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Klaus in the Woods

By: cowboy109



His face pushed forward between the tall tree trunks with the thick green canopy above. The tread on his boots twisted the fresh dirt and pine needles as his toes pushed off. The morning air, expelled from the trees, was so crisp and rich that it was palpable in his nose and lungs. The rich oxygen fueled his large thigh muscles to a fast pace. A sliver of slick sweat coated his skin under the early fall clothes.

For a moment, he paused at the side of the trail. His sturdy hiking boots toed the edge of the dark weathered rock. At 6'5", he towered high over the slope. His steady dark eyes, used to observing the woods, focused on the switchback beneath him. The couple in their mid-twenties had not noticed the tall man observing them. They chatted idly in between full and deep breaths. They carried overnight backpacks with foam mattresses dangling at the bottom of the packs. Their gear and clothing had the new shine of freshly bought REI equipment.

The girl had bleach-blond hair. Her hair was thick with product and hung smooth over one side. It was stiff and did not ripple with her steps. She wore a tank top that exposed her succulent shoulders. Her boyfriend followed close at her heel like a puppy. His hair was black, long, and floppy with the luster gone. His body was lanky like a musician.

The couple turned the corner. Motionless, he let them approach him. He was so still that the girl did not notice him. She was too busy staring at the ground and talking to her boyfriend. Six feet apart, he raised his deep baritone voice: "Howdy." The girl jerked to the side with the heavy backpack resisting her move. He suppressed a smirk at the little prank.

"You better stay alert in these woods. There are wolves and bears."

"Don't worry, I'm packing. I got my service weapon with me. I am a cop."

She stood feisty with her legs wide and a wild look on her face. Her glacier-blue eye pierced the air sharply. His face drew into a dull expression of annoyance.

"My name is Klaus. I am a naturalist. Judging by the mid-morning time and your gear, you are probably headed towards the Blue Lake for overnight camping."

"My name is Beth. This is my fiancé Orion. We are indeed headed there. Judging by your lack of equipment and even a water battle, you must be on your way back to the car from a day hike."

"Oh no, sweetie. I told you, I am a naturalist. All I need is my multi-tool. Nature is like a supermarket. You just have to learn to see it. Look over here."

Klaus walked to a tree trunk. The bark was severely weathered. Deep grooves were scored into the bark. Tiny little black pieces seemed to be crumbling off the bark. Klaus pointed to a green moss-like circle. It was a little too smooth for moss to grow on. Around the green circle was a band of bark that was bright, smooth, and vibrant. He pulled his multi-tool out and scraped the green dust into his palm.

"The locals call it Messy-Bessy. It's a kind of fungus that is rich in a penicillin-like substance. It's better at purifying water than iodine tablets. It's also healthier for the digestive tract. Iodine tends to damage the intestinal flora. But, be careful, if it has a purple hue, it's a different fungus. That fungus is a strong hallucinogenic. If you have a Ziploc bag, you should take some."

Orion quickly dropped his pack to the ground and pulled a Ziploc bag out. Beth cautiously let Klaus scrape more green dust into the Ziploc bag. Orion was excited like a little kid. Klaus had a kind of happy smile on his face like a dad teaching his son about the world.

"What is the occasion for your overnight trip?"

Orion blurted happily, "It's my first year of being sober. I have been going to meetings every week. My family is talking with me again. Beth has had a lot to put up with from me. Let's forget about me, this is her time to get a treat. I'm not much of an outdoor person. Though, it's her time to be happy."

"Orion, you are very open with such personal information. In a way, I struggle with addiction as well."

"You have to be open. Secrecy is what the addiction is based about. You start lying to everyone, especially yourself. I have cried for days, when I let out all the stuff that I was hiding from people. And, in the end, I felt liberated and light. The world was so beautiful again."

"I hear you. I carry a heavy burden with me. In my loneliness, I often wish that I could share it with someone."

