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Primal Instinct Ch. 01

By: Darlantan



Chapter 1: The Tastes of Freedom

It's strange, sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I hadn't become a knife guard. It's ok if you don't know what that is. I sometimes wonder myself. It's weird, but when someone asks you what you do for a living, and you tell them you're a body guard, they sort of glaze over, thinking that it's like Kevin Costner and Whitney Houston. 

Tough break. Sometimes it can be like that, but not often. My brother and I trained for years in Baja, which is a very fast and effective method of fighting with sticks, like batons. 

Only, he and I modified it to use the daggers we're both so fond of. Anyway, I got into the regional championships in demonstrations and I was pretty stoked about it. Ilya always laughed at me when I bought home the trophies or the prize money. 

Ilya went in to private fights, cage fights and the like. He was good, too, but not on my level, even if that does sound immodest. I've always believed there's no shame in knowing you're the best. 

Anyway, I'm getting off track. Ilya got into a bad crowd one night, and called me up. I went to pick him up, but by the time I'd gotten there, he was already being challenged into the ring. It took about four seconds. He'd been stabbed before the fight, then covered up, like in Gladiator. I wasn't impressed, and leapt into the ring. 

Six years later, and I got out of prison. I would have spent more time inside, but I had a good lawyer, Karen Jacobs. She told me to look her up when I got out. I had to find a job, so I rang her. She seemed happy to hear from me.

I wound up in her office, very uncomfortably I might add. No sight of a woman in six years, you get a little antsy. Over and above the fact that Karen wasn't exactly my normal type, that is to say, a bit long in the tooth, a bit on the thin side, and with a voice that could crack glass within seconds. After six years, my standards had lowered a mite. 

I think my breathing started to heat up the room, and she noticed, because her own started to get a bit faster. I was sporting a hard on the size of Brazil and licking my lips when her buzzer went off. 

Her secretary brightly announced that her sister was coming in. Karen leaned forwards and hit the button, and I gave a bit of a growl at the sight of her breasts stretching her business suit. Her eyes widened as the door opened, and my lust clenched in on itself under a fair bit of control. That was one thing that prison had taught me, to control myself. 

Just because you can take someone in a fight doesn't mean that you could take their two dozen or so friends eagerly watching you. The door opened behind me, and I twisted in my seat. I didn't want to stand up, because a part of me still was. 

Karen's sister was a sudden centre of focus as she walked in. White slacks clung to long, very shapely legs, which rose up to the kind of ass my hormone riddled dreams had paraded in front of my vision every night for the last six years. A thin gold chain encircled a perfect waist, into which was tucked a pressed white blouse. 

There was just the hint of cleavage that tantalized, and I felt another growl begin deep in my chest. Thick, curly tresses of hair fell across her shoulders, and I smelt the faint combination of apples and something indefinable feminine. 

The sister stopped at my hungry look, and met my eyes. We paused for a second, and I felt something move inside me. Her eyes were a vibrant lavender colour, and I was spellbound. My hunger died away in the sudden calm. The animal that prison had brought out in me was suddenly and completely enraptured. 

I stood up and offered my hand. She smiled shyly, and put a hand to her chest subconsciously. My head turned back to Karen, who cleared her throat, but my eyes stayed locked with her sister's. 

"Janelle, this is Piotr. Piotr Voinovich, my sister; Janelle Kaspowski-Christoph." My eyes narrowed for a split second as I saw hurt and anger flare in Janelle's eyes. There was a story here. I stepped back to allow her to sit, but she shook her head slowly and dipped her head, finally breaking our eye contact. 

I blinked, and inhaled sharply as I remembered to breathe. I turned back to Karen, but Janelle spoke up. "Sorry, sis, I just got away for a moment, and I thought you were alone." 

There was an unspoken question in her eyes, and I glanced back at Karen, who for a second looked outraged, then suddenly calm. "I was just looking Karen up for a chat. I wouldn't interrupt a sister's conference, so I'll lead off." Karen's eyes darkened, and I felt her disappointment. 

She swallowed and ran her hands down the front of her suit, drawing my eyes back to her chest for a split second. I felt the beast rear up again, and I knew she could tell I wanted her. I doubt she knew I wanted anything, as long as it was female and willing. 

I beat the beast back down for a moment, then dipped my head. "If you'd like to finish our chat, maybe I can wait? It it's not too much trouble of course..." Karen hurriedly agreed, and I took Janelle's soft hand in my calloused one, and kissed it gently. 

Her eyes softened and she blushed. I noticed the showy ring on her wedding finger and I tried to look at her eyes again, but she looked away. I strode past her and shut the door quietly. I strode out to the secretary's desk and smiled at the young girl, probably not much more than eighteen. 

"Karen asked me to wait. Do you know where I can get some coffee?" The girl looked up and smiled. She bid for me to lean closer, and I did so, noting her low cut dress. I felt a moment's chagrin that I was looking at anything with a skirt and a pulse, but dismissed it. Six years. The secretary looked confidentially down the hall. 

"They're normally in there for an hour or so. If you'd like, I can..." She was cut off as the intercom hissed. 

"Rachel, I'm going to have some lunch here with Janelle. You can take half an hour off, if you like." 

Rachel, the secretary, took one look at me and devilishly smiled. "Thank you, Miss Jacobs. Would you like me to make another appointment with Mr. Voinovich?" There was silence on the intercom for a moment, then Karen's voice came back. 

"No, but if you can tell him to come back in forty minutes or so, that would be fine." I smiled at Rachel and ran my tongue over my teeth as my hunger flared up again. 

"Coffee?" The young girl smiled to herself and nodded, pressing several buttons on the answering machine and standing up. 

She wore a tight mini skirt and a black business jacket, with dark blue high heeled shoes. Her legs were encased in navy stockings. As we made our way to the coffee lounge, she made a sharp left and beckoned for me to follow her. 

We made our way up into the stairway, and I felt my cock harden as I followed her swaying ass as we headed for the roof. With only one floor to go, she turned off, and we stepped through the door. She stopped just as I turned from closing the door, and I bumped into her and growled, my erection straining against the front of my jeans. 

She sighed as she felt me slide up between the cleft of her ass cheeks, and then gave me another devilish smile over her shoulder. I growled again and she stepped away from me, pointing out to the bare rooms. I looked at her for a moment longer, then followed her arm as she motioned around us. 

"These are to be the new offices for Dartmouth and Kimball, as soon as they're finished. Right now, they're just lighting and air conditioning. Nothing else, no cameras, no nothing." I moved up behind her as she stood looking out at the cityscape spreading out before us behind the panes of tinted glass. 

"Is there a reason you wanted to show me this?" She smiled devilishly again, and closed her eyes as she slid her hands around to cup the bulge in my jeans. 

"No, I just wanted to be somewhere so you could show me this..." I grunted and she squeezed me. I began to nuzzle into her neck, and my tongue slid out to suckle at her tender flesh. Her head tilted back and she sighed. 

Despite myself, I was impressed as she simultaneously and single-handedly undid my zip and eased me out of my boxers. She rubbed herself up and down my body until my rough hands stilled her. I growled again, and she moaned as my hands pushed her skirt up to her hips. 

I felt a sudden surge of lust as I saw the suspenders stretching tight across her thighs to the vivid blue lace encircling her loins. With another growl, I pushed her over with one hand, the other gripping her thigh. I nudged towards her, and she whimpered. She cried out in shock when I entered her, and I laughed harshly. 

"Still a little girl, eh?" She nodded mutely as I began to heave up inside of her, and I felt her legs collapse. As she knelt down and laid her head onto her crossed arms, I pushed into her again. 

I'm tall, six foot ten, and it was difficult, but the beast inside me raged at the softness of a woman after so long. I began to pound into her faster as she began to softly sob. "It...it hurt...oooh..." I took little notice of her words as a red curtain draped over my eyes. 

Another sudden urge gripped me, and I withdrew from her for a moment, and leant forwards. My tongue slid inside her, and she gasped at the sudden pleasure. Her moaning made my cock strain, but I was too enraptured at her taste I had missed so much. 

I felt her spread her legs, and she rolled over, lifting her leg over my head as she lay on her back. Her eyes met mine as I slid my tongue over her clit and swallowed her juices. I ran the tips of my front two teeth over her clit, and she gave a yell and flooded mouth with her cum as her hips bucked against my snaking tongue. 

She lay back and sighed, her hands stroking my cock as I slid up and into her with no resistance. This time, she didn't whimper, only moaned again. Rachel laid her head back and wrapped her arms and legs around me as I moved within her. 

With another shudder, she coated my balls and thighs, and I reached down between us. I covered my fingers in her come and brought them up to my lips, tasting her. She caught at my hand and sucked on the tips of my fingers, to my animal's raging pleasure. 

My cock surged inside of her, and her eyes widened. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan, and I kissed her. Her arms tightened around me, and I shut my eyes and thrust up into her, tensing my whole body as I thundered my cream into her. 

We stayed like that for a moment, then I moved inside her again; the beast wasn't satiated by a long shot, and she whimpered again. Our eyes met, and she shook her head. "You're too big, and I can't take it." My face screwed up as I slid my cock out of her. 

"I've waited six years for a taste of flesh, Rachel. I can't help it if I'm this hungry." I growled again, and she turned away. 

"Well, fuck off and do someone else. As it is I feel like I'm not going to be able to move ever again. And don't even think about looking at my ass." 

I felt hot anger, and I wiped my cock on her skirt as she lay there catching her breath. I was still incredibly hard. She'd done nothing more than whet my appetite. I paused for a moment, thinking of rape, and then pushed it back inside my crumpled jeans as I slid them back on. 

I may be an animal, a killer. But I'm not a rapist. I'm just hungry for sex. She opened one eye and then the other as my cum slid onto her hips from her skirt. Her look was withering as she realized what I'd done. "You bastard!" 

My blue eyes went glacially cold, and she shrank back. Her gaze went to the still hard bulge in my jeans. "That was nice...can I..." I turned to go, not satisfied in the least, and she leant forwards and grabbed at my leg. "Can I see you again? I have a feeling we could be good together." 

My eyes softened as I looked down at her. Even after what had just happened, she was still alluring, and most definitely still fuckable. I'm not a completely insensitive asshole, and I know I keep mentioning it, but six years. 

