by Eden Redd
When the fabric pulled down enough, a pale pink nipple was exposed. Morgan eagerly let his tongue slid out and he lovingly licked and caressed. Tibby gave him a warm smile, allowing him to taste her as she continued.
“When several men brought the young woman to a secluded place, the first lesson they taught her was pain.”
Tibby pulled back an arm, fingers curling into a fist. Morgan barely saw the fist before it struck his cheek and twisted his head away. A throbbing rush of blood touched him as his heart hammered in his chest. Turning his face back to Tibby, she sat, moving her hips along his lap and kissing the spot where she struck him.
The pale beauty pressed her head to Morgan’s head, wetness peeking out from closed eyes. “They taught her such lessons of the flesh. They opened her world to such knowledge and when the pain ebbed, the universe glowed to life. The blood formed words only she could understand. The delicious taste of flesh in her mouth satisfied a hunger for a thousand years. The life filling her throat told of ancient histories. The sea called out and the young woman sang back. Kiss me.”
Morgan tilted his head and rosy red lips touched his. The seductive kiss lingered, tongues snaking into mouths before Tibby pulled away.
“When the lesson was over, the young woman lay, her spirit twisted but her mind alive. She knew if she was to learn more, she had to become something similar to those who first taught her. Innocence turned to hunger. Hunger turned into learning. She could not allow lessons to continue if she didn’t control the environment. She adopted chains and leather, tools for a deeper understanding. Remove his clothes.”
Morgan stared, eyes never wavering as his shirt was ripped off. Tibby stood up and stepped back as the naked women undid his belt and pulled off his shoes and pants. When he was completely naked, Tibby moved closer, licking her lips as Morgan’s manhood stiffened and stood under its own power. Hands touched Morgan, caressing his flesh. A woman moved behind Tibby and began to pull the pale beauty’s shirt up. Large breasts bounced as they defied gravity, pale pink nipples pointing. Alabaster white skin glowed in the dim light as her leather pants were pulled down. Tibby held her whip in her hand as she stepped out of the leather pants and stood before Morgan. Creamy thighs sang their seductive song while her hairless womanhood lay bare, a drop of wetness streaking down her inner thigh.
Chains rattled as Morgan wanted to be free. Blood pumped in his ears, drowning out logic as he wanted to knock Tibby down and drive his demon’s home. The inner beast roared and a low growl filled Morgan’s throat. A self-hatred clawed at him as he found it difficult to control what lashed at his insides.
The whip coiled up and came down. Pain flared as Morgan grunted and looked down. Red welled up against his chest, but the skin wasn’t broken. The sting sent the inner beast back a few paces, but it still growled its desires.
“You’re a killer, Morgan,” Tibby said with a crazed grin. “I saw you kill your neighbor and I saw you carrying out the clown. You hide, but I see you.”
Morgan rattled his chains as he leaned forward, eyes holding a black menace. “I do right by the world by culling the rude and the bullies,” he yelled as the pain and lust fogged his once reserved demeanor.
Hands moved over Morgan’s skin as Tibby stepped closer. Dark green eyes turned black as she stared down. The razor smile she had opened into a small laugh, revealing a second row of sharp teeth. Morgan’s furious expression didn’t change as he watched her laugh.
“You hide under an exterior of calm understanding. You don’t embrace what you are,” Tibby said as her voice grew higher and higher.
The fury and lust blended into a chaotic storm. Morgan sneered as he rattled the chains. Instantly she had gotten under his skin, knowing his secrets. The inner beast roared and gnashed. Anya and Nikki appeared in his red haze, but their images fell away to the storm. They knew his secrets, but they didn’t bring him pain. They didn’t laugh at him as he cut up and buried bodies. They don’t haunt his dreams like the sick woman in front of him.
The whip arced up and came down. Morgan cried out as thick drops of blood welled up and flowed down his chest. The throbbing sensations caused the inner beast to roar again. When the inner storm reached its zenith, Tibby bent forward, her black eyes turning a dark green.
“Control it. You are the master of your fate. Master your inner mongrel or it’s appetites will end your lessons.”