Beth interjected, "you are not a prion run-away hiding in the woods, are you?" Her body was charged with tension, ready to combat. Her martial arts training was evident in her firm stance.

"Don't I look pretty well fed to you? We had a prison runaway years ago in these woods. He was malnourished. At night, he'd sneak into the village to eat garbage and rotten food. I see that you are not welcoming friendly company. You must move on."

Klaus watched the couple move on. He made sure to stare at Beth's firm butt in the tight Prana climbing pants. The forest was idyllic and peaceful. A few song birds chirped. Vibrantly green ferns grew under the trees. A soft wind blew high in the tree tops. White light fell through the gaps of the tree canopy.

Klaus pivoted out of his motionless stance. The heavy boot tread deeply disturbed the soil. He broke into a jog perpendicular to the trail. He took long strides. His boots hardly even hit the ground, while his body flew through the woods. His treads broke the underbrush beneath his weight. He ripped skinny vines. He paralleled the trail at a safe distance.

His heart pounded strongly and steadily -- strong yet relaxed from the half hour run. He stopped at a clearing. A wooden sign-post signaled a branch in the trail. A beautiful, smooth, marbled rock was a typical stopping place for hikers. It was a good two hours from the parking lot. People often had a little snack here or adjusted clothing. Klaus hid behind a tree that gave him a good view. He forced his breath to slow down and become inaudible.

A few minutes passed and the couple arrived. Orion was slogging behind Beth. Beth held her head high. Her eyes were full adventure and eager to push into the wilderness.

"Beth, I need to pee. Where do I do?"

"Just pick a tree."

"But, what if someone comes?"

"I'll be your lookout, baby. I got your back. Get your little guy out, or I'll have him for breakfast."

"It's so good to have a cop as a fiancé."

Orion turned to a tree. The zipper sounded. Beth put her pack down. She reached her arms behind her back and undid her bra. She reached through her arm openings to pull out the pink Frederick's of Hollywood bra. Her young breasts stood high; the silicone enhanced breasts were perfectly round. Their ample size pushed the outline of nipples through the fabric of her tank top. She sighed, "Ah, it feels so good to be free and away from civilization."

Orion walked up to Beth, hugged her, and gave her a romantic kiss. Beth melted into his arms. She let her legs lean forward, so that he was holding her up in her arms. She smirked and rolled her eyes, "Oh, yeah, get your pee-pee hands all over me."

His face dropped disappointed at himself, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll get some alcohol swipes."

Recognizing the slump in his mood, she added "Hey, babe, we are in the woods. It comes with the territory. And, you know that I am a bit naughty." With the word naughty, the smile pushed up her cheeks to make them round and bubbly. She reached her hands down to his bottom and squeezed it smartly pinched the sensitive spot next to the sitting bone. "I hope to get some of that tonight in the tent."

A tear ran down Klaus' face. He could not wipe it, because the motion might draw attention to his hiding spot. His stillness gave him the stealth to stalk in the woods. He had sensed the tenderness between the couple. His heart was warming with empathy at the tenderness and intimacy that he felt between them. He was alone in the woods. He was alone for good reason. He had done many bad things. He had to warn them. It was the night of the full moon. Bad things would happen again.

Secrets -- Yes, so many secrets were buried in his soul. He had admitted some of them once to a red haired young girl. Such a sweet, innocent, save-the-world thing had been out for an overnight hike by herself. They had a little conversation by the trail side with all her understanding and compassion, he had opened up to her. He felt the weight of solitary self-judgment lifting. She was enamored by the tall handsome man and had stayed with him in the forest, endeared by his expert naturalist knowledge to live like a connoisseur in the wilderness.

She had assured him that there was nothing he could tell her that would drive her away. It had felt so good at the time. And, then she had betrayed him. He had learned that some things cannot be forgiven. She had learned the truth about his kind, and a living thing won't betray its own kin.

