“We hunt at dawn, until then fuck off you piece of shit. These last few hours of early morning are mine!”
Kyle yelled aloud hearing for once a strong resonating silence that to him signaled that his dark parasite was subdued. Listening for the moment in possession of any sign or semblance of lack of self-control.
He left his bags packed, with his weapons loaded and ready to go. Slowly he took his cloak off and left it strewed across the couch on top of the pile of blankets and clothes that he had on earlier in the evening. Leaning forward he untied his boots kicking them off and setting them aside near his hooded cloak. He slowly wandered up the stairs to his bedroom, tearing off the layers of clothes that he had on. Jeans, sweater, boxer briefs and socks, he wanted nothing more than a scalding hot shower and to find his way into his crisp, clean sheets, to pleasure his beautiful Jess until the sun rose high over the mountain side. With Sara safely locked down below and Darkeel provided with the outlet of his darkest pleasure arriving this very exhausting, and brutal day. He finally felt a sense of peace inside, he felt this story was on its final chapter, knowing it would all be over soon. At dawn he’d finally say goodbye to all of his problems once and for all.
Chapter 32:
Ravenous Succubus
It was hours since Jess was entwined within the locked arms, thighs, hips and twitching quim of her treasured possession. She awoke softly to the sound of water running in the shower nearby, feeling disoriented from the exhausting energetic take-down, yet oddly rejuvenated in this small span of time sleeping soundly within the dark hunter green sheets of The Slaughter House Hills Hunter. She felt her dark lord nearby, his magnetic energy coursing through the room and into her body, preparing her for his passionate embrace that she longed for since the moment she first knew of his existence.
She wanted his lips desperately, ached to feel his weight mounting her and spreading her thighs apart with his strongly sculpted hands. The somber light peered through the bathroom, she could tell he was trying to unwind after peril invaded his body and veered away from duality control in all senses. Deep down she feared what would happen if he could no longer harbor the demon inside, beating swiftly with his heart within the confines of his sturdy rib cage. Was she brave enough to love a man who shared his body with a demon against his will, losing control at any time and relinquishing her to the afterlife with so many others scattered about the cemetery and across the snow drenched hills of Colorado?
Even more than her concern for her own skin, she feared that Sara wouldn’t be around anymore. She wondered if that was the last time she’d ever say I love you to her ever again. She knew that she spilled her vengeful pride to much, exposing her truest self. A wild succubus that will do anything in her power to set herself free from detainment, it was what she loved most about her, what inspired her and left her in a state of awe and heightened arousal. But she knew years ago in their cold brothel home far away in the Carpathian Hills that she’d never be able to tame her, not then, not now, not ever. Sara was and always would be a free woman, no matter how well she played the part it wasn’t in her nature to serve for eternity. She always hoped this gift wouldn’t catch up to her in life like the wanderlust curse that it always was, but she felt deep down in the very pits of her stomach and every fiber of her being that this would be the final moment she’d ever see her beloved Sara alive ever again.
Slowly her eyes opened and peered towards the bathroom door, hearing the water splashing around she waited to sense if he felt her, sensed her, knew she was awake and waiting patiently for her king to enter into his kingdom once more and to show her every piece of his empire. She yearned to meld with his being completely, searching the vast spans of space and time in his eternal memory bank. Being reminded why she’d always been drawn to these birch trees, the forest, the haunted hillsides of the world no matter where they might be and all the cruelest monsters with eyes peering into the darkness of her very soul relishing in snuffing out the light.
His head rested gently on the cool tile walls, the hairs on the back of his neck instantly stood the moment her eyes were open. He smiled wickedly, knowing her voyeuristic eyes were just as curious as his were. Finding the strength and mental fortitude to focus on doors that were left slightly open. He slowly pulled a vortex of energy towards himself in his mind’s eye, hearing her voice softly moan as she watched the steam rise revealing the open shower door and his gorgeous ass glowing softly in candlelight. He smiled and laughed softly not wanting to disturb her private interlude, how easy she was to please, how effortless her ideals for passion.