One quick fumble wasn't going to satisfy me for a while. I felt something stir deep inside me, though. Something that thought, not the beast. "For what? I could barely get started, and you're sore. I'm not gonna be here to be used." She looked at me for a moment as I walked towards the door.

Karen was saying goodbye to Janelle as I walked back into the office waiting room. I knew I smelt of sex and Rachel's perfume, but I didn't care. My erection faded a moment when Janelle's enthralling gaze met with mine, and I dipped my head to her. She smiled to her sister, then hurried past me. Karen beckoned to me, and her eyes narrowed as I passed her. 

I heard the door shut behind me, and then the lawyer strode past me. My mind was still on Janelle, which was strange. Normally, I didn't pay that much attention to women, and now that I was in the middle of trying to swallow an entire buffet of women, I didn't like that one single one so easily became the centre of my attention. 

In front of me, Karen was openly staring at my crotch, a small smile on her face. "So, Piotr, what exactly can I do for you?" My gaze drifted to her chest again, and the straining breasts barely contained. She must have undone a button before she came back in. 

A tantalizing line of bright red lace showed from the lapel of her shirt, and she rested her chin in her hand as she crossed her legs. My lip twitched as I realized I had missed a chance at a Basic Instinct glimpse of the forbidden lands. 

I ran my tongue over my teeth again, and noticed that Karen's chest was moving up and down faster. "I need a job, Karen. A way to earn a living. And a place to stay, until I can get my feet on the ground." Karen's eyes had a far away look about them, and I crossed my own legs as my cock began to throb. 

Her pink tongue darted out to her lips. "I never liked that. Feet on the ground..." My lips curved into a knowing smile, but I raised my eyebrows, questioning. 

"Oh? You prefer your head in the clouds, dreaming?" 

Karen returned my knowing smile, and offered me a cigarette. I shook my head, and she got out of her chair and opened the window. Her skirt was a tiny bit longer than Rachel's had been, but it still rode up her thighs nicely. 

I grew tired of the innuendo, and stood up as Karen sucked on her cigarette, her eyes half lidded as she watched me. Her eyes drifted down to my jeans, and the bulging zipper. With another quick drag of her cigarette, she bent over and flicked it out the window. 

She slid it closed and made her way over to me, sitting with her legs crossed just in front of me on her desk. Her eyes drifted up to mine, and she must have read the hunger there, because she crooked a finger at me and beckoned me closer. 

I took one step and was against her. She glanced down at my jeans, then ran a fingernail over my zipper, which bulged bigger as my cock grew thicker. Her eyebrows lifted, then her mouth opened as she began to pant. I reached over and tilted her head back, my mouth searching for hers. 

She kissed me for a moment, then her hand slipped into my open jeans and grabbed my cock in a crushing grip. I gasped and broke the kiss, and her heavily lidded eyes met mine. "Shh, Piotr. I'm the boss here. I tell you when you get to kiss me..." 

I growled low in my throat, and her lip curled in a smirk. "It's about time you were introduced to how you pay me...pro bono work doesn't seem to interest me much at the moment." My eyebrow lifted, and she squeezed my shaft, then gave a very wolfish grin. 

"You better fuck my cunt six ways from Sunday, Piotr. Have you any idea what it's like trying not to finger yourself silly under the desk while talking to your sister because the man who ought to be getting you off is busy filling your secretary's skanky little hole?" I leant in close and smiled right into her face. 

"No, because I don't have a sister, and if you wanted, I could have done you while you were talking to her." Karen's eyes widened, and I thrust up into her grip with another growl. She looked down at my pulsing heat, and flicked her thumb over my tip, wiping away the droplet of precum that was oozing out of it. 

She brought it up to her mouth, and eyed me steamily as she sucked it off of her thumb lustily. I grew painfully hard, and grabbed her roughly. She slapped me hard, and I spun her over onto the desk, face down. She spread her legs, but I slapped her ass cheek with a ringing slap. 

She moaned as I kept going, and I noticed with lust that she was beginning to grind her hips into her desk. Her eyes met mine with fire, and she kicked her legs out, and pivoted on the desk so that she was sitting up, her legs spread and her wet hole gleaming. 

She slid her feet onto my hips and pushed my pants down around my ankles as I discarded my shirt. I stepped out of my pants as she ripped at her top. Her large breasts bounced as I grabbed at her shoulders, pressing her down onto the desk. 

She spread her knees as I moved between them, and she squeezed her nipples viciously as I slid into her. Karen's breath hissed out between her clenched teeth as I slid inside of her again and again. She let go of her left nipple and slid her hand down to pinch her clit as I fucked her. 

She lay back as my rhythm slowed, my hips moving side to side against the heat of her walls. She was moaning incoherently, and I felt her clench around my rock hard meat as her hands suddenly gripped the desk. My hands reached forwards and gripped her shoulders as I fucked my pole up into her with bruising force. 

The office was filled with the sounds of our juices fucking into each other as our flesh slapped together. My hunger rose as I kept fucking her, and the beast reared up again. 

Karen gasped as I gripped her hips hard and lifted her, still impaled on my cock, and pushed her over her desk. A jar of pens flew off the desk as my wet cock slipped out of Karen's tightness, and she looked back at me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Russian? Keep fucking me, or I'll have you back in prison in a...ooooh." 

My mouth again tasted that wonderful juice as I licked her out. Her excitement coated my cock like paint, and a sudden wicked thought flashed through my mind. I slipped my fingers up inside of her and straightened up again. My cock began to nudge against the tightness of her rosebud, and I slicked up my thumb with her juice, then slid it deep into her ass. 

Karen gave a cry of surprise, and arced off the desk. She shuddered around my fingers, and more juice dripped out of her juicy hole. I slid my cock inside her hot little cunt again a few times, and she whimpered. I rubbed her juice over my tool and began to fuck my fist. 

After a minute, my juice covered cock was fully lathered up, and I pushed into her ass. Her legs jerked wider and her head arced up in shock, and she was silent as I pushed deep into her ass. I felt her sphincter tighten around my shaft, and fought a wave of pleasure. 

I began to move back, and Karen shook her head. "No, no, no...you...no...you can't...oh...it...I'm...boss..." I thrust into her, and Karen sobbed in pain. I reached around and slid two fingers over her clit, rubbing the sides of it again and again. She moaned and quivered on my cock as she came again. 

Her hands reached back as she reared up to her knees, and grabbed the back of my head. She stuttered obscenities at me as I continued to fuck her ass, and she clamped down on me as she came again with a gasp. 

My balls tightened as I thrust into her, and I felt my orgasm begin to work it's way up from the base of my spine. I wrenched my cock out of Karen's ass, and she slid to the floor in a boneless heap. Her meaty breasts were right in front of me, and I slid my cock in between the pale folds and thrust a couple more times. 


Primal Instinct Ch. 01



Karen reached up and pressed them together, and I grunted twice and then exploded. My cock jerked inside the warm cavern and my semen burst out and lathered her chest. 

The thick lubricant made the sliding sensation all the more wondrous, and I thrust again. Karen opened her eyes in time to be hit in the face with my warm come. She turned her head away, and more landed on her neck and cheek. I collapsed down into the chair, and watched her. Tentatively, she reached up to wipe it away, then paused. 

As I watched her, she swallowed hard and touched her fingers to her lips, just as I had done with Rachel's sweet fluid. Her breathing slowed as she sucked my come off of her fingers. 

My cock lay against my thigh; spent, but not yet limp. Her eyes flew to it in wonder, and she reached down to touch herself. Her fingers curled through her soaked pubic hair, and slid down to slide inside herself. Her middle finger reached down still further, and slid into her rear. She began to fuck herself as she stared at my cock, and her lips parted. 

I stared at her nonchalantly as she fucked herself. I stood up, and she began to pant as my cock bobbed in front of her. I reached down for my pants, and a look of longing crossed her face. 

"Piotr, wait." My eyes slid over the pathetic scene before me, and I shook my head. 

"So your secretary uses me for sex, and now you think you can too. You might have wanted to do it beforehand, but I guess you never got the chance. So now that I'm so horny I'd fuck anything, you figure it's your chance? Six years, and now I'm willing to accept anything, that's true. It doesn't make it right. Women aren't the only ones who get used and get shitty about it. It's just the guys are only interested in sex, so they don't really care what the motive is behind it. So tell me. Why should I wait?" 

Karen's eyes met mine, and her expression hardened. "You enjoyed it, you came. So you tell me. Why shouldn't you?" I shrugged. 

"Because that doesn't make it right. Maybe I'm a hypocrite, maybe I'm just a creation of six years of forced chastity. But whatever the reason, I guess you've got nothing for me here aside from a good time. I need that, but I need a way to live more." Karen stood up and grabbed hold my cock with both hands. It pulsed in her grip, and her smile slid back into place. 

"I can get you a job. But in return, you give me this." I paused for a second, and eyed her. Despite her just fucked appearance, she had the lawyer look about her. Her mind was moving, even if her body was moving in a different direction. 

I waited, namely because I knew what that was like. My body wanted to fuck, wanted to badly, but my mind wanted other things. Her fingertips began to move slightly as she traced her nails across the veins of my cock. 

Her smile was predatory, and the beast in me liked it. I moved minutely, my cock sliding in and out of her grip, much to her smile. "I'm listening." Karen pushed me back into the chair and reached for a cigarette. She lit it, and straddled my hips, sliding her knees between my legs and the armrests. 

Her hips eased forwards, sliding her rough pubic hair over the sensitive tip of my throbbing cock. She took a deep drag of the cigarette, and pressed her chest forwards, offering her cum covered nipples to my mouth. 

I bit down on one of them, and tasted myself. She sighed and slid onto my cock with obvious pleasure, and took another drag. Her eyes were closed as she rocked back and forth, moving my cock deep inside of her. She opened her mouth, and the smoke began to lazily trail upwards over her face. 

For some reason, it was an immense turn on, despite the fact that I'm not a smoker. Karen's head tilted to the side. "I can get you a job in an instant..." Her mouth opened with a smile as she began to rock back and forth harder and harder. 