After they left, he shook his stiff limbs from being motionless for half hour. The couple would slowly make their way up the back of Big Rock. Klaus stepped to the face of Big Rock. The round rocks had withered in the weather. Wet moss covered them. Everything was too slick for recreational rock climbing. However, there was a secret crevice that Klaus pushed himself into. The cold, wet, dirty rock pushed against his shoulders from both sides. Klaus squeezed himself deeper into the womb of the rock. His heavy boots stepped over big rocks on the ground.

Deep inside the crevice with scant daylight flickering in, he leaned heavily against the rock. His left foot pushed him even harder against the rock, until he was wedged in hard like refuse in stuck toilet plumbing. His right food bent and shoved him up an inch. His shoulders lifted. His whole back had a rippling motion to pull up another inch like a caterpillar. Dirt and moss rubbed on his clothes. Deliberately, he moved inch by inch up toward the white light of daylight above him. He ascended to heights that felt airy and exposed. Every move counted if he were to avoid the plunge to the death.

Finally, he was heart-poundingly close to the ground above. His hands felt the grass above. He'd have to lean forward to let go off his legs that had kept him stuck to lean forward. He swung his body forward. For a moment, he was without hold. His fingertips found a hold on the ground. His legs kicked and rubbed against the rock to push his butt up onto the ledge. He smirked. He had done it again.

The view down on the forest beneath was gorgeous. The green of tree tops was thick. The canopy mirrored the ground beneath revealing soft depressions and hills. The green expanse reached the horizon. The sky was blue with a few fluffy clouds. Nearby was an outcropping of sun bleached rock that provided a wonderful view and lunch point. The couple was likely to stop here.

Falling back to the forest boundary, there was a thickly mossy area under the shade of trees. Klaus' arms reached elbow deep into the spongy moss. He ripped it out by its roots. The moss clung together. The faint roots had cracked the iron rich soil beneath. Underneath the quarter inch black top soil was bright red iron. The iron rock had been cracked by all the tiny roots that were reaching into it. The moss was so thick from the mineral nutrient. The wet iron rock stained his hands rust colored.

He ripped fistfuls of iron rock sand out of the ground and threw it on the sun bleached rock. He carried thick pads of moss onto the rocks as well. He squeezed the rain water out of the moss.Then, he ran to the cliff edge to search for a crack that contained crystallized potassium feldspar. He broke off little pieces of potassium feldspar and drizzled them on the dissolved iron. The yellowish iron and gray potassium spontaneously reacted to turn into a bloody, dark red.

His fingers dragged the fake blood across the rock to imitate a human clawing on the ground in a final battle before crossing the mortal line. He painted a big blotch onto a rock to insinuate the head hitting the rock and unleashing a bloody head wound. For good measure, he scrawled help with blood onto the rock. Then, he tossed the moss back into the forest.

He hid in the thick underwood. He cowered behind a half rotten log. His face was giddy. He was excited to see his plan of scaring the couple out of his forest succeed. It took a whole hour for the couple to come. "C'mon, Orion. We are almost at our lunch spot." Orion was leaning forward. The overnight pack weighed heavily on him. His city legs were wobbling from the steep hill climb.

"Argh," Orion grunted. He fell over in panic. The backpack flipped him on his back like a superior wrestler holding onto his body. He looked like a turtle on its back. His arms and legs struggled in the air to gain momentum to turn over. Beth on the other hand, smoothly in one motion released her backpack, squatted low to the ground, and drew her black gun. Motionless, with purpose, her eyes scanned everything in front of her. The gun was pointed safely into the ground with the trigger finger at the guard. 

In a low squat, she approached the blood painting on the rocks. Her eyes warily scanned the forest. Orion screamed, "Shoot, shoot already!" Beth ignored him. Her free hand touched the blood on the ground. She lifted it up to her eyes and smelled it. She moved her hand around and let it reflect in the sun light. Quietly, she whispered, "this doesn't look real."

