Michael stood back up, leaving the half conscious Marauder at his feet.
He looked over to the woman. Why had she not ran away? Was she not afraid of the beastly man that Michael had become.
“Take me with you,” she said. “I want to go with you, you and I together. We can go to my place, it's nearby. If you kill them, then the police will charge you with manslaughter, even if it was in self defense.”
Somehow, Michael was still able to control himself. The beastly part of him wanted to fully take over, but the human part of him agreed with this pretty middle aged woman who was assuaging him to let the Marauders go.
15.
Fuck
Very,
Very
Well
It was quite obvious that Ella's voice was somehow soothing to the man who'd saved her. Almost as if she was soothing the savage beast inside him. She wanted him very soothed. She wanted to calm him down.
But not too much.
This beastly side of the man who'd been her savior from the Marauders, it interested Ella, in many, many ways. She wanted to know more about it, she wanted to study him.
She also wanted him to take her.
If he could fight so well, with such strength, chances were this man could also fuck very, very well.
Once they arrived at Ella's apartment and went inside, Ella kicked off her shoes and headed for the kitchen. By then she'd already asked his name, which was Michael. Michael kicked off his shoes as well.
“Can I get you a drink?” Ella asked. “Water? Juice?”
“Juice please,” Michael said. “I'm dehydrated. I just ran here from South Indianapolis.”
“Seriously? Isn't that like a two marathons away?”
“As you might have noticed, I am not my typical self.”
Ella went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“Take a seat,” she said, pulling out a carton of OJ. “After you drink you can take a hot shower.”
She fetched a glass from the cupboard and poured the juice into it.
“I'd rather not touch your furniture until after the shower,” Michael said. “I'm really pungent.”
“I noticed.”
Ella finished pouring the juice, then walked back out into the living room. He was standing there. Indeed he looked dirty, and he smelled much the same. But, for some strange reason, Ella liked his smell.
Michael smelled alive, real, and totally intense. He smelled fucking sexy.
“Here,” she said, passing him the glass of orange juice. “Drink it.”
Michael took the glass and guzzled it in a few long, big gulps before lowering the glass.
“Thanks,” he said, offering the empty glass back to Ella. “Can I have another.”
Ella smiled and took the glass back into the kitchen.
“Where were you going?” she asked, pouring a second glass.
“When I came across you almost getting taken by the Marauders? I was going to Bloomington Hospital. I thought maybe they could give me some answers there.”
“Answers?”
Ella put the juice back in the fridge again and walked back into the living room a second time for round two.
“Yes,” said Michael. “About what has happened to me. About what they did to me. One of the doctors there, Hutchins, she is some kind of rogue physician. She did something illegal.” He took the glass from Ella and said before drinking: “But now that I think about it, it's probably useless. The doctors at the hospital are probably powerless compared to the organization Doctor Hutchins is working for.”
“Sounds complicated.”
“I'm sure.”
He drank deeply again, polishing off the entire glass as if he had been hiking across the Sahara for a month without provisions.
“Well I feel better now,” he said, lowering the glass, a mustache of OJ on his upper lip.
At this point, Ella was having trouble controlling herself. There was no denying that her pussy was wet. This dirty, beastly, dangerous man that stood in front of her in her own apartment was actually turning her on.
Fuck, it was all that she could do to keep herself from pouncing on him.
“I should take that shower,” Michael said. “And then I can tell you more about what has happened to me.”
Ella nodded.
“Yeah, you should.”
16.
Leaking
Into
Her
Panties
Michael could smell that Ella was turned on, as she took the second empty glass from him. He could smell her fluids inside of her, dripping, leaking into her panties with anticipation of him taking her.
And it smelled fucking good. She smelled delicious. More delicious than the cold orange juice he'd just guzzled into his guts to cool him off.
More delicious than anything.
It was good to be able to smell all he needed to know. His nose was painting a picture of the world far more accurate than his eyes could, and Michael had better than 20/20 vision! It was marvelous! Shit, he might have to track down nefarious Doctor Hutchins just to thank her, personally, for running this strange genetic experiment on him.
Ella took the glass back into the kitchen.
“I want to ask you Ella,” Michael said, fighting to remain as gentlemanly as possible instead of letting his instincts take hold and ravishing her. “If you will take a shower with me.”
The scent didn't lie. He knew she did want to join him in the shower. In fact, just as he said those words while she was rinsing off the glass, he smelled her pussy as it squirted a little more of its juices into her panties.
Instantaneously, her body said yes.
Yet her mouth was silent.
She set the glass down, in the sink.
Michael stepped forward, to the entryway to the kitchen area.
She turned to face him. Her eyes were wide. Her pupils were dilated. And her pussy was very, very wet.