The tip of my cock began to hit something deep inside of her, and she shuddered. She sucked back on the cigarette, and moaned as she blew it out above us. I turned my focus to cleaning her other nipple, and her thighs squeezed me. "My sister needs a bodyguard, someone to take care of her. Her husband treats her like a trophy." 

Her breath hissed in through her teeth as I thrust up inside her. I reached around and began to play with her rosebud, darting my finger around her ring. Her eyes opened and she took a final drag of the cigarette. 

She flicked it over my head and reached a hand around to push my finger into her ass. Her eyes closed and I felt her clench down on my finger and cock. I trailed my tongue up to her neck, and nibbled at her collarbones. Karen gave a low moan and began to bounce on top of me. I could feel myself beginning to thicken as my own orgasm got closer. 

"She's bored and lonely, but he won't let her go anywhere. If she had her own personal guard...someone..." Her breathing was rasping in her throat at she bounced up and down on my cock. 

I slid my finger all the way into her ass, and she bit her lip. "I'll convince her to take you...ooh...as...a job...lots of mon - OH GOD!" Her sudden cry as I pushed my finger deeply into her ass just as she slammed herself down onto my cock elicited a groan of my own as I began to thrust up harder and harder. 

My hands travelled up to grasp her shoulders and I grunted as grabbed hold of my head and held me to her. She stifled a scream as she came, and I felt her juices slide down my cock and onto my balls. 

Karen was like a limp doll in my arms, but my cock was straining in the need for my own release. I laid her on the desk on her back, and kissed her. As she weakly rubbed her tongue on mine, I straightened, and slid my cock into her mouth. Karen sucked on the head, one hand jerking my shaft as her other ran down to rub at my balls. 

Her eyes opened and I felt her teeth scrape just under the bulbous head of my cock. I gasped and she smiled around my cock. Her fingernails scraped down the skin of my shaft as her other hand began to slide up towards my ass. 

Just as her palm left my scrotum, she pressed up onto my pubic bone. My cock pulsed deep in her mouth, and I dropped forwards onto the desk, and thrust into her mouth. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked me down. I gritted my teeth and thrust a final time, and felt myself shudder deep in her mouth. 

I felt her throat clench around me as she gagged, and I slid out of her mouth, my come leaking out onto her face. I squeezed the head, and her darting tongue flashed out to gather it in. 

Her eyes slid up into mine, and I smiled. "So, that job with your sister?" Disappointment flashed in her eyes, and her features hardened. 

"Come back tomorrow." She sat up as I reached for my pants. I dressed quickly and quietly. In the aftermath, I found myself wishing that I'd done things differently. As in wishing that I hadn't fucked my lawyer, or her secretary. I glanced at Karen's stiff back for a moment, and sighed. I wasn't like this. I was a good man. A young man, but a good man. 

Ilya had been the animal of the two of us. He had been the one that had gone about with nay a care in the world, screwing every woman and her daughter or sister. My own experiences were someone smaller in number. Any time I thought that I'd made love, it was always nice, just not special, like I thought it would be. 

Now, I didn't care. Or maybe more accurately, I wasn't concerned. No, that's not right either. I did care, I was concerned. I was just addicted. I couldn't stop. It was as if that part of my brain that was me wasn't even aware of the fact that I had an almost all consuming need to conquer any woman around me. 

I resolved to restrain my animalistic needs, and become the Piotr I knew I once was. All this took about fifteen seconds, and Karen waved at the door. I stepped out and Rachel's eyes met mine. I went to walk out but stopped. Hadn't I just sworn I would change who I had become? I walked slowly over to her, but I couldn't meet her eyes. 

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I sighed, and squared my shoulders. "I'm sorry." Rachel stared at me for a moment, and nodded, once. I turned to go, and half expected her to say something. But she didn't. And then I was gone.

To be Continued...



Primal Instinct Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Journey to Redemption.

The only other person I knew that was still alive was Greggory, the old Baja trainer that had taught Ilya and I. In a world gone mad, with Ilya dead and me just out of prison, not to mention this thing inside me that I still refused to believe, he was the only person I could turn to. His last letter, still in my jeans pocket, had given an inner city gym as his address. 

I sighed as I looked at the huge grey building in front of me. The moon was hidden by the dark storm clouds that were racing across the sky, and the only light came by the streetlights lining the road. It was about ten, but Greggory had always trained his kids later, so there was a chance he'd still be in there. 

I sighed as the memories of Ilya and I floated across my mind. Greggory had always warned me that Ilya would drag me into whatever hell he had opened. It didn't matter that he was right, and when I thought about it, it didn't matter that he knew I wasn't the same laughing little Russian he had taken under his wing. 

All that mattered was that he was still my friend. I spotted his massive frame leaning against the ropes intently watching the fight going on in front of him. Two Americans were fighting one another, and from my cynical eye, still had a long way to go. Greggory's voice was hoarse with whiskey and old age as he scolded them. I suppressed a smile. 

"You Americans won the west? With your guns, and your horses, not your brains! Stop thinking of gun fights with sticks, and start thinking like Bajani! With grace and skill, not force! If my little bears were here, they'd..." My laughter echoed through the gym, and he turned at the sound of my voice. 

"Beat the shit out of you and teach you to duck or be belted!" Greggory's eyes filled with tears, and I looked away as he blinked nearsightedly. I felt my chest constrict as the full realization of my old teacher's true state crashed home. Time had not been kind. 

"Piotr, my bear, how are you? When did you get out?" 

I smiled as he threw his arms around me, and thumped him on the back. My smile broadened as I noted that there was still a great deal of strength left in those thick arms of his. "Greggory, good. It has been too long." Greggory gave a bark of laughter. 

"Ha! Six years, too long. Come, come, have you a place to stay?" I shook my head, and failed to duck the hand that cuffed me. "Idiot! Of course you do! Ilya's old room remains up top." My eyebrows shot up. Greggory's smile fell and his expression grew sad. "Ah, well, when the big bear got into trouble, he came to me, as you both should. I gave him a room, and kept it for him. After he died..." 

His voice fell. I cleared my throat. "Ilya was never one to think of such things as life or death. In this, if only in this, we should follow him." Greggory nodded and jerked his chin towards the stairway behind the small office at the front of the gym. 

"Ah, of course my little bear. A wiser head on your shoulders now, eh? Very well. Have you a job?" I nodded as I shouldered my pack. 

"I go tomorrow. A bodyguard." Greggory eyed me, but didn't say anything. He led the way up the top to Ilya's old room. 

My brother kept a sparse place, but it had a huge comfortable looking bed, and a bookshelf. Under the single window was also a small box, filled with assorted trinkets. I moved to the bed and dropped my pack. Greggory watched me as I made my way around the room, and I smiled as I saw Ilya's favourite book, and strangely, a bible. 

I glanced up at Greggory, who shrugged. "I will let you get settled." I nodded my thanks, and the old man clomped down the creaking stairs. On top of the bible was a set of car keys, and another key chain with a single key on it. 

The chain had the word "gym" engraved onto a small metal band. I nodded to myself, and opened the bible, more out of idle curiosity than anything else. Ilya had never been religious. Inside was written, "To battle inner daemons, one must first know their nature. Your friend, Greggory." 

I leafed through the thin pages listlessly, and started when I turned a page to see pages cut out. Inside the hollow lay three packets of money. My shock turned to amazement as I realized they were fifty dollar notes. About three grand all up. 

I tucked the money into my wallet and looked around. Ilya's ghost was thick here, and for some reason, I needed to leave for a while. It just didn't seem right at the moment. I went downstairs, where Greggory was back at the ring, watching his two young fighters. "I'm headed out, doveritch." He nodded as I shook the keys at him. 

"Is there some sort of bar around that I could get a drink at?" Greggory shook his head. 

"I'm too old for such places, little bear. I don't know." One of the fighters stepped back from his crouch. 

"There's a nightclub about fifteen minutes walk down the road, man. Girls are a bit on the intense side, but the music's good and the booze is cheap." I nodded my thanks and turned to go. Greggory reached out and grabbed my shoulder. 

"Hey, little bear. Pick up a girl while you're out. Six years is a long time." A smile came and went on my face. 

"You're telling me."

The Hunter's Moon was already full and jumping by the time I got there. There was a little trouble at the door as the huge bouncer was feeling belligerent. Honestly, I couldn't tell you whether it was my cold smile or the other bouncer's cautioning murmur that forestalled the fight. I didn't really care which. 

I made my way to the bar and called for a beer. Just because I'm Russian doesn't mean I have to only drink vodka. The girl behind the bar eyed me carefully as I downed it in one go and waved the empty bottle at her for another. 

She leaned in so I could hear her over the music. "If you wanna drown your sorrows, that's fine honey. Just don't join in on anything, and don't cause anything." I smiled at her and inclined my head. 

"My sorrows aren't drowning. They're just in the back seat while I celebrate freedom." She nodded in understanding and pulled out another beer. I felt a touch at my arm and turned into a pair of crossed arms. The bouncer from before. 

"You crack onto Kaitlin again, and it'll be your ass, boy." I shook my head. 

"Just because I just got out of prison doesn't mean I like that. Boy." His eyes narrowed and he looked away, obviously feigning nonchalance. His fist came forwards, aimed somewhere near my jaw, and slammed into my open hand. I set the beer on the bar as he looked at me in disbelief, then reared back to kick the stool out from under me. 

I snaked my other arm around his elbow, and wrenched down. I felt it pop as it dislocated, and he gasped as his head lay on my knee. I snorted and patted his bald head, and leant in close. 

"Don't bite off more than you can chew here, pal. And don't ruin my night." I wrenched back up and his elbow cracked back into place. His face was a mask of pain as he met my cold smile and colder eyes. As the bouncer nodded and whimpered, I let him go and swivelled back around. I heard his retreating footsteps as I took another slug from my beer. 

As I lowered the rapidly emptying bottle, I met Kaitlin's eyes. There was something there that wasn't quite anger and wasn't quite impressed. "Never seem someone so confidant that they could take a whole security team before." I shrugged and the beast inside me stirred as my eyes roamed over her. 

The black shirt was tight against her top, and her platinum blonde hair shone like a spotlight in the darkness. She wore skin tight moleskins, and they clung to her like silk. My cock stirred and I smiled at her. "Like I said, I just want to celebrate my freedom. Care to join me?" She looked at me with one raised eyebrow. 