She took profound reverence in the nuances of life, draining passion and pleasure from seemingly ordinary experiences to others, each time her head filling with the rising sounds of violin, in a cadence that hypnotized her into a living dream world where her wildest fantasies were only a moment, a mere touch away. If only others could see the world at this different angle that she viewed incessantly how easy it would be to thrive forever in the underworld.
Jess rolled delicately towards the shower door, getting the most delicious peek at his strong arms. His right arm reaching back and washing the water from his face and hair down his shoulders. She smiled delighted by the fact that he knew what he was doing. Teasing her, tormenting her, seeing rivers rushing over his tight ass, leaving her warm depths aching severely, she needed to be filled completely. He wanted to torment her, wondered if she’d have the courage to wander into his trap or to watch helplessly waiting for what he’d do to her next. The hunter was already stalking his prey and she watched as his strong hands started to reach down towards his cock, slowly teasing the tip with his fingers. His silky hands stroking every inch from tip to base, cranking his hard meat and gripping it firmly as it bulged, the shower door left too much to the imagination, before Jess realized it she found herself wandering into his private bathhouse, instantly dropping to her knees and peering inside the cracked door watching him pretend to ignore her as his lips parted she heard his moans, it drove her… absolutely insane.
Never had she felt her cunt plump instantly to such glimpses, her nipples hard and her breasts swelling before her very eyes, she placed her hands gracefully on her thick thighs and waited and watched, his balls rising and his cock as hard as granite. She heard his moans change to guttural sounds of pleasure, his lips hissing as he pressed his lips together. She longed to taste him, to feel his power between her parted, ravenous lips. She wanted him more than anything in this life, she’d never felt so drawn to another human being so long as she lived. She sat in service position with both hands resting on her thighs quivering at the sight of him. Taking him in and relishing in this sensual memory that she’d long to revisit each and every time she pined for him inside of her, when he was busy working and slaving long into the night.
Kyle reached up and flexed his abdomen, his cock grew and swelled. The blood filling up every chamber in his shaft, she felt her lips water, it’d been so long since she ate meat… years perhaps. This was the only time she ever broke her rule, the only meat she ever indulged in anymore. Which made it even more satisfying to her ravenous soul whenever she was provided with such a warm feast. As the water rolled down his chest and stomach, he reached for the shower handle and slowly turned it off. The drops of water still dripping from his body were ecstasy to her ears, hearing and seeing each drop fall from his flesh as his thick iron dick was more than she could take.
By the time he smiled opening the door completely to greet her with his longed for desire, she was already trembling biting her lip and doing her best to regain her composure. She appeared to be in a ravenous state of sexual frenzy, controlling every impulse within her to tear into his cock and to feast from it the ever flowing fountain of his eternal life force. Her teeth protruded;
“Forgive me my lord, the mere sight of you has left your aching succubus in a state I have not seen myself in since I first changed. I’ll do my best to retra
ct them for your sake my king, to please you like the God that you are to me is what I long for more than anything or anyone else in this life.”
Jess’s body still heavy breathed, her eyes peering up towards this six foot tall menacingly gorgeous man. He stepped forward wrapping a towel around his shoulders and drying his hair briskly before reaching for her jaw and delicately touching her to leave her body covered in goosebumps.
“Leave them out, for my sake.”
Kyle’s cock was now a breath’s distance from her parted lips, without warning, he gripped the back of her head cradling it forward, as she felt every glorious inch enter into her warm wet pout, violating every bit of space within. She heard his voice booming throughout the bathroom, echoing against the marble countertops in one guttural command he said;
“Show me your teeth.”
