The Sculptor and his Muse chapter two

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by Eelun Phetmoore

Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!

Friday December 9th 1910

A little after 2pm.

Paris

I step outside in the alleyway looking up at the dark and cloudy sky letting the now heavy snow hit me in the face like tiny needles confirming my awareness.  The wind forming a sideways funnel of icy flakes in the alley feels good.  I was burning up in there, not so much from the stove but from watching her.

The recent turn of events makes me question my sanity.  I walk back and forth not knowing what to do.  I check my pocket watch. “Damn, I'm wasting time,” I say to myself.  This may be a little scary but it's also the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me.  I need to relish every second I can, relish every moment with her before she's gone.  Almost everything really good that happens to me is all too brief.

I work up my nerve and walk out of the alley and head to the edge of the windows facing out from my studio.  Standing there for a moment I swallow deeply and walk to the entrance.  Past the point of no return now.  She probably can already see me.

Taking in another deep breath of cold air I turn the doorknob and walk in wearing the most normal expression I can muster.

Heat hits me in the face full force from the stove.  She's sitting on her pedestal just as she was when I stepped out like nothing even happened, other than her breathing a little harder.

“I'm sorry I took so long,” I tell her.

“That's okay.  I like looking at all your sculptures and tools,” she says so innocently.

“Would you like me to crack a window?  It's getting really hot in here.  I have no way to turn the stove down.”

“That would be nice.  I could use some air,” a look of relief crosses her face.

Me too, I think to myself 

I open the window and feel the cold air rush in bringing a few snowflakes with it. Walking across the room I open another to cause a draft. “How's that?” I ask her.

“Much better.”

When I return to my sculpture of her, my eyes lock on the whitish liquid she sprayed on it. She must have been unaware she hit the sculpture with it because she cleaned it from the floor and chair but not there.  When she's not looking I dab my finger in it, study it.  I hold it to my nose, it has a musky smell, not unpleasant.  I bring it to my mouth and taste it, almost a salty yet sweet taste.

She glances my direction again, almost catching me tasting her creamy liquid.  I start working again feverishly, hoping she doesn't notice the erection growing again in my pants. I don't clean the strange liquid from the clay but work it in.  I feel it infuses her into it.  I won't be able to part with this piece.

An hour or so passes without a single word spoken until she says her legs are growing stiff, stands up and walks to the front window to watch the occasional passerby.

I can't hardly concentrate.  I want to see her nakedness one more time and knowing the only thing keeping me from it is that solitary blanket is driving me mad.

I so badly want to lift the blanket off of her nakedness, take her into my mouth while she wraps her body around me.  I decide to join her at the window.

“You seem deep in thought.  I know you're worried about your current situation but things will work out.  I will help in anyway...,” I ask but get cut off.

“No, I was thinking about something else.  You are so good to me.  I wish there was some way I could repay you for your kindness.”

I almost touch her shoulder from behind but restrain myself.  I fear I might lose control if I make contact with her.  She turns around not realizing how close I am and almost walks straight into my lips with hers.  

“So sorry,” I step back flustered.

When I step out of her path I inadvertently trap the blanket under my foot.  Losing her grip she walks right out of it as it falls the floor.  With a look a pure shock she turns, bends down mashing her bare breast against her legs and grabs the blanket covering herself quickly turning red with embarrassment.

Cursing myself under my breath I tell her how sorry I am for my clumsiness.

“I'm the one that is sorry.  I should have had a firmer grip on the blanket.  I hope that you didn't find my nakedness insulting,” she says, turning almost red.

“By no means. You are the most fetching creature I have ever had the pleasure of seeing,” I tell her, feeling rather bold.

“You are too kind,” she says, half embarrassed.  Grinning,  she returns to the seat and assumes her original pose.  I return to mine and continue sculpting, still hoping she doesn't notice the huge bulge in my pants.

We spend the rest of the day getting to know each other; who our favorite artists are, favorite plays, books, authors, and so on.  We talk about the weather, some of the common people we know, and even the current fashions.  It’s a great afternoon and my heart breaks that it must be so brief.  I think I could spend the rest of my life with this creature.

By 6pm the sculpture is turning out really nice.  Darkness approaches outside and with it heavier snow.  There must be a foot and a half on the ground.  

“It's getting late and I need to go home.  You are more than welcome to stay as long as you like,” I tell her.

I want so badly to invite her to my house, but fear she would be insulted if I brought it up.

“I would be in poor shape or maybe worse by now if it wasn't for you,” she admits.

“There's enough wood in here for a week's worth of continuous burning. Just throw a piece in when you feel the slightest chill,” acting like I didn’t hear what she said.

I start cleaning and putting away my tools, spray and cover my clay, and throw another log into the fire to get her started for the night.

She stands up from her stool watching me busy myself with the task of closing shop.

“If you get hungry there's some food in the back. It's not much but will suffice,” I say, missing her already.

She almost looks sad that I'm leaving.  She's probably just worried about being here by herself tonight, that's all.  I don't want to leave her, but if I don't, I'll be putting myself in a position where I might try to take advantage of her.  I've already done enough, spying on her today.  Truth be known, I'll cherish what I saw today for the rest of my life.

Taking my coat from the coat rack I put it on and wrap my scarf around my neck.

She walks to me being careful not to drop the blanket again with the innocent expression of a child trying to hide the fact that their feelings have been hurt, takes the scarf in her hands and ties it securely for me.

Our eyes meet and for a briefness that last an eternity.  We gaze into each other eyes.  She has a torn look on her face.  Every fiber of my being wants to kiss her deeply, but again that would be taking advantage.  What if she reconciles with her husband and I meet him by accident in the future?  It would be trouble and could cause scandal.

With one last lingering gaze I turn and walk into the dark night.  She bids me farewell.

“Please be careful in the snow.  I'll see you in the morning,” she tells me.

I wave and walk on.  The cold entering my nostrils burns my lungs.  The snows faint glow gives everything a ghostly quality. It dulls all sounds, all I can hear are my strides and breathing along with the wind.

Within five minutes of leaving my studio, the wind picks up and the snow fall thickens to the point that it feels like I have a thousand tiny needles sticking out of my face. My beard becomes ice.

My feet and hands grow numb.  When my body begins feeling the warmth that is not warmth at all but death in disguise, I realize I'm not going to make it home.  I must turn around.  With resignation comes relief that I won't have to wait until morning to see her again.

