by Havok, Rayne
The warmth of it floods my mouth, I taste her fear—I know people say that, but I can seriously taste the sweetness of her terror, and I’m ready for a sugar high.
Lazlo reaches for my face and licks her blood off of me, and then we both dive in again, tearing her apart, the sinew and flesh coming away easily. I carry her severed head by her hair, wrapped tightly around my fingers, as we go searching for the rest of her friends.
Lazlo stops abruptly, eyes closed and nose in the air, almost as if he can smell them. I do it to, focusing on the sweetness. The wind swirls or changes direction and we both seem to find it at the same moment.
We move quickly, but quietly, stalking toward the general direction of the smell, it seems to get stronger the closer we get to them.
There is a grouping of bushes off to one end of the field, and if I was in the mood to place a bet, I’d put it on that.
We find four of them there, three girls and a boy, huddling so tightly they look as if they’re trying to morph together, or like a school of fish, appear larger than they are.
“Hey,” I whisper directly into the boy’s ear. The shriek he makes when he realizes I’ve made it this close without him realizing sends a chill into my bones.
He screams again when I drag him out of the huddle by his hair.
Lazlo pounces on the stack of remaining girls, I listen to the crunching of their bones, the ripping of their skin, and if I focus hard enough, I think I can hear a soft humming purr coming from him.
I put my nose to the boy and take a deep whiff, making my way around his entire body, enjoying all the different scents he has created. I can smell the sweetness of fear, the earthiness of his sweat, the iron of his quick flowing blood. They mingle together and hits right between my thighs.
I tear his pants off when I find I like the smell best down there, moving my tongue around his flesh, swirling and tasting. Wrapping my mouth around his balls and then his cock, I fit them both inside and then wiggle my tongue.
Looking up at him, I notice the confusion on his face as the biology of his body tells him to enjoy this, but his brain tells him to run.
I suck harder, slowly up and down until his cock is hard and his eyes show me his enjoyment. I feel the purr in the back of my throat, and crunch down. The sweet flow of blood pulses out and he screams, trying to fumble his way out of my reach, but I climb up his body, gripping his wrists tightly over his head.
Licking his blood from around my mouth with a long grotesque demon tongue, I show him the taste of it, pushing it into his mouth, forcing it to grow and worm its way further down his throat, then fuck him with it.
His eyes bulge in horror, unable to breathe around my too-long tongue. I release his hands and pull on his top and bottom jaw, slowly applying the pressure needed to tear them apart.
The top of his head doesn’t come off like I was hoping, but his top jaw sits in my hand, still attached to his face by the skin of his nose. After a quick yank, it comes away like a pesky hangnail.
Lazlo finishes his kills and I watch him approach, completely drenched in so much blood, only the whites of his blackened- iris eyes are not maroon. He smiles at me, watching me toss the kids teeth away, my monster tongue fucking the life out of him.
“Sian,” he moans, “you may just be the wickedest of us all.
I retract my tongue with a flick back into my mouth, all three feet of it returning to normal after I want it to and I use it to answer him. “Thanks, babe.” I shouldn’t, but I take pride in that.
“Off to the grand finale? By my count there are two more.”
“Oooh, let’s go.” Climbing off the very dead boy, I grab Lazlo for help to my feet and then we take off in pursuit of our next.
The last two are surprisingly easy to find, I don’t think very highly of them, knowing they have had the most time to run or hide, they’ve chosen neither successfully. Fucking morons, the last girl and boy are at the far end of the field, sitting perfectly still as we approach them, not hidden behind anything, and mostly hoping, it looks, that they would have been forgotten about.
I stop Lazlo before he reaches them, turning him away from them so I can tell him what I want from him. “I really want you to fuck her and make it hurt.”
“I can do that.” He takes my hand and shoves it down the front of his pants; I massage his cock until it’s swollen and ready for her.
