Savage Urges

by Poppy Deveaux

  “Nooooooooo,” whined the bitch, giggling even as she said it, in the manner that indicated she didn't not want to, but that she was nervous and wanted to be seduced into it.

  By the way, does me calling her a bitch bother you? Maybe I shouldn't say that. I'm just being silly, I don't mean anything by it. Like, if it was a guy I was jealous of instead of a girl I'd probably just call him a bastard. Ain't no thang.

  Anyway, the bastard had pulled the bitch into himself at this point, grabbing her by the ass and pulling her into his body, his lips melting into hers as a sneaky means of changing her mind about things, and I could feel myself getting pretty damn moist watching his cock dig into her short shorts through the denim of his jeans.

  Oh come on, you expected me not to watch? I'm not some pervert who goes around looking for this sort of shit. I was fucking stuck here until they'd finished doing it, what the hell did you expect me to do? They were the ones getting ready to screw their way into my evening, I had every right to at least watch the disruption. God, you people are judgmental for paranormal smut readers...

  After some time of this the two little youngsters snapped their lips apart, staring into one another's eyes, the girl, I'm sure, thinking that this was fucking true love, and they gazed for so long that it fucking made me uncomfortable. Like, I could actually feel their crotches burning on their behalf, the little fuckers..

  Kevin leaned into her, pressing his lips tenderly against her ear, and whispered quite loudly, “Come on babe, take your top off...”

  “What? No!” she giggled, and I could tell she was fucking begging for him to convince her.

  “Come on, babe,” he said, and started caressing her right boob, staring again for a long time into her eyes.

  Well, of course the little cunt looked around wildly in each direction, making sure that the coast was every damn ounce as clear as he told her it would be, then she hurriedly hooked her fingers into the hem of her tight little t-shirt, wriggling it up off over her head, the fabric sliding like snake skin along her taut little abdomen, revealing a glistening pierced navel and an immaculate pair of titties bolstered in the cups of a pink bra with white polka dots. Then she reached behind her shoulders, smiling at Kevin, not taking her fucking eyes off him the entire time, and undid the hook. She pulled it off slowly, offering him a generous glance of her tits, huge and luscious, with perfect little brown nubs for nipples.

  He cupped the palms of his hands against them, pushing them tenderly around on her body, making me burn up above, my own neglected boobies almost sore with envy at his touch.

  “Your turn,” whispered the slut, and he smiled at her, reaching for the hem of his own shirt, and pulling it up off of him in one fell swoop.

  Holy shit.

  I just about damn near fell out of my tree branch when I saw him without a shirt on, his muscles rippling across his form like the fucking flanks of a horse, with delectably chiseled pecs, a washboard stomach with all six cans full and intact inside the pack of his abdominals, an outie belly button that was just too damn perfect for a human being to possess, all topped off with a set of sculpted V-lines marking out his Adonis muscles, an all too rare occurrence in men, I've learned from my many centuries of experience, like an arrow pointing down to the immense treasure down below.

  Speaking of said treasure, my highly detested slut friend was now digging for it, running her hands admiringly across the terrain of his musculature, and letting the fingers drizzle down like rain along his contours, reaching the fly of his tight jeans, unbuttoning them, and tugging the zipper down. Then she plunged her hand into his boxers, and I could almost feel the heat of his masculinity burning through my palm as she struggled to gain a hold on it in its immensity. I clenched my fingers a few times into a fist, the sort of motion a man makes whenever he wants to subtly indicate grabbing a woman's booby.

  At last she whipped the thing out, and once more I just damn near about fell out of the tree, and again I was put in mind of a horse's anatomy at the sight of him. His cock looked as though it had been transplanted off of one and simply soldered onto a human being, long and thick and veiny, swaying from his body like the branch of a tree in the wind with the removal of his boxers, his scrotum hanging down from his pelvis like a fucking punching bag, each nut about as big around as a grapefruit, the combined package about enough to tear a girl like the one he was with to bits.

  Holy hell.

  It was in that moment that I felt absolutely certain of the fact that I was in love...