I really need to live closer to my studio.  I didn't realize how far I’ve walked lost in my thoughts.  If it wasn't for the fact that I lived here so long, I imagine I would be quite lost at the moment.  The snow has obscured everything to the point of almost being unrecognizable.  Only because of the streetlamps am I able to find my way back.

I see the lights from my studio away in the distance and check my pocketwatch.  Damn, stopped working.  It's colder than I thought.

Making my way to the door I notice my hands are too numb to find my keys so I knock, not feeling the impact of the wooden door on my gloved hands.

The windows are covered in snow and ice, the light within warm nonetheless.  I see her pleasant form cautiously approaching, obscured by the colds aftermath.  Barely audible thru the wind I hear her ask who it is, fear in her voice.  I answer back, but my mouth only makes sounds, not words.  She recognizes my voice and opens the door wearing a clean smock as a nightshirt, instantly dropping the poker from the stove; she was apparently going to use it to throttle a stranger if given motive.

Taking one step in I fall, snowflakes make their way in, melting as soon as they touch the floor becoming tiny droplets of water.  She catches me under my arms.  She's strong for being so small.  Putting my left arm behind her neck she drags me to the stove, scooting a stool in front of it with her foot, then maneuvering me onto it.  She drags me in, shutting the door behind us with a push of her other foot.  The screaming wind outside almost sounds insulted as it closes.

The fire feels good.  I still can't feel my hands and feet, but know that I'm going to be okay.  The ice and snow on my clothing becomes liquid; dripping all over the floor and soaking me to the core making me shiver even more.

“We've got to get you out of those wet clothes before you catch your death,” she says with furrowed brow.

With those words said she goes to the task of disrobing me. I'm unable to protest; still numb from the cold.  As she’s leaning over me, unbuttoning my coat, I catch brief glimpses of her breast and even her nipples.  How can I be noticing this in my current state?  Even on the brink of freezing my blood heats up and I feel my manhood stir.  At some points, her face is so close to mine I'm tempted to kiss her sweet lips and breath in her sweet breath.

My coat is the first article of clothing she wrestles off of me, next is my shoes; which I'm pretty sure are ruined.  My shirt gives her less trouble and when she gets it off of me she places it over one of the various chairs to dry out by the heat of the stove.

All I'm wearing now are my pants and undergarment and wondering if she's going to stop, then she grabs my belt and unclasps it, reaching for my pants and buttons, undoing them.  They cling to me as she pulls but finally gives little by little.  As she gets them down to mid-thigh she becomes aware of my embarrassment.  Even in my frozen state I have a massive erection that my wet, clinging underwear does little to conceal.  Pretending not to notice, she wraps the blanket around me she wore today while posing for me.

“You can pull your wet undergarment off without feeling embarrassed now,” she says.

Doing so with the the blanket still around me, I set them with my other cloths on the chair.  Feeling much better already, but still cold, I walk back to my original position in front of the fire.  Trying to walk in such a way that my erection remains concealed.  I know she saw it, but she doesn't need to know I still have it.

Already I'm thawing, absorbing the heat through the dry blanket.  Before long all that is wet on me is my hair as the numbness in my extremities turns to tingling, then that is even gone, leaving me with a slight case of the shakes.

My breathing subsides and all that can be heard is the water dripping from my cloths hanging in front of the flame, the cold wind blowing outside.  What a lonely sound it is.

I eventually realize we haven’t spoke in quite sometime and become insecure about it.  Before the silence strangles me, I clear my throat to speak and Autumn cuts me off. 

“How dare you traipse out in the cold the way you did.  You men think yourselves indestructible at times.  Look at you now.  If you had been but a few more moments out there you would be done for and buried without so much as a wake for your passing.  Is that how you see yourself going?” she says angrily.

At that moment, totally out of character for me I lean in and kiss her on the lips, those sweet tasting lips.  She protests, her angry voice muffled by my mouth, until she wraps her arms around me and grabs two two fistfuls of my hair from behind. Her protests turn to moans, low at first as she pushes into me.

We kiss and embrace as the snow outside turns to sleet, sounding like sand hitting the windows.  For that brief eternity we are the only two people in the universe ever.  I love this girl, I knew it the moment I first saw her wrapped in that blanket earlier today.

We kiss like we are starving and our only sustenance is each other.  I taste her sweet tastes.  Our tongues explore each other's and our hands roam.

Getting lost in the moment, I didn't realize my blanket had fell open in the front.  My hardness is exposed and pressed up against her clothed belly, touching the bottoms of her breast.  If not for the smock the head would be between them.  Realizing this makes me harder.

Breaking our kiss she looks down seeing me exposed from the front, the blanket open all the way to the floor.  Tucking her hands under the cover at my shoulders, she pushes it off, it falls to the floor silently around my feet. 

Stepping back a couple of feet, she looks at my me from head to toe and back again.  I'm so hard now my dick is bobbing in the air like it has a heartbeat of it's own.  Feeling embarrassed I try to cover it with my hands.

“Please don't.  It's magnificent.  You're beautiful.” she says, and continues to gaze upon me.

She is so different than any girl I have ever met.  I've never known one to speak the way she does.

Reaching up to the straps of her smock, she slides her arms through, still holding it up in the front, exposing only the pink outer edges of her nipples.  She steps back to me.

I wrap my arms around her, embracing her tight, she wraps hers around me, the only thing holding the smock up is our two bodies pressed together.  Tracing the indention of her spine down to her round ass I squeeze, she shudders.  I rub it gently as she raises her leg to allow me entrance.  I begin to lift the thick cloth covering her ass to reach her moistness when she stops me.  With a look of resignation she pulls back.  She covers my eyes with her hand and I hear the smock drop as she steps back.

Damn, I've never been this excited.  The tip of my dick feels sensitive to the cold air, I'm dripping with desire.  When the bare skin of her stomach makes contact with it, I feel the slickness of my excitement sliding on it.  I must calm down, lest I cum prematurely, embarrassing myself and seeming an adolescent.

Tenderly kissing me once more on my lips, she slides down my neck, chest, then stomach, kissing every inch of me.  Looking down at her, the light from the stove catches her curves as her nipples brush my skin.  The fire gives her skin an auburn hue, goosebumps are visible despite its heat. Kissing above the base of my cock, then all around it, my thighs, hips, and stomach.  I still fight the urge to cum.  She's driving me wild.  She stops and gazes upon me, studying me almost, then takes it in her hands gently. Moving it from side to side almost like she's admiring it and the shadows formed by the light.