Kyle growled moaning endlessly as he plunged his cock down her throat, feeling her tight warm mouth wrapped around him, barely able to breathe, she suckled on his cock as if it provided the first breath of air to ever possess her lungs in this life. Pursuing every vein with her tongue in a rhythmic cadence that echoed the passion and fire that he felt from her whenever he was inside her. He turned his head towards the mirror and looked down to the beautiful creature’s plump ass, now firmly stationed upwards, swishing like a ravenous feline waiting to kill, her tits dragged up his thighs and her head and face were buried into his cock. Waves of red curls flowing like fire on kerosene, her sharp teeth piercing his cock and dragging tiny pin pricks down his hot loins. Jess instantly lost herself to pleasure, eyes closed, ravaged by the taste of his sweet blood. A fountain of memories, flavors and aroused states of being entered into her mind, she slurped, licked, sucked and swallowed unable to contain her want for human flesh. His hands reaching for her head and gently running his fingers through her hair, teasing her neck and resting his fingertips on her upper spine. He played her body like a master musician, transitioning from rhythmic drum beats, to tender dancing flows that felt like her body was nothing more than the keys of a piano. She reached behind and gripped his ass, forcing more of him inside her, feeling her nose pressing into his stomach, she no longer cared to breathe, she wanted every inch of him, and she wanted to feel her body distort to compromise such a violently arousing intrusion.
“Oh my sweet Jess, my beautiful love, never have I felt such peace within this dark soul, you are the key to existential bliss. Yes, just like that, pay close attention to the tip. Oh God, you suck cock as if it’s the only thing in life you truly live for. Mmm, yes, that’s my girl, that’s my beautiful whore.”
Kyle brushed the hair from her face, watching her eyes open and twinkling that magnificent green blue. Two jewels sparkling in the candlelight, each center glowing like two minuscule suns, they reminded him of Krypton. His mind wandered towards thoughts of The Man of Steel, never realizing until now how much Jess reminded him of Lana Lang. The familiarity was enticing as he felt his blood raging and his cock preparing to explode, he softly pulled her lips from him and smiled gratefully. Before she could say a word she was in his arms, his lips pressed against hers tongue deep inside flicking and relishing in the taste of his own blood swimming on her full lips.
Before she knew it she was tossed sensually onto his bed, she felt his hard cock dragging down between her thighs. He leaned up still kissing her and smiling wickedly, his eyes glowed green and she feared in that moment that perhaps he wasn’t the one in control all this time after all, “Kyle? Is…is that you?”
Jess trembled waiting for his response;
“Yes my pet, I’m sorry if my ravenous need to fill you completely startled you, to ensure you feel more at ease, let me share with you that Darkeel has never enjoyed this pleasure in life, it’s not what he desires, No this early morning like all the others belongs entirely to us.”
With one final kiss she moaned passionately and waited for further instruction. “Lie back, rest your weary head, I want to show you what I’ve craved for so long, it’s been centuries since your sweet taste has quenched my thirst, give yourself to me.”
Kyle rubbed his face beneath her crimson pubic mound, kissing her thighs and hearing her moan tremendously beneath the energy she felt coursing from his lips. Before her head even met the pillow beneath, her body contorted and her eyes rolled back, thighs gripping his face as he plunged his tongue deep inside her.
Jess shuddered, her breath changing rapidly her heart beating swift, her voice shaking in waves. Her entire being overwhelmed with his feeling of hunger, she’d never been devoured with such all-encompassing thirst before. His tongue was possessed, teasing and flicking at her delicate folds tormenting her body to shudder, she felt her cunt lunging itself towards his face, his strong hands reached around each luscious thigh enveloping his eyes in a menacing forest of crimson hair.
He maintained eye contact with her until her furrows of passion were too much to endure, her head once again fell back towards the bed, screaming in a mixture of torment and endless pleasure, her body bucked uncontrollably, quaked and quivered releasing an ocean of sweet juices into his wanton mouth.
She heard him moaning in bliss, every drop of her sweet peach now flowed endlessly inside of his being, she could feel his pleasure, his darkness and his soul piercing her deeply like that of his favorite bloody hunting knife, slow at first then menacingly deep.