With a quickness the poor girl wasn’t expecting, he is on her, tearing her clothes off and pushing into her. The boy keeps his stone-like position, doing even less moving, if that were even possible.
Lazlo shoves his dick inside her, “bigger, make it bigger.” I plead.
“My dick?” he asks, confused.
“Yea, like I made my tongue big, make that big cock of yours even bigger, I want you to split her open.”
She howls as he grows, pulling out I can see the blood on his giant dick before it goes back inside of her, it’s tearing her up, and destroying her insides.
“Harder, Lazlo. Fuck her. Come that big dick load inside of her.”
After a few more brutal thrusts I know he finishes when I see the come ooze from her eyes, spilling from her mouth and nose in bubbling cream. She’s dead for sure before she has to suffocate on it.
Lazlo drags his massive pole, thicker than the girl’s thigh, out of her and slowly it returns to its normal size and shape.
“I didn’t even think of doing anything like that before, Sian. This opens a completely new level of shit we are going to do. You have no idea how excited I am for this. You are fucking brilliant and twisted as fuck.”
“Well, if you could save all that sweet talk for after I’ve had mine, that would be best, my pussy is dripping, and that boy needs to fuck me.”
He kisses me quickly, “by all means, you fuck that boy raw, give me a good show.”
I pull my shorts down, kicking them aside as I approach him. His head shakes wildly, begging me to come no further.
“Not to worry, kid, this is gonna to be so fun, I promise.”
“But, but…but…” he keeps his eyes on me, pointing at his friend, come covering her face like a fancy facial mask.
“That’s not going to happen to you, I don’t even have a dick.” Gripping his dick in my fist I tug hard. “Come on, you can get hard for me, can’t you? My pussy is so wet, let me have this dick.”
It doesn’t get hard, but the blood is definitely working south, its barely above soft when I straddle him and shove what I can into me. Rocking gently on him, I can feel it grow, although he doesn’t want it to. Gaining more rhythm, I grind his lap deeper and deeper, its filling me so full and I still want more. I dig deeper and grid harder, faster until it stretches my hole, shoving more of him inside, my pussy widening to accept more, and then more.
I continue to fuck him until there is no more of him and I envelope every inch of his body inside me like a snake eating its meal. I finally come, so hard my pussy so juicy, it expels him right back out, dripping wet and in a creamy, sloppy mess, bones broken and misshapen.
I lie back, utterly spent.
Looking to Lazlo, reaching for his hand as my head lands heavy on the ground.
“I guess she was hungry,” he laughs.
“Yea.”
After catching my breath, we make it to our feet, I take a quick glance around at the mess that we have made of the beautiful flowers. This is exactly what I was made for.
The end
Tantalize
It’s her fault, really, flaunting herself. She invades my mind, taking over until I must do something to regain it, to be free of her.
Things have escalated, but I have it all under control.
One
“I know. I’ll have it on your desk as soon as possible.” I leave her to ramble on, pacing by the large upstairs window. I stop long enough to watch Steven fiddle in his well-manicured yard. Hannah comes up behind him, crouched over, and wraps her arms around him.
Janice, on the other end of the phone, con
tinues her lecture on being prompt and on time with all deadlines. She drones one, monotone and without vigor, as it’s her main speech for the employees of the office.
I know that I have a few more minutes of this chat to make it through, so I prop my hip against the window’s sill, settling in for the long hall and resigning myself to being the nosey neighbor. It’s nothing I haven’t done before; my bedroom window overlooks the Clark’s yard.
I have tried not to make it a habit, but they have frequently become the object of my attention as of late. I’ve been working from home, hence my phone calls, almost hourly to Janice—the multitasking, over achieving, micro managing, boss I have on the other end, trying hard to make me her protege.
She wraps up her speech, and I give the appropriate responses that she requires to back off. I’ve actually already finished the task, and well before the deadline, but I can’t let her know that it takes me far less time than she allots. That would be foolish.