“It's glorious,” she says.  Then kisses the head so lightly.  I can see a string of my liquid stretch from it to her lips as she looks up at me to smile her innocent smile.

I almost lose control wanting to grab her head and pull her back to me, but I don't.

She looks at it again, grabbing the base and running up to the head, then down again. I notice she has her other hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy.  I can't see it, but can hear the wet sounds it makes.

I must be dreaming. She acts as no other.

Kissing the tip again, she takes the head into her mouth, then more ever slowly, then more.  Rubbing her clit faster, taking half of me into her mouth, then pulls back again.  Squeezing the base and running her hand up to her mouth, she sucks it hard then lets it fall out with a popping sound.  Getting back to her feet again and stepping back almost ten feet then setting in a stool.

“Will you hold it for me?” she says.

“What?”  Wondering if I heard her correctly.

“I want to see you holding it. What it looks like in your hands,” studying me.  Taking every detail in.

I don't know what to say. It seems so awkward.

“Please?”

I reach down and take the base of it in my hand.

“Yes, will you squeeze it for me,” her voice almost a whisper.

Embarrassed I do as she says.

“That's nice.  Will you squeeze it all the way to the tip.  Please?”

I do it again, but work it to the head.

A shallow moan escapes her lips.  She starts rubbing her clit again while staring intently at my dick. “Please, don't stop. You're a beautiful man. This is very exciting. I want to remember this forever in every detail.”

The only sounds I can hear is the wind and sleet outside, the popping of the fire, but under all that, the wet sound of her fingers rubbing her folds and her faint moans.  Her breast rocking with the movement.

Without realizing it, I've done what she's requested of me, I’m pumping faster, matching her own rhythm.

Her expression changes from the beautiful angel I adore to one given over to her desires, still beautiful but also very lusty, desperate, and driven.  She wants to cum and she’s going to.  Her pace quickens and she bites her bottom lip.  A few more minutes pass and she’s rocking and moaning loudly.  She almost looks like she is going to cry, she is, a single tear runs down her cheek.

“I’m sorry...I can’t wait any longer...I have to cum...I can’t stop it now...and I’m dying for you to watch me...is that okay...please?” she moans desperately.

Curling her legs up off the floor to her shoulders.  The movement causes enough pressure that her pussy leaks down her ass cheek.

Her words excite me to the point that I let go of my cock.  I don’t want to cum yet.  I walk to her, dick bouncing with each step, glistening on the end.

“What are you doing?” she says.

“You need to cum love and I want you do it on me.”  I tell her.

“I can’t do that on you,” still rubbing her pussy furiously.

“Please...” I beg.

Her expression changes further.  She looks like she’s screaming but with no sound.  “I can’t stop...please get out to the way...I’m cumming...”  placing her feet back on the floor, she spreads her legs wider than before, lifting her ass off the stool.  “Please...move.”

I feel my eyes focus with intensity.  I can’t wait.  I saw it earlier but now I get to see it close as she sprays me.  It’s so arousing she’s worried about cumming on me but at the same time can’t stop masturbating, she’s too worked up and lost in the act.

She stops.  Her eyes go wide, then closed as she grits her teeth and cums.  I little trickle at first, then a huge gush, spraying me in the face and chest.  So hot I almost can’t feel its wetness.  She sprays me again with the same force, then a little less, and a little less, until it subsides to a trickle again.

Looking at me in shock, more tears following the first, she finally breathes again.  All goes quiet.  God, I adore this fetching creature.

“Why did you let me do that?” she asks guiltily.

“I wanted to feel it on me.  I wanted you to shower me with it, so hot and wet, to be coated with it,” I admit.

“Most find it disgusting,” she shrugs.

“Not me my dear.  I love it,” I tell her.

She jumps off the stool and comes running at me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me hard.

“I could fall for you so easily.  You’re so kind, so handsome and so...” grabbing my dick “ so sexy, so hung.”  

As soon as her hand makes contact with my hardness I stop breathing and my body tightens up.  The heat I felt before becomes white hot and cold.  I feel my eyes go wide...fuck, I’m about to cum.

Her expression so sweet “Oh baby, you need to cum so bad.  I can see it all over you.  You’re hurting...Oh, poor baby let me...”

I scoot back out of her grasp to catch my breath  “Please let me gather myself, not yet.  I want to savor...” not finishing my sentence.

“Let me help you.  We have the rest of the night.  You can cum now, then again if you wish.  I want to make you feel good, better than you ever have.  Please let me make you cum.  If not for you, then do it for me...Please.  It’s your turn to cum on me,” she begs.

Spreading my legs, she kisses me again on the mouth then moves down my chest to my writhing cock again.  Holding it at the base with one hand and rubbing the wet tip with the other.  She kisses the tip so lovingly while looking at me, then rubs it on her lips.  Parting her mouth ever so slightly, she pushes just the head in and gently sucks it.  It feels so good.  I’ve never felt anything like it.

“I know you’re not going to last long, that’s okay.  It’s what I want.  I want you to cum for me, in my mouth or face, wherever you like.  I just want you to cum baby...please.

“I can’t.  I want this to last.”

“Don’t worry...please.  You’ll be able to do it again later and even last longer if that’s what you’re worried about.  Please, I need this...okay.”

Losing all control I push it into her mouth about an inch past the head.

“MMmmmm....Yes, do it!” she slides her lips all the way to my balls and back up again, her spit all over it glistening.  Wrapping both hands around it she pumps with just the head in her mouth, sucking and kissing.  “Don’t try to stretch it out...just cum for me okay?”

“I’m already about to cum!”

“ Oh god, yes...do it.  I can feel it.  You’re so hard.  It’s twitching.  You’re aching so bad for it.  Cum baby.  CUM FOR ME,  PLEASE!!!”

I’ve never felt anything like it.  My ears go silent for a moment, then I see stars.  My dick and lower extremities tighten then go numb...then they release.  I cum.  I cum harder than I ever have.  I can barely stay conscience.  The first gush shoots deep down her throat, the second is too much and drips out the sides of her mouth and down her chin, on the third she pulls it out and lets it spew into her face and hair, the forth on her tits and stomach, and the next few she takes again in her mouth.  She pumps with her head and all I can hear is her swallowing my load and the wet sound of my dick going in and out of her mouth.

She’s so magnificent.

When I’m finally done she lets it slide out.  “You are so incredible...that was incredible.  You came so hard and so much...It was so thick...you’re just...incredible.