"Yeah, right. I met you five seconds ago, and besides that, I'm still working." I shrugged and tilted my empty bottle towards her. She smiled slowly and reached for another. "At least you're not asking for Cougar and a slice of lemon. That gets old." 

My confusion must have read on my face, because a shy smile came to hers. "Don't tell me you're a gentleman in a place like this, coming from where you sound like you just got out of." I showed my teeth. 

"Don't believe in rehabilitation?" 

Her tilted head spoke volumes in sarcasm as she took the lid of my beer. "If you keep drinking like this all night, I'll be a very busy girl." My cock stirred again, and a wolfish smile laced my features. 

"Hmmm. I suppose this is the part where I try to be gentlemanly and not mention the lovely images that statement evokes." She laughed. 

"At least you have a realistic sense of humour. I'm Kaitlin." I made a mock bow. 

"Piotr. It is a pleasure." Her eyes darted down back to the door, and the retreating figure of the bouncer. 

"It could be." 

The beast in me reared again and I gave an easy laugh. "Ah, the enticement without the availability. The trademark of a skilled bar mistress, or so I've been told." She returned my mock bow and headed down the bar to serve someone else. The club was very busy, and I felt a wave of remorse at having missed six years of parties and playtime during my twenties. 

At least I stayed out of trouble in prison. Not that there was too much to worry about. But I did stay out of it. Here? Trouble beckoned me like a man dying of thirst sees a clear blue pond. 

I saw a girl dancing on the floor, and her heated look in my direction. I looked back at the bar and saw Kaitlin laughing at something one of the other bar attendants said, and finished my beer. I headed for the dance floor, and was met by the girl with naughty eyes. 

Her braided hair swung about her in its own dance as she twisted sinuously to the music. She locked eyes with me, and my cock hardened in her glance. A smile matching her eyes lit her lips as she held out her arms to me. Her lips locked onto my ear as my arms tightened around her waist. 

She moved her knee between mine and met my eyes. She was wearing contacts, or her eyes were somehow bright yellow, like a cat's. She rolled her tongue out of her mouth and wiggled the tip towards me suggestively. I leant in close. "Can I help you somehow?" 

The girl ground her hips into mine, and my hand caught her ass as she thrust herself against me. "Only if you wanna get out of here and make me scream." My eyebrows lifted and my surprise was complete. There was something not right about her eyes, and she shot me a challenging look with smouldering eyes. 

"You wanna crack the shits over me having a few cupids, or do you wanna crack a fat and slam in into me?" I narrowed my eyes, and gripped her ass. She smiled and held up a finger. On her fingertip was a small pink pill, with a white heart in the centre of it. "Wanna get really fucked up?" 

I shrugged. It wouldn't have been the first time, but I'd never fucked on drugs before. "Cupids?" She popped it in her mouth and swallowed. 

"They make you horny, and when you come, oooh," her tongue slipped out and darted into my ear as her hands reached down to cup my bulge. 

"It's a high like no other." I nodded, and she gave me one of the small pills. I put it in my mouth and she smiled. As she led me out of the club, Kaitlin dashed up to me and caught my arm. 

"Where you off to?" She had a couple of empty bottles in her hand. I leant down to her. 

"I'm coming back as soon as I take her home. What time to you get off?" She stared at me for a moment, then her eyes darted to the girl in leather looking back at me. I cupped her jaw and kissed her. She was shocked, but didn't resist, and after a second, her mouth opened. 

I forced my tongue into her mouth, pushing the cupid into her mouth. She leant back and blinked, then swallowed. I felt a rush of heat, and my cock surged against her. She looked down at it, then up at me. I turned and left her there, standing in the middle of the floor.

Outside, the woman in leather pushed me against the back wall of the nightclub and kissed me hard. I bit her tongue, and crushed her breasts in my hands with bruising force. She leant back as I began to knead her breasts through the material of her shirt. Her nose was pierced, as were both her nipples, it seemed. 

Her lips were covered in black lipstick, and her eyes were rimmed in black as well. She looked like a vampire, and eyed me lustily as I continued to twist her nipple rings. She shoved a hand down her pants and began to play with herself as I undid my fly. 

She shook her head and shushed me, then took her hand out of her skirt and opened my belt. Her eyes went down to my thick meat, and she nodded. "Okay. You'll do. My place is pretty far, how about yours?" I shook my head, and grabbed her, biting down deep into her shoulder as I undid the clasp holding her skirt up. 

"That cupid says I ought to fuck you here and now." She eyed me for a moment, then dropped to her knees. 

"I'll suck you off here, but you gotta return the favour back home." I nodded as my cock surged out of my pants and trailed up her cheek. 

Her black lined lips opened wide as she enveloped my cock. I grabbed her head and began force feeding her my length. She gagged and I felt something small and spiky drag across the head of my cock. She reached up and cupped my balls as I fucked her face, and one hand slid up the back towards my ass. 

I gripped her hair hard as her fingertip tried to move inside me, and clenched my ass cheeks together. She wrenched her head off of my glistening cock, and glared up at me. "That's all the ass play you'll get. I don't do that unless you let me fuck yours first. Fair?" 

I shrugged and lifted her up. I reached under her leather skirt and ripped, feeling the lace give way. The girl protested for a moment, then I lifted her up and slammed her down onto my cock. Her eyes bulged and she gasped in a breath. 

I turned around and pushed against the wall, sandwiching her between bricks and my thrusting cock. Her legs fell to either side as I pistoned in and out of her, and she began to moan. I leant back, keeping my legs bent to take our weight, and twisted her nipples. Her ecstatic scream echoed off the walls and I grunted as she clenched down onto me. 

She wriggled up and down my shaft and began to pant. "Keep twisting, oh...oh my God...oh, you're so..." I turned away from her exclamations as I twisted her piercings back and forth and fucked her. She melted against the wall as I felt her gush against me.  

I looked down in surprise as a huge torrent of juice oozed out of her pussy. I growled as my pants became soaked in it and she passed out. I kept thrusting for a moment, then stopped, feeling like a necrophiliac. I snarled at her, but she was out to it. I took out Ilya's mobile, and rang for a taxi as I did myself up. 

Her panties were ruined, but I pulled down her skirt, much to my throbbing cock's chagrin. I searched in her purse, and found her licence. Carmen. A little girl's name. I slung her over my shoulder and made for the alley entrance, where the taxi would be. The taxi driver glanced at my soaking crotch and smiled as I threw Carmen in the back seat. 

I handed him the girl's licence and forty dollars. As the car pulled away, I headed for home, to change. As a stepped up the stairway to my bedroom, my thoughts were on Janelle, and my minx lawyer, Karen. 

Janelle, Karen's sister; trophy wife in need of a body guard so she could have a life and feel normal. In my mind, I could see her just as the last time. Suited in white, with a pristine nature all about her, she had strolled into her sister's office, only to be mentally assaulted by the raging beast that prison had created in me. 

My hunger to utterly conquer her had led me to her eyes, whose vivid intensity still rocked me to the core. I remembered the taste of her perfume on my tongue as I breathed her in, and the powerful urges that forced me out of Karen's office, and straight into Rachel, the secretary. 

From there, barely finished, straight back to Karen to satiate my lust. My cock began to pulse again as I thought of my conquests, and the horror of a man that I had become behind the barred windows and stone walls. 

I dressed again in my favourite outfit, my dark grey shirt with black outlines across my shoulders, and down my ribs, tucked into dark blue jeans and steel capped boots. I slid Ilya's deer horn bowie knife into the sheath lying horizontally across the small of my back and rolled my shoulders. 

I tried to readjust my cock as it bulged in my jeans, but my hardness wasn't going to be persuaded. I walked back down to the club, and walked straight past the bouncer with a nod, though he wouldn't meet my eyes. 

Inside, Kaitlin strode up to me boldly as I walked through the crowd. Her chest was heaving as though she was panting. Her breathing made me ache as I leant in close to her. She stretched up on tip toes and her hand slid around my neck. "What the fuck did you give me, Russian?" My smile was predatory as I looked down at her. 

"Please, little one, call me Piotr." Her teeth clenched, and I noticed a thin sheen of sweat covered her brow. 

"Fuck that, what did you give me? I just tried to slip my tongue into Giselle, and I'm straight!" 

I pursed my lips as she pressed in close to me, moulding her body to mine. The beast in me stirred again, not at all satiated from the little encounter in the alley by a long shot. "Maybe you're just repressed, kitten. What time do you knock off? I think it would be nice to spend the remainder of the evening with you, if you're interested." 

She swallowed hard and nodded hastily. Just as we hit the bar, a barman stepped out. "Thanks, Kaitlin. You're a treasure, baby doll." His eyes roved over me for a moment, and then his grin widened. 

"Hmm, what can I get you, big tall and thick?" My lip curled, and I nodded at Kaitlin. 

"Whatever she wants." 

The barman pouted and handed Kaitlin's bag over to me as she threw her apron over at him. I led the way out of the club as Kaitlin stuck to my arm like glue. She was shivering as we crossed the streets, and I offered her my jacket, but she shook her head vehemently. "Not what I need," she said through clenched teeth. 

My predatory grin flashed again, and she leant in close as we neared the gym. Her hands began to run over my ribs and ass as I unlocked the door and preceded her in, to turn on the lights. She turned as I shut the door, and smiled softly. 

She really was quite beautiful, with curly red hair that framed an exquisite face. Her angelic eyes searched my face, and suddenly her eyes were downcast. "I've never done this before. Taken someone home from work, I mean." I smiled at disarmingly, and gripped her hips gently, swaying her towards the stairs. 

I reached over and flipped the light switch, then another, bathing my room in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She followed me upstairs quietly, holding on to the hem of my shirt. I pulled her around in front of me, and her eyes were looking everywhere but at mine. 

Her breathing was still rasping out of her throat. She reached down and trailed her fingernails across my waistband, and dipped a hand in to grip my shaft. I gave a low moan, and she smiled. "What did you give me, Piotr? I'll play nice if you tell me." 