My attention is on Hannah, looking sexy in her high wasted jean shorts, riding up on her cheeks. I hope for her to bend over so I can get a peek while I sit here a little longer than I need to, the phone in my lap now. I think again about moving my desk over to this window. It wouldn’t be too difficult to switch from the one it’s at now, overlooking the side yard that promises me no interruption or distraction.
I wonder again if I’d be able to accomplish anything if I were distracted daily by her pruning and watering in the garden. I saw her come out topless one time, and I’ve been lusting ever since. It was quick, but reminded me of being a teenage boy and hoping for the slightest hint of a nip, just one slip so I could jerk it to a real one. She walked out like some slow-moving-rock-video-girl of the 90’s, flipping her hair to one side and jogging over to the end of the yard, her tiny waist and round full tits bouncy with each step. I nearly had to pull my chin off the floor. She’d grabbed the watering can and got back to the house too quickly, when she made her reappearance she was in a t-shirt.
She watered all the little pots and tended to their needs. Fully clothed, but I sat there like a creep and jacked off, picturing the way her dark nipples looked against her pale skin. The bikini-top-tan making her boobs even whiter than the rest of her. I came so hard.
Steven doesn’t even know what he has in her, he’s a top-buttoner, khaki pants wearing, barbeque on Sundays, limp dick nerd who I doubt could fuck her like I could. I imagine him gently lying her down and missionary-positioning her into a bored, sleepy, fake orgasm.
I’d take her hard, relentlessly pounding her insides until she screamed for me to stop, that I was too big for her. And I would be, she’s so small, under 5 ft and only thick in the ways that drive me nuts.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally infatuated with Hannah, but I’ve done nothing to let on that I’d take her right in front of her husband if I got the slightest hint that she was into me. As heart breaking as it is, she just is not.
Although, I have been invited to many of those Clark’s Sunday BBQ’s. I’ve gone to a handful and each one I got no indication she cared if I was there or not. Steven, ever the host, was more in tune with the crowd, making sure everyone had what they needed or wanted. She’d been nice, like always, just enough words to make you feel like you were friends, but nothing more. I’d watched her make her rounds, conversing with everyone as individuals, but they all got the same amount of time, a few words, a pretty smile, and a hand on their arm to show her affection. Then on to the next.
It’s as if she did the social thing because she knew that Steven wanted it. He was in his element. And she was a good wife.
So now I’m stuck in creep-mode, where hiding behind my curtains, hoping for another glimpse of those high, round, titties is commonplace. Jacking off to the memory and hoping for a new one, all the while, trying not to let the infatuation take over completely. I’m slightly ashamed to say, it’s becoming very hard to relinquish all the control my mind has, to a woman who would more than likely just laugh if she knew.
***
It only takes two full days of working exclusively from home to become full glutton-for-punishment man, and move the desk to this other window. All I kept thinking about was what was in this window while I was working at the other one. Very inefficient.
I promised myself it was to become more productive. If all I kept thinking about was whether she was in her yard or not, then moving my desk over here would answer that question instantly with a simple look. It felt like I was doing the best thing to keep my job. After convincing Janis that I could maintain my numbers from here, and that she should give the new guy my cubicle, I couldn’t have her regretting that decision in the first week. So, really, I had to.
After the desk moved into the new location, and I had my first official full day here, I think it might actually be helping. If she pops into my head, I just look up. Not there. Back to work. However, there was a time she actually was there, and damn if I didn’t have to watch the entire time she tended to her yard.
Wearing a simple tank top and jean shorts, doing nothing for an audience, I still couldn’t look away, the easy way her tanned and toned legs moved, or the gentleness she had moving her hair out of her face drove me out-of-my-head crazy.
Steven is a lucky man.
And I am a creep.
Shaking my head and getting back to work, I realize I’ve spent forty full minutes watching someone water plants. I find myself so annoying sometimes. I’m a 32-year-old, not unattractive, well employed man, who, rather than even go on dating apps, would just as soon watch his very unattainable neighbor water plants. How very fucking annoying.