Her face and body covered in my cum.  Mine covered in hers.  We roll up together in the blanket on the floor to catch our breath and enjoy each others warmth.  Wondering how the night could possibly get any better.


to be continued...

A Hole in the Darkness Chapter Four

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by Eelun Phetmoore

Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!

I wake up in a room by myself. White walls, floors, lights, even white daylight through a caged window as well. I get out of bed and notice I'm wearing white hospital scrubs. The view from the window is no help in figuring out where I am, It's up high. The glass looks a couple of inches thick with embedded wire mesh. Nothing in here indicates where I might be. It looks like an older building, but well maintained.

Head feels like someone pulled my wisdom teeth through it. What the hell am I doing here? Where the fuck am I. I wonder why Reasha and Kapelion brought me here and why they knocked me out to do it. Are they still here?

I have no idea how much time passes or how long I've been here. The light outside doesn't seem to change. It's deafening quiet until a buzzing sound followed by a click as the door unlocks and opens. A nurse comes in wheeling a cart with trays of food on it. The smell of it makes me realize how hungry I am.

"How are we doing today Mr. Confers?"

"Where the hell am I?"

"I'm not allowed to answer any questions you ask. How do you feel?"

"Other than a migraine fine I guess."

"Why am I here?"

"Again, I'm not at liberty to ans....."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it."

"I brought you something to eat. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"That's good. Is there anything I can bring you? A magazine perhaps?"

"A newspaper perhaps?"

"Sorry, off-limits."

"I'm fine."

"I'll leave you to your meal."

"Why do I feel like I'm in a mental hospital?"

Smiling she leaves. The door clicks.

I think for a moment the food might be poisoned, but what's the point? I'm totally at their mercy. If they wanted to drug or kill me they would simply do it. I might as well eat.

The food is good, especially since it's been so long since I ate.

I figure a couple of hours pass with no more disturbances. I pace the room looking for a possible escape then lay back down. Contemplating my situation, I fall back to sleep.

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I awaken to the sound of thunder and rain pelting the window. It's pitch dark except for the brief lightning flashes. It's late at night and either somebody has turned off the lights or the power is out.

There's something different in here, something that wasn't here before. I can feel it even though it's dark. My heart beats faster and senses stretch out like a spiders legs in its web checking for vibrations.

It's hard to hear over the storm. Eyes focus more and I spot the disturbance. There's somebody in here with me sitting in the chair across from me. Just watching me.

"How are you doing Sev Confers?" his voice older, sure of itself.

"I'm doing fine a guess. Why are you watching me in the dark?"

"Good. Just observing you." Turning a single lamp on "You've been asleep for quite sometime until yesterday. A nasty blow to your head you have there."

"Yeah, I don't know why it was given to me."

"Reasha can be very impulsive, and lusty. I think she knocked you out because she couldn't control her desire for you, saving you from Kapelion doing much worse to get you here.

"Are you the trainer?"

"Yes. People here call me Dr. Rivin but you may call me by my "Kind" name Vishernn."

Are you the only one here? I couldn't pick anything up on the nurse."
"No. There's another here but the rest are human. Too many of us in one location causes problems with the humans. Their emotions run amok."

"Why here?"

"It's the perfect place to find our people. They don't fit in with society and either think they are losing their minds, checking themselves in, or do something stupid and get brought here. Jonder an orderly and I watch over this facility."

"When does my training start?"

"We need to get you accustomed to seeing us without sexual stimulation. What confounds me is you're a tracker and it should be easier for you. When did you first become aware you weren't human?"

"I've always felt out-of-place but I didn't become aware of it until about a year and a half ago."

"What was the catalyst?"

"It started with dreams, not just any dreams but very realistic ones."

"Anything strange about these dreams other than their realism?"

"Just their frequency. I kept having one particular one over again."

"Can you describe it for me?"

"I'm running through a field of tall dead grass chasing pray. It's dark, but I can see. The most memorable thing was my sense of smell. I don't remember ever smelling anything in my dreams before that, but it was incredible. I'm also running in a pact and we're all monsters, but I don't see any of them until the end of the dream and then I wake up."
"Without seeing what you're hunting?"

"I never see it, but I think it was a human female."

"Not an uncommon dream for an awaking tracker."
He asks me several more questions over the following hour and we talk in-depth over my experiences and feelings."

"Alright it's time we get to work on your awareness and sight. Do you remember the nurse that came in earlier?"

"Yes, the ice queen."

"She is going to help you to see without stimulation."

"Isn't she human. How's she going to help?"

"I'll guide you through it."

"Alright."

He pulls a small device from his pocket and speaks into it "Nurse Janice I need your assistance."

A minute or two later the nurse walks in cold as ever. "How may I help you Dr. Rivin?"

"I need your opinion if you don't mind. Could you please examine Mr. Confers for me?”

"Yes sir." She goes through the motions that most doctors and nurses do with most examinations.

"I need you to disrobe Mr. Confers." Vishernn says.

The nurse gives him an awkward look. I'm sure it's because he's not leaving the room.

"You'll understand in a moment Janice."

She's obviously uncomfortable. "Could you please disrobe?"

I stand up from the bed and take my scrubs off dropping them on the floor. The tile is cold under my bare feet. I sit back down. Lightning strikes again out the window bathing the room with a flash of pale light.

"I want you to feel the base of his penis."

After a slight pause she takes my dick into her hand feeling and probing it. "I don't feel anything out of the ordinary doctor."

"Work it from the base to the tip until he gets an erection."

"I'm sorry sir. That's hardly procedure."

"Just trust me Janice. The problem shows itself when he's getting an erection."

Janice is not what I would call pretty. A very plain-looking thirtyish human woman with short straight blond hair. Not ugly but not standing out either. What is Vishernn up to?

After a few moments of inner debate she nervously reaches for my crotch. She is probably one of those people who places all importance on their jobs. No sort of home life. A career woman. Grasping the base of my dick she holds it for a moment then slides her hand up to the tip and lets it fall to my belly with a flop. She picks it up again without dropping it, working it back and forth.

After a few minutes with no hint of an erection the doctor tells her to get some lubrication.

She leaves then comes back with a tube of it. Squeezing a huge dollop in her palm then putting it away she massages it on to my dick, making it slick and shiny and starts pumping it again.

"Mr. Confers, I need for you to get an erection. Think of something that excites you or we can give you some meds. Is the nurse doing it properly? If not instruct her."