A frown crossed my forehead as I tried to think straight. She squeezed me again, and I kissed her smile. "Cupid. I think." She nodded, and unbuttoned her moleskins, then slid them down her very silken thighs. 

"So you've drugged me to date rape me?" 

Her hands became a vice around me, and I leaned in to lift her up on to the bed, then lay down on top of her. Her kisses grew more frantic. "We can stop, if you want." My breath felt like sandpaper over my throat, and my voice was dry. She smirked. 

"I'm really in the mood to be fucked senseless at the moment. Why don't we skip the accusations for the moment?" I nodded, and proceeded to nuzzle her neck. She let slip a giggle, then gasped as I slid my tongue up her jaw line to suckle at her ear. 




Primal Instinct Ch. 02



Her giggles continued as my lips and tongued continued up and down her neck. I slid her shirt over her head and smiled as her mouth opened before her eyes were clear. I leant down and kissed her, and felt a moment's wonder at the softness. After six years in prison, my first three experiences with women had been rough, needy affairs. 

Despite my bulging cock and the heady rush of lust roaring through me, I knew that this time would be different. It was the kind of sex that you laugh during, and simply for fun. Kaitlin and I knew that there was nothing serious or life changing about the sex we were about to have. But we both knew it would be fun...

***

I thrust with all my strength, driving myself up inside of her with a heaved breath. Her loud cry rocked against my temples as she came again. She lay still as it rocketed through her, whimpering as I continued to move. She breathed out a sigh of pleasure as I spread her legs further apart with my knees, driving into her again. 

She lay there, moaning occasionally as I fucked her steadily. The pill had worn off hours ago, and I was more than happy to keep going. The bed was a mess, and the pillows scattered about the room. 

The sun was rising, beaming down through the window in a warm, golden ray. Kaitlin rolled over, with my cock still imbedded inside her, and I reached up to grab her heaving breasts. She slapped my hands away and slipped her own hands down to tweak and pinch her nipples. 

My grin was ferocious as I began to thrust up inside her with more force. She gasped my name out loud and began to bounce, slamming my huge cock up into her moist heat with smacks of flesh as our bodies joined. 

Her hair fell over her face, and she reached back to run her fingers through it as she rode me, and for the life of me, I have never seen anything more erotic. My balls began to tighten, and I felt Kaitlin as she kneeled up and just slid herself up and down my length. 

I began to grunt in time to her cries as my cock began that tingling at the base of my spine that happens every time I cum. My breath rasped out of my throat in a meaty growl as I arced up off the bed and burst up inside of her. 

Kaitlin kept up her delicious bouncing motion for a moment or two, and the exquisite torture continued for a moment around the super sensitive rim of my cock, then she fell forwards, and I felt her juice flow over my balls. We stayed like that for a moment, then she eased off of me, and I gave a hiss as my cock fell heavily against my thigh. 

She lay down next to me and ran her hands over herself. "Hmmm," was all she said, so I guess I'd done something right. I laughed when she smiled naughtily, and draped my arm over her shoulders. 

There was a sudden blaring of sound as my alarm went off, and we both smiled as I jumped. A few seconds later, my phone rang. I reached over to pick it up, and Karen's voice purred in my ear. "Meet me in my office in one hour, and my sister will be here soon after that." 

The phone clicked in my ear, and for a split second, I wondered what she would have done had it been a wrong number. I looked down at Kaitlin, who was trying to snuggle into the crook of my arm. Her sleepy eyes widened as she saw the mass of scar tissue where my ribs used to be. 

Her fingers trailed over the torn flesh and her eyes met mine. "You okay?" She nodded, and sat up and reached for her crumpled shirt. 

"I ought to get home for some much needed sleep. What are you going to do?" I watched as she slid off the side of the bed and bent over, and my cock gave a twitch. A predatory smile crossed my lips. 

"Oh, I'll probably find something to do. I've got to go and see someone about a job this morning." She looked at me over the luscious curve of her shoulder and flashed me the naughty smile she owned. 

Her eyes dropped to my cock, which was beginning to rise again. Her eyebrows shot up. "You got Viagra running through your veins or something? What is that, five times?" I smiled at her and nodded. 

"Just when I'm with someone who interests me as much as you do." She grinned at me again, and slipped her hands down and slid her moleskins back on. 

"You're sweet. And a good fuck. Look me up when you get bored, but no more cupids, okay? I'll be lucky to sit down for a month." I frowned. 

"Why is that, exactly?" 

She licked her lips and leant down onto the bed and kissed me. "Because your cock kept fucking the life out of me all night, and you're a little too big, and I'm a little too small. But you'll keep." I gave a bark of laughter and looked over the warm wooden floor of the upstairs apartment. 

Ilya had obviously had a private shower put in upstairs so that he wouldn't have to go far in the mornings. I nodded, and Kaitlin threw her shirt around her shoulders. "Later, lover." I grinned as she tossed me her naughty smile over her shoulder as she hit the stairs. 

I wrapped the sheet around me and headed for the shower. I turned the water on full hot, and it ran down the length of my body like a steaming fountain. I tilted my head up into the spray and smiled. My cock was thick and heavy as the hot water cascaded over it. 

I wondered what kind of job Karen wanted from me, then smiled. I ran my hand up and down my shaft for a moment, and ran my fingers around the head and squeezed. I tensed and reached for the soap. 

If I lathered myself up, I wouldn't have to go through the guilt trip of fucking Karen again. My breathing quickened as I began to fuck my fist in earnest, then I stopped. So what if I felt bad after I fucked her again? 

Six years of prison I was in line to fuck whatever I wanted. My visions of Karen on her knees in front of me swam as I panted. Yeah. I was going to fuck her six ways from Sunday.

To be Continued...



Primal Instinct Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Final Reckoning

Rachel wasn't yet in her little chair behind her desk when I got to Karen's office. A part of me was glad that I didn't get to see her, but another part, the beast part, that wasn't impressed by far. I'd forgone wearing my boxers, because I knew the second I was inside her office, Karen would be over the desk firmly implanted on my cock. 

I felt my meat strain against the rough edge of my jeans at the thought. My thoughts drifted back to Ilya, and his contempt for women, and anyone he slept with in particular. 

"Cunt is cunt," he'd say. "Doesn't matter what size, shape or colour it comes it, they're all good for one thing only." I felt myself shrink at the thought. I knew I was becoming just like him. I knocked on Karen's door and wondered for a moment if Ilya had dealt with a beast inside him, too. My brother's ghost mocked me as Karen's voice asked me in, and I frowned. 

Karen was standing beside her desk when I shut the door behind me. Her eyes hungrily went to my crotch, and lit up when she saw I was already hard. Her eyebrows perked as she smirked confidently at me. "Looking forward to my pussy, were you, Piotr?" I grabbed my bulge and pushed it down, and my lawyer met my eyes. 

"No. I just finished with a girl I picked up in a bar last night, and I'm still not entirely recovered. What's the deal with this job?" She sat down and lifted one leg up to sit on the desk, her high heeled boot clinking on the desktop. 

"You're not eating my cunt yet, Russian." I crossed my arms and tried to act uncaring as she slowly slid her hand down and began to play with her lips. My cock throbbed in my pants, and I shifted uncomfortably. Karen smiled knowingly and slid two fingers into herself. 

She began to pant as I frowned again, and uncrossed my arms. I put them in my pockets, and she leant over and took another cigarette out of her desk. She offered it to me, but I shook my head. I didn't smoke, and she knew that. 

She lit it, and the coppery smell of dope filled the air. She sucked back hard on it and blew the smoke in my direction, but I didn't budge. Her features hardened, and her leg came down off of the desk as she stood angrily. 

"You'll wind up playing bitch to several of my behind bars clients if you don't tread carefully here, Piotr. You're a killer, pure a simple. Now think this through. You give me what I want for one more romp, then you're a free man, with a job and a place to stay. Or I have you gang raped and mutilated so that that log of yours ends up in my desk as a trophy." 

I snarled at her and stepped forward. "You're a sick bitch, and I'd like to see you try it. You're right, I'm an animal, but I can't get the death penalty here, and if I'm in jail already, I got nothing to lose by shortening your client list!" 

I turned and angrily wrenched open the door, and went to step through it, but someone fell into my arms. It was Janelle, Karen's sister, and the woman who I was supposed to get a job with. 

A swollen and blackened eye was poorly concealed behind sunglasses and foundation, and tears streaked her cheeks. My anger burned away in an instant, and I ushered her towards the seat. She was a sobbing mess, and I looked at Karen, who stared at her sister blankly. I knelt down beside her. "It's okay, relax, you're safe now." She sobbed again, and I looked at Karen, who was burning bright read. 

She was obviously uncomfortable. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Please, Piotr, wait a moment outside." I nodded and stood, but Janelle grabbed at my thigh and I started as she pressed her palm unknowingly into the head of my limp cock. I coughed and moved as the front of my jeans suddenly thickened. 

I realized the beast in me was quiet, but that I wanted this woman, and wanted her badly. I bowed my head and moved away, and shut the door. I knew I'd have to go somewhere soon, because my cock was throbbing painfully hard, and I tried to move it between my legs, but any pressure made it throb harder. 

My mind raced as the need for release became unbearable. I ducked around the corner to the toilets, and felt a massive surge of lust as I spotted Rachel unlocking the staff toilets. I pushed forwards towards her, and she turned and gave an undignified squeak as I shoved her through the toilet door and into one of the cubicles. 

She looked at me with surprise. "Mr. Voinovich, what...?" I cut her off with a kiss, forcing my tongue deep into her throat. She quieted against me as my hands lifted up her skirt. 

I moved her panties aside as she began to pant, and her nails raked my back as I slipped two fingers inside her. She quivered against me and spread her legs wider to give me better access. I grunted as I pulled my cock out of the top of my jeans and pushed up and into her. 

Rachel's mouth formed a silent moan as I kept pushing until I had slid myself fully into her dry heat. She bit back a scream as I began to thrust in and out. Her nails scratched into my back, and I felt the burn under my t-shirt as she split the skin.  

I pushed her business shirt up and began to feast on her nipples. She bit her lip again and again as the combination of my heavy cock and my rough lips on her nipples drove her towards a heady orgasm. I roughly squeezed her tits together as I pummelled into her, and she cried out as I ravaged them. 