Despite my earlier distraction, as soon as she goes inside the house, I’m able to gather my focus and get back on task. Finally, I can feel the reprieve through my entire body.
However, the next couple of days are now spent wondering about what is going on inside the house.
What is she doing?
Is she bored?
Lonely?
What if I were to stop over, just for a minute—to check on her?
No.
Better yet, what if I needed something and I was just stopping by to see if she had some… sugar?
Milk?
Fuck!
So annoying.
The more I try not thinking about her, the more my thoughts hold me hostage and keep me captive there, inside and tormented. I can’t even focus anymore, simply seeing her in the yard for brief moments at a time are not enough, I need to touch her, just graze her skin with the tips of my fingers, taste her neck with my mouth, smell her on me, mingling with the scent of my sheets.
I realize rather quickly; I’m addicted to her. All the responses are there, the need, the aching, and when I’m met with the unattainable, the withdrawal symptoms of irritability and anger, frustration levels through the roof.
I need my fix.
This woman will drive me crazy. If I’m not already there.
Two
I get out of the shower, and instead of heading to my desk to begin my next project, my compulsion drives me to her front door. My hair is still wet—slicked back, jeans slung low on my hips, bare feet and a thin cotton T. I’m mentally begging her to follow the porn script I’ve written for us in my mind.
I need her to know what to do so I can move on with my fucking life.
My hand literally shakes as I bring it up to ring her bell. Like some loser teenager picking his crush up for a date. But, fuck, I’m not even in his lucky position, I have not even gotten the “yes” to a date. I’m now more desperate than my hypothetical teenage boy.
“Gavin!” it sounds equal parts question and greeting. I try not to let it unnerve me.
“Hannah, nice to see you.” I keep my eyes trained on hers and try not to give off any sexual cravings until I know what she would welcome. I’ve never come by unannounced, never over stepped our neighborly friendship, so I get that she’s mildly put off by my being here.
Coming nowhere c
lose to the eager slut I had hoped for, dropping to her knees to salivate all over my cock while the neighbors to watch in envy. Instead she stands expectantly, waiting for me to fill her in on the reason for my very awkward and unplanned visit.
“Hey, sorry, I have been working from home.” More words empty from my mouth as I try and reign in my frustration, both at her and myself. “They got a new guy and needed the space.” I catch myself rambling infinitely longer than necessary, clued in by her raised eyebrows telling me that I should hurry things along.
I have never seen her act like this; at this point, if she were to be true to the character she always had been, she should have a big grin on her face and welcome me inside, maybe offer me a drink and a little hospitality. But alas, I’m on the steps and she is filling most of the rectangle entrance with her body.
Very unwelcoming.
I shouldn’t have come. Damn all those pornos that have you thinking merely a drop-by would have a beautiful woman swooning with gratitude for the attention.
Hannah is definitely not a girl from Pornoville and somewhere deep in my gut I can feel the resentment curdling my insides.
What does Steven have that I don’t?
Fucking nothing.
Nothing but Hannah.
Fuck him… and fuck her.
I try and stamp down my angry jealousy before it becomes apparent. I’ve got to follow the neighborly rules myself, even though I know it probably won’t lead to sex now, but still hoping it might, I have to guard our relationship, keeping it unstrained.
“I hate to bother you, but, like I said, I’m home all day now,” a charming chuckle, “I just ran out of coffee.” Very original, I know, but I thought instead of handing me an ingredient she might ask me in for a cup. “If you don’t mind?”
She grants me entrance with her wide, tooth-filled smile, and opens the door to me. I step inside and wait for her to lead me the rest of the way to the kitchen.
She walks ahead of me and I follow, watching her ass in a short pair of cotton shorts, her cheeks jiggling. I swallow hard and try to blink the visual into my memory and keep the lust out of my eyes so I can appear to be normal.