Morgan let out a loud growl before coolness touched his spirit. The fire bled away and a chill seeped into his soul. The snarling beast bed down and simply watched as something bigger intimidated it. Morgan’s face softened, the lust and fury dividing and swirling as two different energies in one body.
Tibby’s eyes grew wider, staring down and licking her lips.
Morgan looked up, face blank. “Let me tell you a story. There was once a young boy. He tried to be good and helpful, but the woman who brought him into this world was damaged and broken. Society changed, but she didn’t change with it. She couldn’t earn a living because she didn’t want to understand the new world.
“The boy grew up, but he witnessed such terrible things. The woman who raised him allowed her body to be used by others. Her moans sickened the young man. Her inability to take control of her life twisted his insides. The men she invited to her room sometimes beat her. It sprouted a darkness the boy couldn’t deny. It writhed like a worm eating through his organs. It was enough for the young man to see a bully leaving his mother’s room. The man smiled like a monster in the closet. It was enough for the young man to leave his home and start his new life in a new society.
“The pain colored his world so he searched to ease his suffering. Among many worlds, he discovered hunting of a different kind. He silenced the rude. He killed the bullies. But the pain was always there, festering like an open wound.”
“What will the pain become?” Tibby asked with wide eyes.
Morgan’s lips curved into a small, sinister smile. “A tool to teach.”
The pale beauty sauntered closer and knelt to the floor. Dark green eyes looked up to the shadows covering Morgan’s eyes. The women around them stood up and moved away. A side door opened and the three women pulled out a man bound in chains and leather. Tears fell from his eyes as a ball gag filled his mouth. He was naked except for the leather straps and silver chains. The women pushed the man to the floor and he fell onto his knees.
Morgan looked to the man, recognizing him as the man he walked past in the street the other day.
Tibby snuggled Morgan’s cock as she spoke, “He forced himself on another the first night in town.”
Morgan’s chains rattled as he wanted to be free. The man looked away, sobbing like a child. Inner fire burned, wanting to cleanse the game of such vile trash.
“Undo my cuffs,” Morgan commanded.
Tibby looked up, the player’s veiny cock throbbing against her cheek. “He is part of the lesson. How can you truly be your own master if you don’t let others bask in the same needful desire? No, you will watch and enjoy while my sisters deal out divine justice.”
Morgan looked down, “Thulu commands divine justice?”
Tibby closed her eyes, licking along the shaft of his member. “No, Thulu is beyond such constraints, but we are not. You must understand the lessons before you can become free.”
A naked woman pulled out rolls of plastic sheets. The other two helped by pulling out long sheets and setting them down. Morgan watched as the man eyed them in a panic. Tibby grinned as she parted her lips and suckled on the tip of Morgan’s cock. Bliss swelled, but the heat in Morgan’s eyes didn’t waver. He watched as pleasure moved along his manhood in long, seductive strokes.
Plastic sheets settled down as two of the naked women moved the man onto the middle. A crazed madness colored his eyes as the third woman stepped to the chest, dipped her hands in and pulled out three thick daggers. Morgan couldn’t break his gaze as Tibby deep throated his member. Heart pumping faster in his chest, Morgan let his should
ers relax. Tibby’s bobbing head grew hypnotic in the edge of his gaze while the three women each took a dagger and surrounded the man on his knees.
Muffled cries dripped into the air. Morgan allowed his inner demons to witness the experience as he didn’t blink. The hate for those who bully others stormed on as the player’s eyes widened a hair. Daggers rose up as Tibby lovingly stroked Morgan’s cock with her seductive tongue and tight lips.
The man tried to scream, but it came out as a sad whimper. Daggers flashed down and points punctured flesh. Power and energy blasted Morgan’s nerves as the three women stabbed downward like demons. Blood came away with each swing and the women laughed like crazy succubi. Tibby upped the tempo, moaning loudly with her full mouth. Blood splattered and fell with each wild swing. The man’s whimpers dimmed as his body sunk down. Wounds spurted blood. A dagger stabbed at his neck and when it pulled away, a thick stream of blood shot out and landed on the plastic.
The moment the man fell face first onto the plastic sheet, Morgan let out his own loud grown. Cock thickening, Tibby took every inch until spurts of white seed splashed against her wanting throat. Tibby’s moans grew louder as she bobbed faster, milking every drop.