  Little topless miss sweet nips came ducking down to her knees, and I could see her struggling to figure out how to get the thing to fit inside her pretty little lips.

  Amateur.

  If that had been me I would have sucked him off six ways to Sunday and back again...

  She tilted hr head in a few different orientations, considering a useful strategy, until finally leaning in, letting her lips dissolve around the head of Kevin's erect penis, making a faint little whimpering “Mm,” noise. She waited for a moment, catching her breath, his dick only inside her up to its tip, and then pushed down further along, opening as wide as she could, until I could tell he was just beginning to press down into her throat, at which point she gagged him back up, smiling at him, a little embarrassed, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

  “Here babe,” he said, and placed a helpful hand on the back of her head, pressing her back into him, and this time his big fat cock went all the fucking way down, so that you could see the damn thing bulging in her fucking throat by the time he'd come to a halt.

  She was making all sorts of silent gagging noises, no vocalization, but sort of a gurgling liquid sound. He smiled at this, and pulled very slowly back out of her, almost back up to his tip, so that she could get a light breath in around the girth of his erection, and then pushed right back in once again, pulling in slowly, slowly, slowly, her lips pressing once again into the clean-shaven swath of his pubic area.

  He was very gentle with her, working up to a very tender rhythm, deep throating her in as easygoing a way as possible, more like he was giving her throat a massage than he was face fucking her, and she started making the gagging noises more vocally as he fucked her, “Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug-” I should specify that he was very gentle with her, but not gentle enough to actually let her out of doing it, because he fucking wanted her to suck him off, and he was going to fucking get it.

  I loved the idea of a young man who might think he could dominate me if it was myself in that situation, and I lusted after how wrong I would end up proving him if I had the chance...

  After some time of this gentle, lapping fellatio, Kevin pulled mercifully out of her, and she inhaled an intense gasp of air. Her breasts heaved in the moonlight as she struggled to catch her breath, and he pulled his jeans the rest of the way down off of himself as he watched her.

  God, even his ass was wonderful...

  After some time of what I believe to have been theatrical, exaggerated wheezing, she smiled, looking up to him with those puppy dog (bitch) eyes of hers, and saying innocently, “You're too big...”

  God, how I wanted to bitch slap her...

  “That's okay babe,” he said forgivingly. “Just get undressed...”

  She didn't even get up from the ground, but reached down to the fly of her ridiculously tight jeans and unzipped it, scooting out of them in the grass. She was wearing this pink pair of panties underneath, with a little white ribbon on the crotch, the cutesy little fuck...

  I didn't really want him to pleasure her, but God if I didn't want to watch him tear her apart...

  She wriggled out of her panties, and the moist pink slip between her thighs glistened in the darkness, tiny and tight despite the abundance of fat cocks I was sure it had taken, and despite my hatred for her I could certainly see the appeal.

  She breathed slowly, smiling up at Kevin from the ground as though half asleep, and seeing him only as a dream.

  He drifted slowly down on t
op of her, covering her body like a blanket, and I felt warmed somehow with his heat, as though it were me he was lying down upon and not the bimbo.

  His face landed on top of hers, and he was so much taller than her that this put his dick several inches lower along the grass from her vagina, so that it must have been impossible for the two of them to ever kiss and have sex simultaneously. Their lips melted together, and her ripe breasts pooled into her body beneath his weight, his hands reaching up to seize them, squeezing their warm, tender flesh, his fingers digging into them, pushing them around and around and around on her body, so that she had to turn away her head and gasp from the sensation.

  He smiled, and moved his body up over her.

  I cringed as he slid inside her, the tip of his cock melting into the moist, tender folds of her cooter, and sliding into her body, inch by inch by inch, evoking a pathetic, girlish whimper, which again, I felt fairly certain was all for show.

  After that, all I could really see was Kevin's ass it pumped toward the ground, as though fucking the grass instead of the girl beneath him, her body so tiny that she was nearly eclipsed from view, her arms wrapped around him with her fingers clenched into his clenching ass and the moans of “Oh God, oh God, oh yeah, fuck me Kevin, fuck me, oh yeah, fuck my tight little pussy, oh yeah, do me Kevin,” the only signs that there was a girl there at all.