"I'll see what I can do." The nurse looks so embarrassed and lost. "If you work the head more you might have some luck."

She breathes in deeply and wraps her other hand around the tip of my cock while still pumping my shaft with her right hand.

"Wouldn't it be more appropriate if he did this himself doctor?"

"His condition can only be felt while achieving an erection."

Rolling her eyes she quickens the pace wanting to get it over.

"That's better." I tell her.

She speeds up more.

Moments later I feel a spark of life in my dick. Like I said before humans just don't cut it for me. My dick begins to harden to semi-erect.
I hear her say "Thank gawd" under her breath.

I maintain a semi for quit sometime when I feel the lube drying out. She notices it too and starts to reach for the tube again.

"Don't" I tell her. "If you stop to put cold lube on it I'll go limp again."

"What do you want me to do? Let it go dry?"

"Just keep working it and spit on it when it goes dry. If you want to get this over that might work."

"I'm not going to spit on...."

The doctor cuts her off "Please Janice. We would all like to get this over as soon as possible. If it will speed up the process there's no harm."

She's really a cold one. Most humans can't resist me being this close.
With a bitter face she puckers her lips and a tiny dribble of saliva dribbles out hitting the side of her hand. Taking better aim and mustering up more spit on the second attempt hitting the head of my cock. She quickly works it in re-lubing it. I feel another stir and I get harder. I don't know what it is about bodily fluids but most of them turn me on, get me going, even with a human.

"More!!!" I tell her.

She spits on my cock three more times until I can hear it sloshing between her fingers. I quickly grow erect. Her eyes grow large and mouth opens a little. "I didn't know they could get that big......I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Ahem" the doctors clears his throat.

She immediately starts pumping it again. When it goes dry again she spits a huge stream, her face so close now I think she's was going to put it in her mouth. She grips it tighter now that it's grown really hard. I notice a lite sheen of sweat covering her forehead and her breathing is heavier. She stops pumping for a moment looking at me and then the doctor. Nervously she slides the head of my cock into her mouth. Kissing and sucking the tip she pumps the shaft with both hands stopping briefly to look at the doctor who says nothing. She takes it as an okay that he's not going to stop her, she hasn't crossed the line.

I can tell that this is out of character for her, but apparently when I began getting turned on whatever it is that my body expels makes its way to her very core and she can't fight it anymore.

She takes more of me in her mouth to about mid-shaft, her spit dripping down to my balls. Quickening the pace, she begins moaning and breathing harder as she fights with the buttons of her shirt. Getting frustrated after the first two she rips it open the rest of the way pelting me with buttons. I can hear them bouncing on the floor as their sound gets lost in the sound of rain outside. She yanks her pants down and steps out of them keeping my dick in her mouth. All she has on is her bland bra, panties and tennis shoes, all white. It doesn't take her long to get good at deep-throating me, she does it like a pro in no time, reaching between her legs and rubbing her wet panties. She gags as she takes me in deeper without slowing down.

Her skin is so pale like she's never been in the sun. Her frame is small with little perky tits shaking their way out of her little bra, the nipples half showing.

Pulling her panties to the side she starts grinding my left thigh, soaking it in her juices. Lifting her ass up in the air she pulls them down to where they hang from her right ankle, forgetting about them. I can smell her pussy from here. She's not far from cumming.

"What am I doing?" she says through labored breaths as my dick slides across her cheek.

"You're not doing anything wrong Janice. You're helping in the diagnosis of the patient." the doctor says.

"I couldn't stop if I wanted to Dr. Rivin. I feel drugged. I don't even enjoy sex, but....but....I've never experienced anything like th....thi....FUCK, I'M ABOUT TO CUM!!!

I feel her pussy suction to my leg and tighten until it throbs as she slides back and forth. Dropping my dick from her hands she arches her back, face to the ceiling as she wrestles with her bra like she has to have it off to feel the full effect of her orgasm. She cums just moments after unclasping it, dangling from her shoulder and dropping as she snarls, raking my leg with her open pussy, her wetness dripping down both sides to the sheet below.

Tears running down her face she straddles my hard dick. Panting she wrestles with it to get it inside her, but she's just too tight and can't take it. She slides her cunt up and down my shaft as it lays across my stomach then tries again. Getting just an inch past the head before it feels like she'll tare from my girth. Fucking what she can get inside her she speeds up.

Even though she can't get a quarter of me inside her it still feels good as she bends down and buries her tongue into my mouth. She looks like a different person now. Her blandness gone, replaced by a small sex starved sprite wearing only tennis shoes.

Her juices flow down my cock as she brings herself closer to another orgasm. Burying her nails into my chest she claws me down to my crotch.
Raising her hips off of me, my hard cock falls out of her as she stands and turns around to sit on my face. Bending down, she takes me into her mouth again while pumping my face. She's moving it so fast I can't hardly get my tongue on her clit, but when I hit it she knows because she almost bites my dick before she raises her head and screams as she cums hard on my face, pounding it so hard she gives me a nosebleed.
"Don't stop now Janice. You need to give him an orgasm as well." Vishernn says.

Turning around she looks me in the eyes like a wild animal, breathing hard, moaning or growling low with spit dripping down her chin to her tits. She smiles, turns and engulfs my cock, working the shaft with both hands furiously.

I think to myself she'll never be the same. We've unleashed the animal in her and she likes it.

"I want to you to FUCKING CUM you asshole! COME ON!" She says in between thrust. "Cum in my mouth, on my face, I don't care I just want your cum in or on me." Rubbing my face hard with her cunt and working my dick furiously in her mouth I begin to grow numb. "I'm close." I tell her.

"Yes, fucking do it. I want you to cum now. Please.....Please cum for me. Do you like it when I beg? Because I'll beg for it. Please cum in my mouth Mr. Confers, please.

I can't take it anymore. She's going to lose her mind if I don't do something quick. My balls draw up filling my shaft until it bursts. Streams of hot cum shoot into her mouth. She tries to swallow it before it fills her mouth, but she can't, pulling her head back, it shoots all over her face and tits.

"FUCK YES!!!" That's it!" she says, cumming on my face.

I shoot several more times covering her from the waist up with cum soaking her hair turning it from blond to wet brown, sticking to her face and neck. She rubs it into her skin like she's trying to absorb as much of it as possible.

Before my ejaculation subsides, Vishernn steps up and inserts a needle into the base of my penis drawing something out. I make eye contact with him as he walks to the door. He smiles and exits.