She lent forwards and bit deeply into my shoulder in revenge, but that just drove me on further. I grabbed hold of the side of the toilet cubicle, and pushed one of her legs out to step onto the toilet lid. 

She held onto me with one hand as I drove myself into her again and again, the other one holding onto my wrists as I used the wall for support. It only took a few minutes for me to come, thrusting up into her with an animalistic lust that seemed to drive her crazy. Her other hand dropped to my shoulders as well as I drove my cock up into her one last time, then sagged against her. 

I pulsed inside her and felt my cum ooze down my shaft as I pulled out. Rachel slumped to the floor in exhaustion, meeting my cock eye to eye. 

I leant down to pull up my jeans and Rachel grabbed the back of my head. Her eyes were shut as she regained her breath. "Where's your high moral ground when you're fucking horny, baby?" Her words were hissed out breathlessly and I stared at her. 

She pushed me away from her and moved to sit on the toilet, leaning her head against the wall I had just fucked her brains out against. I didn't have an answer for her, and she knew it. Her lips curved into a smile as my still hard cock strained over the button of my jeans. 

I moved it towards her face, but she laughed harshly. "Next one's rape. I'm not really sure that that one wasn't. You bastard." She stared at my straining cock for a moment, then stood up. I was still speechless, half my brain trying to deny what I knew I was becoming. 

A more bestial Ilya. The other half was still driving the need to fuck her senseless and get rid of the raging red curtain still blanketing my vision. I didn't know where to turn or what to do as Rachel straightened herself up. 

Janelle had barely touched me, and I was a mindless rapist with need. I wiped the head of my cock with toilet paper and flushed it, then tried to tuck myself back into my jeans. I was so hard, my hands on my cock felt good as I pushed it back into my jeans. I knew the cum was still coming out, but I couldn't do anything about it. 

I had to get out of there. I felt the hot liquid begin to cool as it wiped onto my thigh. I felt ashamed and washed my hands. I stared at the reflection, and saw Ilya's laughing eyes staring back at me. 

He knew what a daemon I was becoming, because we were brothers, barely two years apart. He knew, as did I, that I would eventually give in, and it would destroy me. I felt the beast stir and looked away from the damning vision. I left the toilet, intent on going home or anything, just to think about it. 

I wondered for a moment if church would help, and found a dark smile on my lips. Karen's voice echoed down the empty hallway. "Russian!" I turned back, and my lawyer beckoned me. 

I felt disgust rise in my mouth like bile. For a second, I thought of ignoring her and leaving. Surely so soon after a fight she'd believe it was because of my hurt pride or something like that. A sudden image of Janelle's tear-streaked cheek flashed across my vision, and I went back towards the office. 

Karen didn't say anything, all traces of her true nature hidden in front of the smug figure of Rachel now sitting at her desk. I walked past her and made a straight line for Janelle's side. Her tears had stopped, but she was obviously still upset. 

I knelt down to her side again. "You okay?" She nodded wordlessly and stood. I stepped back to allow her to pass. My wandering eye trailed down her neck to her perfect breasts encased in white, like the first time I had seen her. She still hadn't taken off the glasses, and she looked up at me through the black lenses. 

I tried to see her eyes again, but their glorious intensity was hidden. She handed me a card and leant in close. I felt something primal and hungry rear up at me as I smelt her apple scented hair. 

I swallowed hard and tried to keep a straight face as the beast raged within me, tearing at me to take her immediately. "Thank you. See you this afternoon." Her voice was soft, and incongruously, I smelt oranges on her breath. I nodded my head, not trusting myself to speak as she laid a hand caressingly on my wrist. 

My huge, calloused hand snagged her delicate one, and I held her hand over my heart so she could feel the beating. I nodded to her, and she nodded back at me. I let her go and stood, shaking in the all consuming need to take her, as she shut the door behind her. 

Karen stood by the door, eyeing me with hatred. The beast focused on her, and I felt the heat of my lust as my body began to respond to the animal needs roaring through me like a river at high flow. Karen's eyes were narrowed, but she glanced down to the huge bulge in my jeans for an instant, then lifted her chin haughtily. 

"If that bastard hadn't paid for his trophy wife to be punished by his driver for coming to see me yesterday, you would be in the back of a police cruiser by now. But she needs a guard. As much as you disgust me right now, you're the best. You take care of my sister, and I'll forget about this little show of pride of yours. Now get out of my office." 

I stayed where I was, trapped in the heat of my lust. I let a low growl escape my lips, and she stared at me in shock. "Didn't you hear me, you fuckwit? Get the fuck out of my office!" Her hissed words only served to flame my cock into throbbing harder. She stepped towards me and slapped me hard, but my feral grin flashed to her as she tried to step past me. 

I grabbed her around the waist with one hand, and she slapped me again. I pushed my other hand down the front of her skirt, and slid two fingers into her sopping slit. 

She went to slap me again, but I pushed her back towards the desk and unclasped her skirt. It fell away to reveal a deep burgundy pair of crotch less panties. My lips sneered at her as she spread her legs. "You couldn't even get me off with that tiny..." 

My growl stopped her as I eased myself out of my jeans. They fell to the floor as she gasped. My cock was huge and red, and I went to push into her with a grunt. She grabbed hold of me with her red painted fingernails, and squeezed, hard. I grunted again, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips lewdly. 

She was panting as she teased the lips of her pussy with the head of my cock. I slapped her back, and she brought a hand up to her face. With my cock free, I drove it into her cunt with a low moan. Karen's head dropped back with a stifled moan, and her hands spread back to support her as I began to fuck her. 

She bit her lip, just like Rachel had, and I smiled at the memory. As I was building pace inside her, she began to knead her breasts together. She was panting, her eyes fixed on the sight of my thick cock pummelling into her tight hole. 

I heard the door handle click, but didn't comprehend it until I heard Rachel's gasp. I turned, my cock streaming out Karen's juice as I turned to Rachel. She dropped the cup of coffee that had brought her into her boss's office, and backed up against the door as I moved to grab her. 

Karen's hiss whipped my head around, but she was staring lustily at Rachel, whose eyes were glued to the thick, glistening head pointed eagerly her way. I grabbed Rachel and pushed her onto the desk between her boss's spread legs. 

Rachel looked up at Karen with wide eyes, then tentatively leant forwards and began eating her out. Karen moaned softly as Rachel sucked at her clit, and slowly opened her eyes to watch me as I began to push Rachel's dress up around her waist. She was squeezing her legs together, denying me access. 

The beast in me growled, and I lowered my tongue to slide into her swollen lips. Karen's feet fell down with a smash onto my shoulders as Rachel stepped up her sucking of her cunt. 

I could hear the wet, slurping sounds as she eagerly mouthed her boss to a juicy orgasm. I smiled as Rachel's hand slipped back to stroke herself, and my fingers joined hers. She began to moan, and one of her fingers, slick with her own juice, slipped into her ass. 

My cock pulsed as I began to stroke it, and I slid two fingers into Rachel's tight little rosebud. She moaned in need, and Karen gasped. "Fuck her, let me watch while you fuck her, Piotr." I stroked my cock another few times, and then spat in my hand. 

Rachel looked back at me and smiled, her earlier words dismissed in the moment of her needs. I tried to push into her hot little slit, but Rachel moaned and shook her head, burying her fist inside herself and shaking her head against Karen's pussy. Karen gasped and held her legs wide as she came again, and Rachel looked back at me. 

"My ass, you fucking monster. I want you to cum all through my ass." I smirked at her, and slid into her ass with little difficulty. My cock filled her ass in milliseconds, and she gave a sharp cry as Karen collapsed backwards across her desk like a boneless rag doll. 

Rachel's tight tunnel was squeezing my cock mercilessly, and I gave her a nudge to fit in my whole length. Rachel breathed out slowly through pursed lips as I withdrew, and Karen sat back up. I pushed my length back up inside of Rachel as she fell across the desk vacated by Karen. 

I began to speed up as I drove into her, and she began to sigh happily. I looked up into Karen's hungry face as she watched me fuck her secretary's ass. She slowly walked around behind me, and dropped to her knees. 

I felt her hands on either side of my hips, as she pushed me further and further into Rachel's ass. She ran a fingernail down the cracks of my ass, and cupped my surging balls. With her other hand, she pushed her way into Rachel's glistening hole. 

Rachel began to scream in time to our thrusts, and suddenly froze and quivered on the end of my cock. Karen pulled out her hand, and slid her sopping wet digits down to my ass. I pulled out of Rachel just as Karen's fingernail found my hole and slipped in. 

I jerked up as her nail slid like liquid fire up to my prostate. I knew what she was trying to do, but I hated it none the less. I clenched my ass cheeks down and the animal in me reared up in fury. I turned Rachel's limp body over on the desk and picked Karen up with my other arm. I threw her next to Rachel, and shoved her face down into Rachel's moist hole. 

Karen reared back, but Rachel began to eat her out from the other end, and the boss couldn't hack it. The blood roared through her again, and she moaned. 

I reefed her head back and shoved my shit covered cock into her mouth, and she began to clean it eagerly as her secretary sucked her out. When my cock was throbbing, on the point of release, I jerked it out of her mouth, and shoved her head back down to Rachel's pussy. 

As Karen began to eat her out, I slid my cock back into her ass. Rachel gave a mighty moan as I pushed into her in one long drive. I slid into her again and again, my balls smacking into the fleshy cheeks of her red, raw ass. 

I sped up, and sweat began to bead on my chest and forehead as I fucked Rachel's ass faster and harder. Rachel's moan co-mingled with Karen's as I fucked her hard, and I felt the tell-tale signs of my orgasm begin to race through my balls. I gave a final couple of thrusts, and my meat exploded, coating Rachel's asshole with my thick white cum. I pulled my cock out as my knees gave way, and I sagged against the desk. I was panting, and Karen looked up. 

She gave a cry of delight and caught the head of my cum-coated cock in her mouth. Her tongue worked around the head a bit, and then she ran her teeth around the rim. I pulsed again, and her eyes widened as my cum hit the back of her throat. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and watched as she went back to eating her secretary, who was quivering from her boss's attention. 