“Why would I want to do that?” she asked, her voice breaking with audible nervousness.
“Because I can smell that you want to do that,” Michael said. “I can smell that you want me to take your body hard and fast and strong.”
17.
Smashed
Against
Her
All Ella had to do was nod, and there was something raw and carnal about her giving the slightest nonverbal cue to the man that was about to take her.
Just a slight nod.
And then he came for her hard.
He took her and smashed his body against her's in the kitchen. His dirty, sweaty body collided with her's as he gave in without trying to resist his overwhelming urge to make her his own claim her flesh in his grip.
He was so powerful that the pain of his need for her naked body was instant. His grip was so strong that Ella yelped when he took her in his hands.
Michael in all his might lifted Ella up with ease. His mouth went to her and his tongue licked her neck. Fuck his tongue was long, wide, strong.
She moaned.
Apparently, the shower wasn't going to happen. He needed her right now. It was evident, when he tore her clothes off in the kitchen.
Her body would submit to him.
With his grip he ripped her shirt at the seams from the back as her legs straddled his waist. God he kept her aloft as if stroking a cat. She was putty in his arms, in his hands. She was a rag doll for his incredible musculature and domineering force.
She gave in to him as her bra strap snapped off by one of his curled fingers. Her tits unleashed from the cups as the lace fell by the wayside. Her nipples were so erect, her mammaries so swollen to beg for his attention.
Her slacks, likewise, tore off from the back at the waistband. Michael only had to tug once as his teeth danced across her neck. Ella could tell he was fighting not to hurt her more than she needed, that he was barely in control of his driving, intense desires to see her flayed.
It was in an instant that her panties came off
too: totally shredded in sheared shards of thin nylon fabric on the kitchen floor. What he needed her for was relief.
The beast needed utter relief.
Ella's pussy was free now and grinding on his lower abdomen, collecting his warmth in her vaginal folds as she left a trail of cunt elixir on his skin.
She wondered if he was going to take his clothes off, too.
At least up until his hard, ten inch, wide cock burst through his pant fly and jammed out into the open air below her loins.
18.
Cock
So
Damn
Hard
As his hands were all over Ella, Michael's cock got so damn hard it simply ripped open the zipper of his jeans. There wasn't enough room in the denim, because he was bigger than normal. His cock, like the rest of his body, had become out sized, overgrown, engorged with the power of the beast inside him.
Her pussy lips practically begged for him as he shoved it up inside her from below, her legs around his hips and waist, squeezing for him to puncture her genitals with is meat.
She moaned as he drove it home, biting her neck, gripping her bare ass cheeks. It was so dirty, so gnarly, so raw. Never before had Michael taken a woman with such direct drive and unbridled need. Even his experiences with all the farm girl's he'd pulled into the barn for a romp in the hay had all been tame and vanilla compared to this jam session.
He groaned and she moaned as he beat her up with his dick, slamming her wedge with monumental momentum. He fucked her so hard she yelped and gave in to him, draped over him, slagged in his hands as he demolished her labia.
As Michael fucked her, he couldn't help it but one finger roamed to her asshole between her cheeks. He circled her rim between thrusts then penetrated her anus all the way to the web between his index and middle fingers.
She gasped for breath as he did not let up one bit. She was double penetrated now and this was just the beginning.
Ella hadn't seen anything yet.
19.
Jammed
His
Thumb
The friction in Ella's asshole as Michael jammed his thumb inside her anal canal caused a slight burning sensation. His thumb, it felt twice the size of a normal man's, but maybe that was a excessive estimate because of the good pain inside her when he entered.
Maybe his thumb was only 30% larger than average.
As was his cock.
“Oh shit shit shit,” was all Ella could say as he bit into her neck harder almost breaking the thin skin above her jugular vein. Her voice was broken and her speech was slurred. Michael was so masculine that Ella felt as weak as a church mouse in the palm of his rough hewn hand.
And god was his dick big in her deep.
It filled her vaginal cavity, practically making her burst at the seams as she was engorged by how engorged he was. Shit it was almost like a fist in her, like a regular man's fist and forearm – only the fist was the tip of Michael's cock and the forearm was the shaft.
“In there so fucking hard inside!” Ella yelped as he pulled his dripping shaft out then rammed it home again, colliding his pelvis with her's as if each insertion was a seizure of unrelenting desire to dismantle her anatomy.
Ella didn't know how long she could take it like this. His thumb and his dick had her so filled up, with his pointer curled into her anus, supporting her weight as he aimed up and in and deep with his upward oriented meat.
He growled, and he just didn't let up at all.
20.
“Damn
you
went up
in me.”
The way Ella's asshole pinched off the shaft of Michael's thumb felt like it was so air tight not an ounce of gas could escape her if she needed to shit.