Janice turns over and lays down on my chest. Her pussy dripping all over my dick still breathing hard. "That was incredible. I had no idea it could be like that. Can we do it again?"

"Not now Janice, maybe some other time."

"Damn, I hope he doesn't fire me. I really lost control."

"You're not going to lose your job. You did what you were supposed to do." Whatever that was I think to myself, wondering what he extracted from me.

Janice falls to sleep on top of me, fingering herself and stroking me. I listen to the storm rage on outside, counting the seconds between the lightning and the thunder as my dick grows completely numb, the feeling spreads over my body, followed by warmth. I feel drugged. Why would he drug me?

Holy shit....he still looked human to me when I was cumming. FUCK!!! He wasn't one of us. He's a fucking human. He used me to get whatever it was he took from me. I'm such an idiot. Damn, I fucked up again.

The numbness reaches my head giving me tunnel vision and closes in. I try to fight it and get up with no luck. Feeling like I'm burning up I pass out again. Wonder where I'll wake up this time. Kapelion's going to kill me. I'm such a fuck-up.


to be continued...

A Hole in the Darkness Chapter Two

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by Eelun Phetmoore

Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!

For the next several months I see, hear, and feel…..sense nothing that has anything to do with the girl I saw at the bar that one night.  I carried her garments with me for about a week. I couldn't resist smelling them which caused me masturbate to an enormous orgasm every time until the smell started wearing off of them.  I put them in a plastic bag, in a safe place in my apartment in case I come across her trail again.

At least I saw her that one time.  If I never do again at least I know she exists, we exist.  I was beginning to think I was crazy.  I've sensed others before, pretty strongly, Even brief glimpses, but never such a long sustained visual on one of my kind, and luckily a female.

I've spotted males before and the compulsion to meet is strong.  I never realized how much stronger it would be when I met a female.  If we would have physically met, we probably would have destroyed the room, killing whoever got too close, while fucking each other to death for several days.  I don't know what would have happened.  If we fuck do we somehow gain knowledge of my species inner workings showing us how to find the rest of our people or do we simply keep going as we have been with our heads in the dirt?  I've always felt that we would one day all be joined together as a race.  I'm probably just being nostalgic.

I head out around sunset.  Always liked twilight.  It means most of the normals are going to sleep soon and my senses become more acute.  If my senses were this sharp in the day I would lose my mind around all the idiots prating around their boring humdrum meaningless lives.  Don't get me wrong, I make it sound like I hate humans.  Not all of them.  They are a race like we are, just very different, with different goals, and priorities.

On foot, with a soft chill breeze, I head down to the park about a mile away.  I come here often, because I suspect this is one of the places my kind would come to find others.  It's a gathering place and it's outdoors.

About the time night settles in I feel an itching in the furthest reaches of my senses.  It happens when I'm taking a break sitting in the grass.  This could either mean trouble, another of my kind, or nothing, a false alarm which I have all the time with my wishful thinking.

Two girls walk by, one turns and points at me while whispering to her girlfriend laughing.  I can't make out what she is saying.  They turn my direction.  The short one with brown tightly curled hair pulls the taller brunette my direction.  I'm dreading it already because I have no real interest in humans except for the occasional fuck when I get frustrated in my search, and even then I form no attachments, and sneak out while they sleep or go to the bathroom.  Never seeing them more than once.

The short one greets me.  "What's your name?"

"Have we met?"

"No, I guess you could say I'm just really friendly and have never seen you here before.  My names Amelia and this is Brandi."  I can tell Brandi wants to leave but knows that Amelia won't leave until she's ready."

"Are you from around here……"

"Sev, and no I'm not.  Just passing through."

"That's too bad.  Sev….what a strange name.  Where are you staying?"

"My, you are full of questions."

"You just seem like you could use some company."

"I'm fine.  I'm just looking for somebody."

"We can help you look, an extra set of eyes."

"I'm afraid you will just distract me."

"Which one of us do you find the most distracting?"  Brandi looks like she wants to die and rolls her eyes exhaling sharply.

"I think your friend is ready to leave." I tell her.

"Forget her….Do I distract you?"

The itching I felt earlier becomes a throbbing and changes direction.  Am I picking up on something?  If this bitch would leave me alone I might be able to home in on it.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any money."

"Shit, I'm not a prostitute."

"Sorry, but you came on so strong and this park is full of prostitutes."

"It's okay.  I just really like you."

"You just met me."

"You're my type.  I knew I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw you."

"I'm outta here."  Her friend says.

"Catch you tomorrow Brandi."

"Listen I'm here on foot.  I'm not able to give you a ride anywhere.  Maybe you should go with her."

"That's okay,  I can call a cab when I need to."  Amelia says enthusiastically.

The throbbing splits into two entities in my mind.  Fuck, there might be two of them here.

"Listen, I'm really not interested."

"Bullshit, you're not interested."  Eyes wide and pointing between my legs.

She's eyeballing my cock which because of the situation is already so hard the head is sticking out of the top of my jeans for all to see.
"You're really large."  She said with a hungry look on her face.
I can't believe my luck.  There are possibly two of my people here and this slut won't leave………wait a minute maybe I can use this to my advantage.  I touch the tip of my dick with my middle finger smearing a drop of pre-cum that has formed all over the head.

The girl's mouth opens a little with a bewildered look on her face.  "I thought you wasn't interested.  Was you playing hard to get?  Wow, you went from cold to hot in like a second.  You're so horny suddenly, I can see it in your eyes and cock.  You almost look like a different person.  I like it."

I'm horny but not for her.  It's one of the side effects of when I'm near one of my people, causing intense emotion, most of the time an insatiable sex drive.  The good thing about it is the hornier I get the further my senses will extend as long as I can keep a clear head.  With her mouth wide open and body frozen in place I unzip my pants and free my cock.

"What are you doing?  Are you wanting me to fuck you out here in front of all these people?  We'll be arrested."  she says.

"If you want to fuck me you'll do it now."

"You get off on doing it in front of people don't you?  I can't, If I go to jail I'll lose my job and It's a great job."

I wrap my fist around my shaft and squeeze it up to the tip.  A long string of jizm seeps out dripping down to my balls a little getting on my jeans.