Morgan’s heart hammered in his chest. He didn’t struggle as his dazed eyes lowered to Tibby performing her masterful work. The blood, gore, and foul stench splashed against his mind and the player wanted to drown in it. The inner demons laughed and Morgan smiled.
Tibby pulled away, her dark green eyes turning black. With a whimper, she stood up, spread her legs and sat on Morgan’s lap. His erection did not wilt, a supernatural force taking hold and not letting go. Tibby moaned like a wild animal, rubbing herself on Morgan’s wet cock. Hand reaching down between them, she lifted herself up and sat in her proper place, inches stabbing into her pink folds. Morgan gazed like a lizard who had just fed on a big meal. Tibby whipped into a frenzy, forcing every inch into her body and squeezing, never wanting to let go.
The three women painted each other’s bodies in blood before they turned their sights to Tibby impaling herself on Morgan. Stalking forward, blood dripped down their nubile bodies. When they surrounded the couple, red hands painted their bare skin in streaks of crimson.
The insanity of the moment forced Morgan to smile. Tibby’s heavy breasts bounced in his face and he happily buried himself between them. The chains around his wrists were unlocked. Now free, he reached around and grabbed Tibby’s voluptuous ass, squeezing roughly. Tibby pressed her breasts to him, kissing him as she squeezed him like a vice. The three women turned on each other, kissing and fondling each other in reckless abandonment.
The moans and groans played on with the symphony of bodies. Morgan felt a need for release once again but he held back, enjoying Tibby as her thighs trembled. Black eyes gazed with demonic intent and the player found himself lost to her pools of abyssal darkness. For a brief moment, he understood. He understood life, death and lust. It played on like a song he always knew, but couldn’t recall the words.
“Stab me…stab my heart,” Tibby shouted as she sank down to the base of Morgan’s cock.
A small muffled explosion caused everyone to stop and turned their heads to the door leading to the club. The faint music stopped and small screams emerged. Loud growls and roars blended with the screams before gunfire erupted.
The three women grabbed the daggers off the floor and rushed the door. Tibby untangled herself from Morgan just as he stood up. The pale beauty reached down and grabbed their clothes. Morgan stared at the door, wondering what was happening, but not sure he wanted to stick around and find out.
Tibby pushed Morgan’s pants to his chest, “We are leaving.”
Morgan hopped as he tried to put his pants on. Tibby threw on her top and pants. She reached for her boots when a bullet slammed into the door. A bulge appeared before several more bulged out. Tibby grabbed Morgan’s arm while giving the three naked women a glance. All three nodded before backing up, daggers in hand.
Morgan looked for a weapon to help before Tibby grabbed his arm and pulled. The two crossed the room to the door at the opposite end and the pale beauty nearly ripped it off the hinges. Tibby and Morgan raced up stone steps as screams continued amid gunfire. The stairwell was dark and just as Morgan was about question where they were going, a metal door burst open and night air flowed down.
The couple burst from a cellar door and into another alley. Tibby lead the way, never letting go of Morgan. The two rushed along alley corridors and soon, emerged at the edge of the beach. Tibby giggled as she let go and ran toward the water. Morgan slowed, memories of the monsters flashing across his mind. Despite seeing and experiencing what he just went through, the thought of being dragged into the dark ocean didn’t sit well with him.
Tibby spun and smiled. Pulling at her clothes, she tossed them aside with each swing of her arm. When she was completely naked, her feet splashed into the water. Morgan slowly followed, but still kept a healthy distance. Mind reeling, he didn’t understand why Tibby was all smiles. The club was just attacked and she seemed unconcerned as small waves crashed at her legs.
“Come in, the water is wonderful,” Tibby called back gleefully.
Morgan slowed to a stop, ten feet from the water. Star light glimmered in the black sky. Small dark clouds drifted along the night landscape, indifferent to the violence and blood the couple left behind.
Tibby stared, seeing Morgan standing his ground. “There are no monsters here. They were all at the club!”
“Your friends? The club? Shouldn’t we do something?”