  I was getting pretty dizzy at this point, closing my eyes, and fantasizing that it was myself beneath him instead of this tramp, imagining him penetrating me, blasting me to bits, my body shaking with orgasm...

  And WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!

  After a few more thrusts he held himself in place inside her, and she started screaming like mad, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” not even bothering to attach profanities to her “ohs” as either climax or a faked orgasm washed over her, and I swear to God that Kevin's ejaculate was so thick I could hear it blasting against the internal walls of her body, like shooting a squirt gun into a hollowed out cantaloupe, so very many long, gooey spurts that I swear he could have set a world record by the time he came to a stop, and pulled out of her body. He'd filled her up so thoroughly that you could barely see his cock through the layers of his own cum gumming him up.

  Holy fuck... I had found my new purpose in this world, and that purpose was Kevin.

  I would have him at any cost, and the sweet, sweet nectar of his youth would be all mine...

  He let the bitch rest for a bit, her breasts rolling around as she caught her breath, and he made her suck all the cum off of him before the two of them got dressed again, hopping silently back into the car, and rumbling off into the black of night.

  I caught the license plate number as the two of them drove off, and smiled at the thought of putting my devilish plan into action...

  Chapter Three

  As mentioned, I ended up marrying up Kevin's father shortly thereafter. He wasn't that hard to seduce, frankly. He'd been single for some time now, and not an unattractive or unsuccessful guy, but I think he was getting pretty tired of playing the dating game. It only took a few rounds of my critically acclaimed whoopie making to convince him that I was the woman for him, and soon I officially became Mrs. Veronika Smith. (Did I not mention my name is Veronika? I didn't? Well fuck, you should have asked. God, what kind of lazy readers are you people? I'm Veronika, nice to meet you now that the story is halfway damn over.)

  And so yeah, I forced myself to squirm through the domestic life for a while. I didn't much enjoy it, free-spirited vampire as I was, but it was what it was. I still had hundreds of years left to my life, so surely I could stand a few months of banging Kevin's boring ass father in exchange for a bit of young blood once Kevin himself came around to my advances.

  I cooked, I cleaned, I suppose I enjoyed my husband bouncing me around on his cock. I mean, hell, there isn't really much sex that I don't enjoy. But it wasn't giving the sort of fulfillment that I was looking for. Not by a long shot. It felt good, but that was about it. Half the time it was over just as quickly as it had begun, and I was always left wanting more. Hell, in the ultimate irony, I'm pretty sure our sex drives were reversed in terms of gender, so that I pretty much wanted sex all the time, and my husband always complained about being too tired, or not in the mood, or sore from having banged me for four hours straight the night before.

  The little pussy...

  It was a good thing I had my young cub to look forward to with such relish, because if I thought this was all my life was going to amount to from now on I would have flipped my friggin' wicket.

  I suppose technically I could have gone straight for Kevin at any old time, but I wanted to make sure I was careful about it. I didn't want to rush things and have things blow up in my face, and I knew that for things to work the timing had to be right.

  For one thing, he was still dating that little tramp when I married his father, whose name I found out was Trish- slut name even, no?

  And I thought maybe if I tried to snatch him away from his snatch he might feel guilty about banging me. So no, I would just have to wait until the little tart broke up with him, or cheated on him first, in order to ensure the maximum possibility of him electing to cram that big ol' D into little ol' me.

  I did try to drop some pretty big hints for him though, bread crumbs if you will, that would lead him to my door one of these days once he came around to reason- door, in this case, being a subtle euphemism for my sopping wet vampire gash.

  Whenever I banged his Dad I was sure to moan as loudly as I could to get his attention, and his bed was right on the other side of our wall, so I was careful to bang the headboard up against it as I plowed into his old man, stirring up as sexual a racket as possible just to get him hot and bothered.