I bent down and grabbed my jeans. The beast in me was quieted for a moment, and I slid the cool denim over my sweat covered thighs. Rachel's grunting moans reached my ears, and I turned back to see her legs spread wide while her boss dove face first into her pussy and asshole with gusto. 

Karen's face rose to mine, and I realized she had been tonguing my cum from Rachel's ass. I pulled on my shirt and zipped myself up. Rachel's body went limp as her juices slid down the front of the desk, and Karen closed her eyes as she began to ride Rachel's face, her eyes closed and tweaking her nipples with bruising force. 

They didn't even realize it when I left. As I shut the door behind me, I took Janelle's card out from my pocket and frowned. I thought for a moment of showing up as I was, cock smelling of ass, cunt and cum, and sweat still clinging to me like some kind of macabre trophy of fucking her sister. 

The beast in me growled low in primitive amusement, and I decided to head home for a shower before I went to Janelle's house. 

To be Continued... 



Primal Instinct Ch. 04



Primal Instinct 4: Endgame

I hit the buzzer on the brick wall and wiped my palms on the seat of my pants. It had been a while since I'd been near this kind of rich, and it wasn't the sort of thing I was comfortable around. The speaker crackled, and I heard Janelle's voice. "Come in, Piotr." 

I paused for a moment, and my quick search found a small camera pointed down at me from the brick pedestal. I nodded towards it, and pushed on the iron gate as I heard the electric hum and click that released the catch. The walk to the front door was about five minutes, through peace and garden all the way. 

I watched the wind stir the trees about me as I made my way to the huge oak doors. I paused for a second on the step, then knocked on the wood. I heard footsteps, and Janelle's scent hit me a second before the door opened. She was dressed casually, in skin tight jeans and no shoes, with naught but a lavender coloured bikini top. 

She smiled at me as I nervously held out my hand, and I felt the beast in me stir as I saw the bruise around her eye. With no make up on, it was clear she had had a refreshment added. I snarled, and her smile faltered. "Come in, Mr. Voinovich. Please." 

I hesitated for a minute, then followed her in. She stepped in front of me as she held out her hands, indicating the house around us. "My husband and I built his company from scratch to a multimillion dollar empire. I pushed him to make the money, and the decisions. We built it hands together, with a rock solid marriage. Now?" 

Her lips pursed as she strode into her office, and I wrenched my eyes from the dancing image of her denim clad ass to stare at her. She crossed her arms in front of her and smiled. 

"Not exactly a business arrangement I like. My husband knows he owes much of his wealth and empire to me, Mr. Voinovich. And now, the only time he spends with me is to come home and rape me, or to trot me out at social events and functions. I've lost my husband to the work monster I created. I suppose it's my own fault." 

I grunted, not trusting myself to speak. She reached up to try to cover the bruise, self-conscious under my admiring gaze, and my anger bade me speak. "And when he hits you, Mrs. Kaspowski-Christoph? Is that for a formal occasion?" 

Janelle sat on the corner of her desk and looked at me. She didn't move, but the beast in me was awed at the sadness and intrinsic beauty of the woman confronting me. She took a breath, and I felt the beast cringe in shame. 

"Piotr...I take pride in being a healthy young woman. I try to be a good lover...but I will not be used and thrown away like a whore. I tried to fight him off. Know you many men that will simply take a woman beyond her will, thinking that their prowess would satisfy even the most frigid of women?" 

I shrugged, then my cheeks burned. "I am such a man. I am now, at any rate." Janelle nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off me, then motioned to the balcony. I followed her out, and sat down with her at the table. 

"My sister said you just got out of prison." I nodded. 

"Da. I killed, and I served my time. It's a part of my life I believed over with my release. But prison makes a mark on you. It changes you. To survive, I became something else, something animal. It kept me alive, but now that I'm out...I don't know how to be Piotr anymore. Now I'm something else." 

I don't know why I told her that. She just nodded, as though it were no great surprise to her. She leant back and closed her eyes, basking in the mid morning sun. "You still wish me to be around you?" 

Her eyes opened for a moment, then closed again as she nestled deeper into the deck chair. "I told my husband that he will not touch me again. I will be his trophy, and be the jewel he wears on his arm. But I will not love him. He barely even cared. When I met him, he was barely above a common con man, dealing with many unsavoury people." 

I snorted. "Like me." 

Her perfect lips curved into a scintillating smile, and I felt my cock stiffen slightly as she lolled her tongue out and pursed her lips again. 

"Yes, Piotr, like you. My husband stands to gain quite a bit from my death, and I'm sure that were it not for my aptitude for allowing rape, he would have arranged it quite some time ago. My husband has become a corrupt man, Piotr. Unlike you, he is drunk with the power I gave him, and isn't ashamed of it. He does not believe a man can rape his wife. I've not felt a passionate touch in over ten years. To be treated as a woman, not just a vessel. His thugs will come for me, one day soon I should think. Soon, now that he'll never touch me again. When they come, I want to meet them with someone better, and far more vicious. Like you, Piotr." 

I pondered all she'd said for a moment, and nodded, slowly. "Very well, Mrs. Kaspowski-Christoph. I will take up your job. I only ask two things." She tilted her head to the side, and peered at me through the glare of the sun. I wiped my hands on my knees and gave her my best smile. 

"I am a knife and dagger man. I would ask your permission to carry those instead of guns. I hate guns. Secondly, no hitting. I tolerate no such things. If I am to be in the room with you and he threatens to hit you, or tries, I will make things unpleasant for him. Thirdly, a house this large must surely have guest rooms. Perhaps it would be inappropriate, but if I could have even a couch to sleep on, somewhere close, it would be safest. Your husband sounds impetuous, and I would not wish ill upon you if I were too far away to be of use." 

Janelle nodded to me and shrugged. "Take your pick, Piotr. There are at least six rooms in the house with no one in them. As for the being armed, I can register you immediately with little trouble, and as long as you don't hide a ground to air missile anywhere..." 

She paused and a touch of a smile came and went. "Then it shouldn't be a problem. And I meant it when I said I didn't want him touching me anymore. And somehow, that actually includes him hitting me. And call me Janelle. Lastly..." 

Her voice faltered for a second, and she sat up on the deck chair and crossed her arms in front of her. Her face looked uncertain, and her lavender eyes locked onto mine. She smiled shyly at me, and I stifled a groan. 

"I'm not a child, Piotr. I know that you are a man just out of prison, and presumably trying to make up for lost time in so far as ladies are concerned. But I don't want a nameless cavalcade of women through my house. I have enough of that with my husband. I'm not heartless. I'm just saying, if you need to go out and release some tension, simply tell me. I'll come out too, and have some fun. We can both release some tension on some nameless person, and still be together. Looking after me is a full time job, Piotr. Are you sure you want it?" 

I nodded and smiled, and her answering smile was enchanting. And so it continued. Four weeks later, and Janelle and I had become fast friends. She had a way about her, an easy, carefree quality, as if nothing in life could even come close to touching her. The beast in me was quiet, stunned and totally enraptured with this young, vibrant woman. 

I began to look forward to our days together, waking up at six every day, to check on her while she slumbered. I would cook us breakfast and we would sit on the balcony quietly, conversation unnecessary. For four weeks, I never met, nor heard tell of her husband. 

I was starting to fall in love with her, and I knew it. I also knew how dangerous that could be, so I took to spending less and less time with her. I still sat as her bodyguard during her meetings, and when she was at home, but I tried to stop spending so much carefree time with her. 

I noticed her looking at me confusedly on occasion, but I couldn't tell her. I stood stoically by her side, and watched her as I fell deeper and harder for her each day. Then her husband showed up.

I was doing my daily workout of Bajani katas and excercizes before going to check on Janelle, when the front door knocked hollowly. I frowned and looked down at my watch. Barely ten minutes to six, and someone at the front door. I opened it without checking the spy hole first, and was rewarded with a taser shot into the chin for my carelessness. 

I roared in pain and fell to my knees on the floor, in time to catch a boot to the chest as I fell back. I heard Janelle's voice call out, and a man wearing a well tailored suit stepped into the door, followed by three large, similarly dressed thugs. 

The man in the suit spread his hands out wide. "Honey, I'm home!" I spat out a mouthful of blood, and tried to struggle to my knees, but one of the thugs came and planted a boot on my chest. I felt the blade of a knife slide in to rest against my jugular, and I stopped. I heard Janelle scream as another thug grabbed her, and her husband laughed. 

"Well, my dear. It seems you've outlived your usefulness here. I'd like to introduce you to Calvin, Simon, and Theodore, three friends of mine that dabble a bit in murder, rape, and other fun schemes from time to time. Just in time for me to get to my six thirty meeting, of course. And establish an alibi. Now, if you'll excuse me... time to go." 

I heard the sound of a hand striking flesh, and Janelle collapsed beside me. I looked into her tear filled eyes, and at the rapidly spreading red mark on her cheek. 

I heard the door slam shut, and Renard's carefree whistle as he headed down the garden path. I locked eyes with Janelle. "Close your eyes." She stared at me and shook her head. One of the thugs grinned, and hoisted me to my feet, pressing the taser into my shoulder and giving me another shock for good measure. 

The beast curled in me, ready to strike out at our attackers. The thug grabbed hold of my neck, and slid the knife up to my Adams apple. "See, here," he said, his breath stinking of cheap wine and dope. 

"What we're gonna do here is have a lot of fun here with your bitch, then gut her like a pig. Maybe even during, eh boys?" This suggestion was met with coarse laughter from the other two. 

"Then, we knife you, with your own fingerprints all over the nice, clean handle, so the cops can get a nice, clean print. Then, little Ruskie, you go back to being some big bitch in the nice cells they got for rapists, and maybe even get yourself a real case of fucked up and died." I looked down at Janelle, who was staring at me with tears in her eyes. 

"Close your eyes, Janelle. Baby, do it." One of the thugs hooted in laughter. 

"Go on, baby, do what your big mean Russian boy says. He doesn't want you to watch him get all fucked up. But I tell you what. What about you come with me, and we have some fun?" I shook my head. 

"If she wants to stay and watch, let her." One thug stepped in front of me. 

"Well, I guess you're ready to go back to jail then, bitch. Maybe you ought to have a little warm up and some Deliverance action before you go, eh?" 