"Holy Fuck, what am I doing?  I've never wanted anything so bad before." her eyes wide.  She get's down on her knees between my legs and sniffs the liquid coming out of my dick, then slowly licks the tip clean, then down the shaft and balls and back to the head again to suck whatever might remain in inside.  Wrapping both hands around the base she starts pumping while keeping the head in her mouth.

I can't pinpoint where the two others are.  Just that they are closer.  I'm not to the point where I can see their true forms yet.  They could be any of the people in this park.  The feeling is not as strong as the one from the bar but it's still unbearable.  Time to up the ante.

"Take your shirt off!"  I tell her.

"No, are you insane?"

"FUCKIN' TAKE IT OFF!!!

She starts unbuttoning her shirt.

Something lurches to the right of my senses.  The feeling gets stronger.  I rip her shirt and bra off in one motion exposing her nicely sized white tits.  With a look of shock and rapture on her face she does nothing.

"SPIT BETWEEN YOUR TITS!!!"  I tell her.

She hesitates then does it.  A long thread of spit coats her cleavage still connected to her bottom lip.

"MORE!!!"

She does it.  I push my pants down further and pull her down until my dick slides between her tits.  I cup them in both hands pushing them together as I slide it between them faster and faster.  She automatically spits on the head of my cock as soon as her tits start to dry, making them nice and slippery.  Nipples getting hard she fucks me faster with her tits.

"Hey check it out.  Holy shit, he's titty-fucking the hottie."  Someone says.

Damn somebody has noticed us and will surely draw more attention to us.  I'm not stopping now.  Amelia is turned on but I don't think she is to the point where she'll want to continue with an audience.

She stops grinding me and looks around realizing she topless.  Dammit, she's gonna run.  I sit up and push her down in the grass on her back, undo her zipper and yank her pants down.  I can already smell her excited pussy.  Her expression is one of fear.

"It'll be worth it."  I assure her.

"Are you insane??…….."

"Keep your hair in your face so no one will recognize you."

Sliding her pants off, I pull her legs up, spreading them, and start licking her pussy through her already drenched panties.  Her legs lock around my head as I move my head up and down teasing her clit with my nose and fucking her pussy with my tongue through the fabric.  She starts moaning and pulls her panties to the side to give me better access.  I stick two fingers inside her and work her clit with my tongue.  She digs her crotch into my face.

More people walk up.

"Damn, would you look at that."

"You think they are gonna fuck?"

"I bet they fuck."

"I hope they fuck.  I want to see them fuck."

I can't risk her getting cold feet again and slide her wet panties down her legs and off.  She's still in the moment and spreads her legs wide for me.

"Slide that hard dick in me and fuck the hell outta me."

"They're gonna do it!  YES!!!"  Someone says.

With both her hands she opens her dripping pussy for me.  I waste no time and swirl the head of my cock around her open lips back and forth.  She doesn't want no foreplay she wants to fuck and lifts her pelvis off the ground taking me inside her.  She grabs her heaving breast and squeezes the nipples while pumping her pelvis taking a little more of me inside her with each thrust.  No more chance of her chickening out.  She wants to fuck me now know matter who watches.
The two presences are getting really close.  Not longer and I will be able to see them as they really look.

More people gather and some of them start chanting "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK" over and over.  There are others in the background that don't look so thrilled.  Two of three are on cellphones.  I hope they are talking to their friends and not calling the police.  There's two more standing behind everybody else on the opposite side just watching curiously.  Could that be them?  Stay a little while longer and I'll know.  Don't leave.  Don't leave.  It's a big male and tall female, both with sandy blond hair with strange expressions on their faces.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AMELIA?"  It's Brandi.  Why the fuck did she come back?  I better give Amelia the fuck of her life so she doesn't listen to her friend.

"Stop it Amelia.  Have you lost your mind?"

Brandi addresses me "Stop fucking her.  She's lost her mind, you both have."
      Amelia turns to face her. "It…It feels so……….good…….so b…b…big…..I want this…..don't care." Getting lost in the moment again she stops talking.

Brandi jumps forward and grabs Amelia under the arms trying to pull her out from under me.  Amelia grabs my waist hard and tightens her pussy around my cock, a little of her juice escapes drenching my balls and her ass.  Brandi pulls again but to no avail.  It has the opposite effect on Amelia turning her on even more bringing her to the brink of orgasm.  Shaking, she unlocks her legs from me and curls them up to her face, hands gripping the grass.  Brandi taking advantage of the moment drags her a couple of feet forcing my dick out of her with a wet sucking sound.  Amelia starts rubbing her clit profusely as soon as she realizes I'm not in her anymore.
      
"What is wrong with you?  You've got to stop this baby, please.  It's almost like he has you under a spell."

Amelia looks up at her, eyes barely open enough to see her.  "I can't.  I'm just so fucking horny…….I've never………f…f…felt this……..g…good……." Rubbing her pussy furiously it's so wet it drips with each stroke.  "OH…OH…OH MY FUCKING GAWD I'M GONNA CUM!!!"  Spreading her legs as wide as she can, curling her toes, and grabbing Brandi's arms her whole body spasms.  "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I'M CUMMING!!!"  Arching her ass up in the air she sprays herself and Brandi with the force of a fire hose.

With a shocked look on her face Brandi releases Amelia's wet body.  Standing there astonished and horrified for a moment, staring at her hands with Amelia's juices dripping from them and tasting her on her lips.  Her clothes are soaking and Amelia's scent permeates the very air around her.

As soon as Amelia's climax subsides she starts rubbing her juices all over her focusing on her tits and mouth then back to her pussy again for round two.

Brandi comes to Amelia's side getting on her knees taking her face in her hand. "I don't know what's happening.  He didn't inject you with something did he?  I've never seen you do that before, you squirted.  I've seen you have some hellacious orgasms but nothing like that.  You're already wanting to have another one and you don't give a shit who sees you.  I don't know what is wrong……."  Amelia kisses her hard on the mouth.  A few moments Brandi slides her tongue in causing Amelia to gasp rubbing her clit that much harder with one hand and slipping her other hand into Brandi's shirt cupping her left breast.
Withdrawing her lips from Amelia's she whispers "What am I doing?".

Amelia removes her hand from Brandi's breast slides down her stomach to her pants trying to unlatch them one-handed still working her own pussy with the other.

Brandi looks into Amelia's eyes as she helps her undo her pants, slides them and her panties down to her knees.

"Get completely naked baby."  Amelia says.  "Please."

After a short pause Brandi buries her tongue into Amelia's mouth while pulling off the rest of her clothing.  Amelia helps her with her top until she is just as naked as she is.