“Oh God, Kyle, I can’t take much more, my heart is pounding so fast, I’ll do anything to feel you inside me.” Jess eyed him in desperation, hoping he’d conquer her in that moment in ways she remembered and in a rough manner that she never knew before.
“Who is your Master?” He raised his chin from her sweet pussy beckoning her to play his game, this interlude to their mutual desire.
“You are.”
Jess said looking into his eyes, already feeling his longing for her wrists bound above her head. He watched as she slowly positioned her wrists above her long locks in ways that forced her tits to protrude in the most delicious way. Kyle smiled wickedly as he kissed her clit and said once more, “Who is your Master? Who is your King?”
Jess bit her lip and blushed her eyes closing, she always felt weak in such exposed states of being. As she smiled and felt his strong arms pulling her closer to him, dragging her body across the bed effortlessly she parted her lips as he buried his face inside her honey soaked cunt once more;
“You are!” She moaned desperately under his penetrating exploration.
Before she could exhale she felt him on top of her, he moved effortlessly into position. Straddling her body and holding her wrists above her head, relishing her soft thighs that wrapped intuitively around his waist in angst to what he would do to her next. With one booming voice that escaped his lips he asked her wickedly;
“Who is your Master? Your King? Your God?”
His head raised in a regal and noble way that shined light to his inner workings, her heavy breath was pain stricken, barely was she able to mutter the words from beneath her stifled pleasure, “You are, Master Darkeel…You Are!”
In a single breath he plunged his hard achingly stiff cock inside of her. He felt her warmth, her soft delicate body both strong and sensuous in all its glory. He moaned endlessly burrowing himself inside her. Each time he entered her it felt like the very first time, she was excruciatingly tight, trembling in fear for eternity provided sumptuous benefits. He found himself intoxicated by her sweet scent, her perfume that wafted through the cold night air on a breeze of hot sweat soaked flesh that was aching to be used and discarded; after pleas of release were heard echoing off the walls into the night.
“Oh God! So big, I can feel my insides stretching, oh God! How will you fit?” She smiled deviously into his eyes, feeling his teeth instantly plunge to that spot on her neck that made her a writhing whore.
“Mmmm, that’s how. So fucking wet you are for me; just me.”
Kyle continu
ed to stretch, tear and pound his way deeper inside, her moans and cries of pain and pleasure resonated inside of his darkness, reviving the part of him that never dared enter into his body when he was in the midst of such pleasure.
“Ooo, now I see why you like her so much, reading you like a novel that you wrote yourself, she’d make a delicious companion for me.”
Darkeel’s murmurs were heard in the minds of both Kyle and Jess in this unified moment of shock and fear. In that moment Jess said aloud;
“I belong to Him.”
She reached up and kissed his forehead, instantly his hands freed hers he’d never felt so understood. She kissed Kyle on the lips and pulled his hips, burying his hard cock deeper inside to the brink of her fill.
“I belong to you Kyle, You are my Master, you are my King, YOU ARE MY GOD!!!”
Jess fell back, her arms around his shoulders. Her thighs parted and ankles wrapped firmly around his hips. Her feet digging into his ass by the heels, she felt Kyle fully present while all of his flesh and soul was deep inside of her. In that moment their eyes never parted, and when the precipice of climax arrived in waves of ecstasy, they both stepped onto those waves together hand in hand as they slowly drowned alive. The sounds of heavy breath and heartbeats swiftly exchanged in tandem were echoing through the dark green room that was his paradise and her safe haven.
He reached for her face and pulled her lips towards his, they met in such an explosive union that both beings fell to the bed utterly exhausted. Smiling speechless without the ability to exchange anything more than eye contact, hands tracing one another while being held tenderly. He rolled off of her and towards his side of the bed, she quivered, quaked and moaned aloud in a possessed state of ecstasy. Kyle smiled slowly teasing her body with his fingertips, tormenting her body as it continued to shudder.
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