The thugs chorused a laugh, and I smiled. My elbow blasted up, shattering the thug's nose and sending most of his top lip and teeth into his mouth in a spray of blood. My right heel lashed out, shattering the Adam's apple of the thug in front of me and then followed up with a knee across his thigh. 

He collapsed as the remaining thug grabbed at me from behind, and I felt the burning pain of a knife slash across my ribs. I pivoted and kicked out, aiming for the throat again, but the thug ducked. 

I gave him a heel kick that pushed him back, and spun again, driving my knee into the temple of the kneeling thug with a satisfying crack. I turned back to the last thug, who flipped back up onto his feet. I exploded into a flurry of blows, trying to drive him back, and finally got one through. He slammed back into the wall, and reversed the knife in his grip, to stab me with it. 

I grabbed at his wrist and twisted, inverting the knife to face back towards his own neck with a sickening crunch of bone. The thug screamed, and I slammed the knife into his throat and on into the wall behind him. 

He blinked at me as I collapsed, trying to stem the flow of blood from my ribs. I blinked as my vision swam, and suddenly Janelle was beside me. Her hand was on my face, and she felt cold. I stared at her, panting to keep my breath, and she went to my ribs to check, but I held her hand on my face and shook my head. 

She stared at me for a moment, and nodded. A small smile came and went on her face. "So are you still pissed at me?" I stifled a laugh at the tearing pain in my side. 

"I wasn't pissed at YOU. I was pissed at me. Maybe we ought to call the cops." I nodded, and she tried to help me up, but I collapsed, weak as a kitten. I flashed a wan smile. "Guess I must be losing my touch, da? It's been quite a while since I have been hurt this bad." 

Janelle gave a low laugh and touched my face with her other hand. "I've never seen anything like that, Piotr. You were amazing." I shook my head and gritted my teeth as I stood up. I swayed, but Janelle was there, under my arm. She flipped open a cell phone and dialled 911. 

I looked up at the roof as I concentrated on breathing, and a smile slid onto my face. "And call your sister. You've just grabbed your husband by the short and fluffy's." Janelle's lips broke into a wide smile, and she laughed. 

"You mean short and curly's. And what do you mean by that?" I jerked my chin towards the roof, and the video camera that looked to be winking at us. The phone gave a click, and Janelle looked up at me. "Yes, someone's just tried to kill my bodyguard and me. I'm okay, but he fought off three thugs, one of them is dead, and he's been wounded. Send someone quick, please." 

She listened for a moment, and nodded, then gave the person on the phone the address. I felt light headed, and hugged Janelle tightly as my vision swam. I realized I had lost a lot of blood, and looked down at her bedraggled appearance. "You should put something on, little one. You'll catch cold." 

She smiled and nestled into my shoulder. "Nice try. But I'm not leaving you." I blinked. 

"I thought I was supposed to feel cold. I'm feeling really warm right now." She looked up at me, and her lips parted slightly. 

We locked eyes, and I lowered my lips to hers. Our kiss was passionately searing, and I crushed her to me. She pulled away after a moment. "That's why you acted like you that? Because you wanted me?" I snorted. 

"No. Because I haven't ever wanted something that bad. And because you scare me. I don't feel the same way about you I feel about any other beautiful woman. I want you, but I don't want to taint you. Does that make sense?" She shrugged, still looking at me, her eyes a mystery. 

"Only male sense. I said I wasn't leaving you, Piotr. It's not like I'll ever have enough." The sound of police sirens reached our ears, and I kissed her again. Her tongue fought it's way up into my mouth, and I tried to swallow her whole, her scent, her skin, and her sudden warmth. Someone clearing their throat separated us in shock, and I turned to see a very bemused policeman eyeing us. His lips gave a small smile, and he nodded. 

"Ambulance will be here in about three minutes, buddy. Let's get you out there to meet it. You alright?" I looked down at Janelle. 

"I'm getting there."

Outside, the ambulance officer was checking my wound while I sat on the back of the van, staring at Janelle, still clad in her t-shirt and shorts. I felt my cock twitch as I stared at her. The woman checking my wounds gave a small sound as my work-out shorts grew increasingly tight around me. I beckoned to Janelle, who never took her eyes off of me as she strode up to the van. 

The nurse jumped down and cleared her throat. "You should really go with him. He's lost a lot of blood, but he should be ok. The hospital's about twenty minutes, and we've already organized for a private room, Mrs. Kaspowski-Christoph." 

Janelle's lavender eyes slid into mine, and I swallowed a sudden nervous lump in my throat. She gave a soft smile and stretched up into the back of the ambulance. "Sure, I'll go with him." She shut the door, and I leant over and kissed her. 

Janelle kissed me back, just as fiercly, and I gave a soft moan as her hand shifted from my jaw to the outline of my cock through my workout shorts. Janelle bit her lip and stifled a giggle as my fingers wormed their way into her shorts, and she gave me a squeeze. 

She pushed her hand past the elastic of my trunks and her eyes went wide as I followed suit, pushing my fingers inside her. Her mouth opened wide and she began to pant, pushing down onto my probing fingers with each gasping breath. My cock sprung out of the waistband of my shorts and strained upwards, and Janelle's lips turned into a naughty smile. 

A second later, I was in the magic heat of her mouth. She sucked hard on the head of my meat, lightly running the edges of her teeth along the bulbous underside of the head, just along the seam. 

I strained upwards off of the bed, and my cock began to pulse in time to my racing heartbeat. The speaker crackled just above my bed, and the ambulance driver's voice sounded. "You guys ok back there? You're heart rate's gone up quite a bit there, Piotr. Just hang on. It's about five more minutes to the hospital." 

My veins began to stand out along my body as Janelle's mouth intensified on me. Her fingernails ran lightly over my balls, scratching only enough to arouse me all the more. 

I began to thrust up into her mouth, and with one final hard suck, I began to climax. I blinked as she kept sucking, swallowing my cum eagerly. She sucked hard, cleaning it off of my cock as she dragged her lips upwards. Her rough little tongue gave a slight flick to the eye, scooping out the last of my cum and making me moan again. 

I was still as hard as a rock, and she ran her fingers up the length of my shaft, then pushed my cock back into my trunks. I stared at her in barely contained lust as she licked her lips, and I nearly reached for her again, but there was a screech of tires and the sound of footsteps. 

The ambulance door opened, and the paramedic smiled at me over the huge lump of my shorts. "We'll get you indoors and take really good care of you, Piotr. Won't we, Mrs..." Janelle gave her a sharp look. 

"Miss. Miss Christoph. And yes, I will take good care of him as soon as we get in there." The paramedic looked Janelle up and down and licked her lips. 

"If you need a hand, you know, settling in..." Janelle looked back at me and smiled. 

"I can handle it, thanks." She patted my thigh, achingly close to my cock, and I muttered to myself and tried to think of ice and penguins.

Two days later, I was patched and stitched up, watching the television. I had a smug look on my face for three reasons. One, the room I was in was private, lockable, and had a massive television. Two, currently on the television was a shot of Renard Kaspowski, looking very ashamed and shocked at having been caught red handed trying to plan a murder on the surveillance system that he had paid for with his own money, and that all his assets were now to be transferred to his long suffering wife. 

And thirdly, that self same long suffering wife was under the blanket sucking my cock to the fullest and most complete extent. 

Janelle had a bet going with me that I could be watching anything, and she'd still get my attention. I didn't put money on it, because it was a bet I'd happily lose, so of course she was getting my attention. I turned off the television and threw back the covers. Janelle didn't even stop, she was really getting into it, her cheeks hollowed out and her mouth covered in saliva. 

Her grin widened when I tried to pull her off my cock, and I only succeeded when I jammed three fingers into her ass. She gave a squeal, followed by a low moan, and I got off the bed, my fingers still jammed inside of her. 




Primal Instinct Ch. 04



She went to twist, to kiss me, and I rotated my fingers, much to her ass's shock. She hissed and quivered on the bed, and a smile found its way onto my face. I moved my hospital gown and threw it to the side, running my hand up and down my cock. 

A wicked smile was plastered across my face as I grabbed the untouched food tray beside my bed, and lathered my cock up in the ridiculous green jelly. Janelle's eyes went wide, and she stifled a giggle. I pushed the head of my cock against her ass, and the giggle tapered off into a low moan. 

I gave a little thrust, and the head worked inside of her. Janelle reached back and spread her ass cheeks, gasping as I slowly fucked my way inside of her. All of a sudden, her squeezing sphincter swallowed my head into her heat, and Janelle let out another gasp. 

The green jelly gathered in a ring around her ass as I pushed further and further into her. Janelle pushed back at me a bit, and I slid my cock forward until I had my balls pressed up against her pussy. She grabbed a handful of sheets as she moaned, and looked back at me. 

"Now...ugh...fuck it into me, now...oh...Piotr..." A smirk hit my face as I began to move inside her, her ass tightly gripping my shaft. It was sensational. I reached around her slim hips and began to rub her clit, at which point her low moans escalated to high pitched squeals. I felt the stiches in my side begin to burn as my muscles strained, but the insatiable creature on the end of my cock was driving me insane with lust. 

Janelle was writhing on the bed like she was having some kind of seizure, and her cries would have made me stop except for the urgency with which she tugged and pulled at my arms and cock. 

I ran a finger around the rim of her ass, and collected the green jelly that had been pushed there. I reached forwards and slipped my jelly, juice and precum covered finger into her mouth. Janelle mouthed my finger as though it were oxygen, licking her lips. 

Her eyes locked with mine as she looked at me over her shoulder, her tongue fully out and sliding around her lips, savouring the taste. It was too much. She squealed in pain as I pummelled my cock into her ass, building my sensations to an orgasm.

Janelle sagged onto the bed as I pulled my cock out, and began to shoot my seed over her. She turned around and wrapped my cock in between her glorious tits as I continued to cream her chest, the sensation of my warm cum coating my cock as it thrust through her cleavage made me spurt all over again, pulsing my cum out as it burst onto Janelle's throat and chin. 

Her tongue slowly wormed out, tasting my cum. Janelle smiled. "Well, that's about the best thing I've had to eat all day. How about dessert?"