulging eyes filled with agony and horror as his pelvis shattered and his cock gave way at the same time, pulsating and spraying her with his reluctant secretions. The red mist inside her head explodes as her own orgasm quakes from deep inside and overflows; she tries hard not to scream and instead produces hushed, animal-like grunts. Still she didn’t stop, not until his penis shrivelled inside her and his throat ran dry.

As the last few drops of blood dribble from his already-cooling corpse into her hungry mouth, she wipes the remaining gore from her chin; succeeding only in smearing it more. She pulls back from the mess of blood and cum and inspects his lifeless body, feeling pity for his mortal, demonless body that was doomed to stay dead and rot while she uses his once-full life to fuel her own inner fiend. She exits the tent silently and melts into the shadows, regretting that she wasn’t able to stay to see the reactions from the other humans when they wake up in the morning. For now, it was her turn to sleep and dream of her human days.