It felt good and Michael was about to blast his sperm up into her vagina when he abruptly stopped and pulled his sopping cock out of her.
“Damn you went up in me,” Ella said, as Michael pulled his bite away from her red marked neck.
They locked eyes, with her suspended there on him, propped over him, draped over his strong body.
All Michael could do was growl at her. He wanted to speak. Maybe even a part of him wanted to say something sweet to her. Something positive, something complimentary.
But the beast was with him now. It was in him, just as he had been in Ella.
It was the blood. They put the blood of the beast inside me.
And now that beast inside of Michael wanted to eat out every inch of Ella's body.
On instinct, on reflex, he turned her clockwise, flipping her upside down in the air by hitching one hand on her shoulder and lifting with the other one from beneath her ass cheek. She fell to the side but he kept her weight up with ease, until she had flipped over entirely and he was staring straight at her gaping sloppy swollen red labia.
Her cunt shimmered, and she felt her breath down on his cock because her face was below now. They were in a standing sixty nine position, and it was about to get really, really down and dirty right there in Ella's small kitchen.
21.
His
Enormous
Cock
Ella allowed herself to be entirely manhandled because she trusted Michael in all his strength and raw power not to drop her on her head in her kitchen. She was face to face with his enormous cock now. Its pulsating shaft was resting against her cheek and it looked bigger and badder than ever because she was in an extreme close up with it's heft.
His hot breath was on her pussy above as her legs straddled to each side, making a 'Y' with her body, the soles of her feet aimed up at the ceiling and Michael's hands holding her waist below her hips.
On instinct she gaped her mouth to try and throat his cock. There was no way it would go all the way in her without choking her to death but she was damn sure going to try. Her guts needed his dick deep. She wanted her stomach filled to the brim with his spunk essence.
As she managed to guzzle him to the half way point his tongue layered on to her juicy twat.
She choked on his man muscle as his tongue pried open her inner labia and filled he uterus with its shifting mass. His cock was blocking off her air but she went for more, shoving his dick back further in her throat to try and deep the whole thing.
Ella felt the muscles and bones in her pelvis shift because Michael's huge eager tongue was really digging her out and filling out every crevice of her interior. He put it in and tongue fucked her as the blast of breath from his nose blew across her stretched and loosened rim which his thumb had strained to enter moments before.
The two of them were smearing their bodies on one another, giving in to any hesitations as she took him inside. She had to orifices full of his body.
The only thing waiting to be gaped again was her anus.
22.
Wedged
Her
Big
Cheeks
Groans emitted from Michael's mouth as his tongue desperately licked out her big bulging cunt he was face mashed on to. He could smell her ass puckering for penetration too as she choked on his rod down south.
He wrapped one arm around her waist so he could pull his other hand free, holding her in a single armed bear hug as he went to probe at her shit shaft with his right thumb.
Tongue fucking her now, he wedged open her big round ass cheeks and penetrated her anus immediately, twisting it inside of her to create friction and make is point.
Down below she pulled her face off his dick, and he heard her gasping for air in between wet, fitful coughs as if she'd almost asphyxiated on his genitals. With one hand she continued to stroke his huge ball sack, palming each of his testicles and lifting up their weight.
Her taste, her flavor was savory, salacious. She creamed all over his tongue as he inflated her uterine canal to its absolute capacity, stretching and testing its limits.
Her moan bellowed out of her lungs with wet vocalization. She couldn't eat his shaft again because he was making her cum so hard she ne
eded to emit sounds of sonic pleasure.
His chin rested on her clit, his tongue in her cunt, his nose on her perineum and his thumb deep in her ass as kept massaging his nuts and stroking his shaft with her other hand.
As she foamed up to a froth he let his prostate empty its contents. His blast sprayed across the kitchen against the wall with a forceful, fire hose splatter.
And they kept going after it was finished.
It wasn't finished after it was finished.
The two of them just could not, stop, fucking each other.
23.
Orifices
In
Pain
Ella's cunt, asshole and mouth hurt bad after this beast man in her apartment went to town on every raw orifice of her body. They showered together after, cumming again under the cleansing water, their bodily fluids and saliva mixing with the dirt from Michael's muscular body as it circled then disappeared down the drain.
Her body called out to him to keep fucking her and he did so. It wasn't done until he left a load in her ass, before transferring his cock to her mouth for the last tinged spurt. Ella had never tried ass to mouth, but for Michael, with Michael, she felt like she needed it that way.
And every way.
Once clean and thoroughly exhausted, they left the shower and migrated to the bedroom to cuddle up and rest. Ella wasn't ready to sleep though. She wanted to know more, about why he was who he was.
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