  I did things like walking around the house in my negligee, pretending as though I hadn't thought about it. Or snuggling up to him on the couch while we were watching TV together as a family, or bending over to pick things up in front of him, giving him a full view of my ass throbbing toward him in whatever ludicrously skimpy outfit I might have been wearing at the time.

  Hell, one time I stood around for an hour in the bathroom, ass naked, waiting for him to “accidentally” walk in on me and see my exposed body- which he eventually did, gaping in awe at it for about ten solid seconds, his eyes roving along my form like water, soaking in every last inch, before finally snapping himself out of it, apologizing profusely as he turned away, and slamming the door shut behind him.

  He didn't look me in the eyes for weeks after that, but his face turned scarlet and he popped a boner through his jeans any time I was in his presence, so I knew my efforts had had their intended effect on the lad...

  Aside from that, all I could do is wait, and wait, and wait, my bloodlust growing more intense by the day, so that occasionally I had to nibble on my husband's neck while he was asleep just to keep myself from starving or exploding or whatever the hell I would end up doing if I kept on like this for much longer...

  But at long, long, long last, my day came.

  And boy, do I mean to tell you it came.

  All the fuck over me...

  I just about jumped for joy when I heard that Kevin had dumped the bimbo, and I spent a few nervous days after that biding my time, looking for an opportunity that would be neither be too soon, nor too late, causing me too miss my golden opportunity...

  Chapter Four

  As it turned out, my golden opportunity was so golden that it gave me double the carnal pleasure for only half the price.

  Kevin was lifting weights. Shirtless.With a friend. In our garage.

  The friend's name was Michael, and I swear to God he could have been Kevin''s goddamn identical twin. They each sported the same rippling musculature, their sweaty bodies pumping and thrusting and looking dandy as candy as they lifted their respective iron, their arms bulging and their chests flexing and God oh God oh God...

  I waited about fifteen minutes into their workout before I made my move. My husband was away on a bu
siness trip, thank God, or else this perfect chance for messed up sex with his son would have gone swirling down the crapper.

  I knocked on the door that leads from the kitchen to the garage, and heard their weights clanking loudly down into place on whatever machines they were using at the time, and the volume on their workout music lowered by a decibel or two.

  I peeked through the door at the two rugged eighteen year olds, their chests heaving, each with surprisingly lumpy erections pushing through the fabric of their jeans for being in the middle of a workout. I swallowed hard.

  “Either of you boys care for some water?” I asked, handing them a pitcher I'd brought out. I should note that I was wearing about the skimpiest house dress I had in my closet, the tight fabric scarcely making it past my lady bits down my thighs, my curves intensely pronounced beneath the hugging embrace, everything more or less visible for their evaluation. “I don't want you two to get dehydrated...”

  The two boys looked at each other, with wicked smiles spreading across their panting, beautiful faces, and I knew right then and there that they'd seen through my ruse, and that perhaps they'd been the ones with the plan from the get-go.

  Hell, I'd flirted so shamelessly with Kevin, maybe it had been foolish to think he wasn't planning this just as carefully as I was. Bringing another guy over, the two of them working out shirtless the moment his father was gone and it was just me in the house...

  My vagina was suddenly becoming very moist, I noticed, and my knees very, very weak...

  “Actually,” said Kevin, as the two of them sauntered lustily toward me. “We were just about to start doing some intense cardio... We were wondering if you might want to join us?”

  And honest to God, the transition was as simple as that.

  The next thing I knew, their bodies were pressed against me, in a flash almost, their sweaty, muscular forms stifling me, making my head spin, my fragile little vampire heart pumping like mad. Their heat radiated through my body, burning me like the archetypal sunlight that's said to seer through the flesh of vampires like myself. Our three sets of lips pressed together in a dizzying array, Kevin's lips melting into mine, his taste sweet, young, and absolutely delectable, making me long for the salty pang of his blood on my tongue, even despite my preoccupation with sex at the moment. His tongue roved into my throat, suffocating me pleasantly, my own tongue sloshing around against his, my fangs poking softly into his tongue, not piercing his flesh, but pressuring so hard down into him that they might well have.