Beth holstered her gun. She stood up. She strolled over to Orion, who looked up to her in terror. "It's some country redneck kids having too much fun. It's iron. It only looks like blood, because blood has a lot of iron in it. C'mon, I'll help you out of your pack."

Beth's police training had her already completely calmed. Orion was still scared. He hugged her hard. His fingers pulled at her clothes for protection. "Jesus, I didn't know you had gotten so strong from playing guitar," she said.

Klaus slowly backed away. He was upset at the defeat. However, seeing the loving and supporting connection between the couple only strengthened his resolve to scare them back to the city, to safety.

The next stretch of the trail had burned a decade ago. The trees were still young and low. One could not see more than ten yards. The long tree needles often reached into the trail and brushed the passing hiker. In there was a hidden backpack of a hiker that had vanished years ago. Klaus occasionally used the supplies in it. He pulled out a clear fishing line and a bear banger. A bear banger looks like a pencil with a ring. Pull of the ring and a loud explosion terrifies any bear into a rout, or so the theory goes.

Klaus found two bushy seven feet tall young pine trees that stood on opposite sides of the trail. They formed a squeeze. The overhead lighting was dark from an older tree claiming all sunlight. He stretched the fishing line across the trail at throat level. He attached one end firmly to the pine tree. The other end was attached to the ring on the bear banger. The bear banger was wedged into the crook of a branch. This would give them a good jolt. He hid nearby.

The couple came by an hour later. They must have had lunch. Orion looked spooked by the dark forest. He twitched occasionally, as if he was imagining threats lurking in the shadow. Klaus couldn't resist throwing a big rock to make a loud sound. Orion jumped and tumbled. Klaus had to put his hand over his mouth to stifle the laughter. Beth said, "Hush, it's just forest noises. It's only nature out here. Enjoy the trees caressing you. This is much safer..."

Beth froze in place. "Don't make a move." Orion instantly froze and stopped breathing. Beth got her switch blade out of the cargo pocket of her pants. She carefully lifted the fishing line with the blade. She mumbled under her breath, "They told us to watch out for the shallow glint during urban warfare training."

Her knife very gently lifted the fishing line to avoid triggering anything, yet be able to trace it in the darkness of the thick forest. When she discovered the bear banger deep in the young tree, she exclaimed pissed, "That's crossing a line. Those things are so loud that they can damage your hearing. I better disassemble this booby trap before someone gets hurt."

"Beth, don't you think, we should turn around? First the scary guy, then the blood, now booby traps."

"We wouldn't make it out in time. The sun goes down early this time of the year. I don't think we will make it to the camp ground. We were slower than we planned. Our best bet is to find a good spot and set up camp for the night. And, tomorrow morning, we'll go back. There is a stream with fresh water nearby."

"Damn," thought Klaus. He had failed. That hot police chick was too cunning. The twilight had already settled over the forest. Nightfall was close. The whole day he had been cool and basked in the beauty of the warm fall day. Now, desperation was driving him. He was running. He was running with all his might. The power of the night would soon take hold. He ran. His body broke through dead branches. Dry cracking sounds marked their breaking. And, then the light branches would fling in the air. He only had to watch out for his eyes to not get ripped by branches in the half light.

With his heart pounding, the side stitch squeezing, he was holding onto a rock in the wall of his cave. The cave was earthen and wet. It was the next best thing from hiding in a hole. He just had to get away and hide. He could already feel the transformation. He could feel the black energy stretching through his blood vessels. He looked up at his hand. The blue veins were slowly turning black. His body shivered from the sweat turning freezing cold.

The beast inside of him was coming alive. He screamed in agony. His internal organs transformed. His rib cage grew. The tender thoughts went out of his head. The pain blinded his thoughts. The animal inside of him was awakening. His nose became more sensitive. The scent of the young woman in the forest tingled his nose at first and then became a clear vivid impression. He could smell her young body odor, so sweet. He could smell the sweat beneath her arm pits. He could smell the sticky moisture of her sex. He remembered her succulent body. He remembered those glacier-blue eyes that he wanted to get lost in.