"I can't believe the cold bitch is joining her.  This is amazing.  Damn I'm glad I came here tonight."   Somebody in the crowd says.

"Are you getting pictures?"  Another asks their girlfriend.

"Pictures?  Fuck that, I'm filming it.  This is too hot to miss."

Several others are recording it as well.  This will probably be all over the internet soon.

"……heathen perverts completely naked, fornicating in front of God and everybody else.  I'm just thankful there wasn't any children here tonight……"  an old woman says on her cellphone unable to take her lustful eyes off the spectacle in front of her.

I think to myself this has gotten completely out of control.  I didn't expect her girlfriend to come back and I sure as hell didn't think she would take my place fucking her, and now they're filming the damned thing  in front of everybody and I think I hear the police coming.  I'm going to have to move again as soon as this is over.

My sense jolts through my brain so hard making me see stars for a moment, making my hard-on even harder.  There's at least two of them and they're close.  I may never get this lucky again.  If I do see them, I hope they don't bolt like the last one did.  I've got to make this happen.

By now Brandi is on top of Amelia sliding down her stomach to her wet cunt.  When she reaches her destination Amelia lifts her ass off the grass to meet her tongue, wrapping her legs around Brandi's head.  Brandi's spit mixed with Amelia wet pussy drips down her ass into the grass.  Brandi begins massaging her own clit and rocking it back and forth while licking Amelia's.  With her ass sticking up in the air I can see her pussy's wet and glistening.

I'm not passing this up.  My brethren are here somewhere and I'm going to find them.  I hope they don't flee this spectacle.  I get up and go to the two women.  Brandi is really going to town on Amelia's pussy while stroking her own, dripping down past mid-thigh.  My cock is throbbing just inches from it.  These two are obviously lovers.  Amelia's bi but Brandie is hardcore lesbian.  I bet she's never had a dick in her before.  She hates me, let's see just how lost in the moment she is.  I touch her pussy lips with the head of my cock, it almost sucks it in.  She takes a deep breath and freezes for a moment.  I slowly slide it in further.  When it's in halfway she forces it in further.  The police are getting closer.  I pull it out then shove it in all the way.

Brandi says "I hate you motherfucker, I've never had a dick in me before………"  she's having a violent orgasm "I hate you, I hate you……asshole….fu…fu…fuck you…OH MY GAWD…..fu…fuck….AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH".  Her orgasm is violent, drenching me to the knees.  She starts pounding me with her ass, fucking me as hard as she can.  Her pussy feels like it's trying to suck the cum out of me.  "I hate you for making me want this.  I want to cum again." Amelia follows suite and cums all over her face making her long black hair stick to her neck and face.  I can hear Brandi swallowing and licking it as Amelia is gyrating her body, fucking her lover's mouth.

I feel my dick burn from within and grow even harder as I'm about to cum.  The cops pull up.  I estimate it will take them 30 to 40 seconds to get here.  I might be able orgasm and run for it hopefully catching a glimpse of my Kind in the process.  A middle age couple points them to my location and they start running towards us.

I grab Brandi's ass and pound it for everything I got.  Her pussy splashes a little with each thrust.  She's about to blow.  She says "Give it to me motherfucker.  I hate you fucking bastard.  Give me your fucking cum asshole.  Cum in my pussy now.  Hurry before they get here you stupid asshole."  She noticed the cops and doesn't care about getting caught as long as she get's off before it happens.

It's hard to keep my mind clear enough to spot "them" while watching to make a last-minute getaway.  I figure I have about 10 or 15 seconds before it's too late.  I'm almost there.  Amelia starts bucking Brandi's face, her pussy making wet sloshing sounds with each thrust.  She's cumming.  It's now or never.  I push into Brandi as hard as I can.  My hard cock clenches so tight that it hurts, but hurts good.  My balls draw up and I shoot a huge hot load into the lesbian's pussy.

Brandi pants.  "Holy Shit…….tha….that feels good.  Oh FUCK!  I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!"

I squirt into her again and open my eyes.  I can't see the two strangers anymore or any other possible Brethren.

The cops are almost upon us when a strong wind hits me full force in the face.  With a hard yank on my neck my whole body is airborne my dick popping out of Brandi's pussy squirting a huge stream of cum across her back, ass, and calves.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" she screams.  "I'm not finished yet."   as I'm forced away.

My spine reels and I almost black out from the excruciating pain of having my body tore from a stationary pose so quickly, zero to a 100mph almost instantly.  I'm moving so fast that just as the police try to wrestle the girls apart they're already a small dot to me.  To them it must have looked like I just vanished.  The wind keeps me from turning my head to see what has me.  All I can see are my surroundings in a blur with my arms, legs, and my dick swinging in the wind.

Whatever grabbed me suddenly let's go and I fly into a tree.  It knocks the air out of me and gives me tunnel vision.  I think I have a concussion.

I must have blacked out for a moment.  I open my eyes.  Still on the ground with my back to the tree and eyes blurry.  I can't see anything in front of me but moonlight on unknown objects possibly trees.  I think I'm in the woods.  I must have been carried out of city limits.

After a few minutes my eyes focus and I see two figures standing 10 feet in front of me.  One of them huge and smoking a cigarette.  The other one tall but slender.  It's the blond couple.  What an imposing couple they are.  They stare at me, the slender female paces back and forth never taking her eyes from me.  The huge male continues to smoke.

"You're a stupid fuck, whelp."  The huge one says.  His voice is low and thunderous.  I can sense his power.  I would never stand a chance against him.  I couldn't even outrun him.  It would be nothing for him to kill me.  The female still pacing is a deadly one as well, not so much in strength but in speed and stealth.

The big one says "What were you thinking back there?  Fucking two humans out in the open in a human infested park.  You're just a stupid shit.  I should kill you now before you get us all noticed.  Stupid fuck whelp."

"I sensed your presence in the park earlier.  Having an orgasm is the only way I can "see" you."  I don't know my kind very well so I don't know what to expect.  I wonder if they are going to kill me.  "I can't see you now, not your true forms anyway."

The big one let's out a frustrated grunt turns to the girl and says "Finish him off!"

She pulls out an evil-looking red blade from behind her and walks to me.  Her movements are catlike.  She straddles my lap, looks me in the eyes and smells me.  "You're afraid aren't you?  That's good."  She licks my face from jaw to hairline and places the blade to my jugular.  "Let's make this quick."


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