Tibby slowly walked backwards, white legs sinking further into the dark ocean. “We are doing something. We are basking in Thulu’s chaos!”
Morgan’s mind vibrated, ready to crack. The ocean waves and starry night blurred together to form an otherworldly landscape. It set him on edge as a sliver of sanity screamed. The night had gone too far. It had become the beast he feared under his skin.
“Morgan…,” Tibby called out, “…The ocean will cleanse you…”
The player looked down as blood covered his body in dark streaks. The sliver of sanity died and the demons cheered. Morgan’s concern turned into a wide smile. Hands pushed down his pants and they puddled on the sand. Energy filling his limbs, he darted across the short distance and hopped into the incoming waves. Tibby cheered him on, her body slowly sinking into the black tide. Morgan let the hunger take root, chasing after Tibby like she was a siren on the rocks.
“Come to me my handsome killer…,” Tibby said before she sank below the surface.
Cold water rushed along bloody skin. Morgan took a breath and jumped forward into the sea. Below the surface, he swam, eyes searching for any hint of Tibby’s alabaster skin. Sound faded to the steady pulse in his ears. Swimming deeper, thin shafts of starlight barely penetrated the surface.
Morgan righted himself, arms and legs swaying to the small currents. Floating, he saw that he was alone. The vast abyss yawned all around him, only the dim light from the surface showing the way back. Serenity engulfed him and his eyes closed to its blissful touch. The inner demons quieted down and only the sound of his heartbeat radiated through the black abyss.
Opening his eyes, the player stared as something big floated in front of him. It was large, bigger than him, bigger than a school bus. It floated, black eyes on its sides, gazing forward in cosmic indifference. The young man continued to float, no fear in his heart. Death had become transition and the player was ready for all transitions until he found peace.
A dark gray body lazily moved as several fins barely moved in the currents. The giant monster watched with eyes black as onyx. A line formed and a mouth opened. Rows of teeth glowed in the abyss as the mouth opened so large, it could swallow the player and he would never touch the edges. The rows of sharp teeth took up most of Morgan’s vision but he stayed, drifting with the currents.
The mouth closed and the giant creature turned. A black eye glanced to Morgan as the long
body flexed with power. It moved through the abyss and a moment later, it was gone.
Morgan stared, ignoring his burning lungs. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath in reality as well. Before he could take a breath, hands came from behind and curled around his chest. With a pulse of power, Morgan was dragged upwards and broke the surface. The player took a breath as hands held him and legs kicked. Soon they reached shallow water. Morgan pulled away, but a hand took hold of his. Tibby lead him out of the surf and onto the beach.
“A priest has blessed you,” Tibby said with a joyful edge.
Morgan turned to see Tibby’s naked form barely a foot away. Holding his hand, Tibby pulled him closer and kissed him. The player thought she would be cold, but her body was blazing hot. The heat instantly warmed his body and he returned her kiss with his own. The two stumbled further onto the beach until Tibby pulled away.
“It is such a magical night…I have something else to show you,” Tibby giggled.
Morgan eyed her with genuine happiness, “Show me anything you want.”
Tibby’s smile remained as her eyes turned black. The wide grin grew sharper as her teeth shifted from blunted to points. Laughing, her mouth opened to reveal rows of sharp teeth. Pale skin along her neck, shoulders, arms and legs turned a dark blue, almost black. Breasts, stomach and inner thighs remained white. Body convulsing, she laughed into the night, a fin rising out of the middle of her back and fins along her arms and outer thighs. A tail unfurled from her lower spine and a shark’s tail hit the sandy floor with a ‘thud.’ Tibby’s face remained mostly the same except for the odd coloring. Gills pulsed along her neck as her raven black hair framed her face. Nose sinking in, two slits formed.
Morgan stared with a blank expression.
Tibby spread out her webbed hands, her smile fading, “Do I disgust you?”
The player stepped toward her. Morgan’s eyes wandered along her smooth, hairless body. The slit between creamy white thighs budded a pink line while her large breasts with dark blue nipples bounced from her breathing. The thin waist called out like a candle in the dark. The player lifted his hands and placed them on her hips, eyeing her up and down before staring into her black eyes.