He let out a growl and started following her scent in the air. His mouth watered from the memories of her spunky nature. He paused for a moment. The night air was heavy with humidity. He smelled the earth. He smelled the sap of the trees. Crystal clear was the direction of her scent. He walked, driven to take his prey.

Beth's scent turned deliciously thick. He could smell the lavender in her deodorant. He could smell the musk of her hair. He could smell the cheesy scent of her sweaty feet in her running shoes. And, there they were. They had found a flat spot in the forest. The tent was pitched. The light was out. City slicks tend to fall asleep right after dusk; they are so tired from the hiking and fresh air.

Klaus sneaked silently toward the tent. He'd plant down one foot, slowly shift the weight on it. Then, move the next foot. He had all the patience of a predator, because he had only one purpose tonight and nothing else to do. He kneeled in front of the tent. He carefully pulled on the zipper. He let each zipper link quietly click individually. There was the slight sound of fabric rubbing against each other when he placed the tent flap on top of the tent. The sleeping couple didn't even twitch.

Orion was rolled into a blue sleeping bag. His face was half covered by his long hair. Beth was a hot sleeper. Her sleeping bag was half kicked away. Her butt was exposed. She was wearing a snug panty that let her strong butt muscle show at the side. Her legs were firm. Her tank top had slid to the side, so that one of her breast fell out. The large areola was exposed to the night air. The nipple was big and firm. Her mouth was lightly open. She was a mouth breather. Her toes were stubby. Her legs were curvy. Klaus got the full view of her. The animal side gave him night vision.


Klaus in the Woods



The most seductive thing about Beth was her white puffy skin. It was already puffy from sleeping. The tent was filled with her musky, young scent. He could even smell her breath, the sour-sweet breath mixed with the things she had eaten for dinner. The couple lay intimately and sweetly together, and completely unaware of the stalker in the tent.

He sat himself down on her sleeping pad. He could feel her air mattress under him. He felt the puffy sleeping bag. He was sitting among their stuff at the entrance of the tent. He carefully pulled the wooden box out of his pants. With reverence, he thought back at the time, when he lived in a castle. Traders from the far East had brought it to him. They had trained him in the art. He slid the cover of the box. There was a hypodermic needle, a sharp bamboo stick, and color tubes inside.

He carefully placed the needle on her upper thigh. He gently pushed the needle down. Her skin depressed. The skin let the needle slip in little by little. He very slowly depressed the plunger. The skin welted up a little with the liquid inside. He waited. He looked around the tent. Rolled up socks were in one corner. A book with dog ears was pushed somewhere else: "The ethical slut." He chuckled silently at the provocative title. There was a flat pressed roll of toilet paper.

Enough time had passed. He opened the jar of red color. He dipped the tip of the bamboo stick in it. He rested the bamboo stick on the back of his other hand. Then, he placed the bamboo stick against her skin. He rapidly stabbed her skin with it. Her numbed skin felt nothing, but a soft wet tuck that would not rouse her. He added blue. Patiently, he bamboo tattooed her with his royal sign -- a shield, a cross, and a beast. He marked her as his property.

While he worked on her artwork for an hour, she started a gentle and endearing snore. It was just a little heavy breathing. She adjusted once to put her hand down her panties and hold onto her crotch. She was self-soothing her in her dream by holding onto her coochie. At one point in her dream, she mumbled, "I love your cock so much. You know that, Orion." Orion didn't move. Beth went back into her deep dream state. Klaus did not pause. He knew that she could not feel his sharp bamboo needle.

Klaus looked at his regal sign on her thigh proudly. The fresh tattoo colors were vibrant. It was time for the next stage. The ritual had been deeply ingrained in his animal. Without thinking, he knew what he had to do to satisfy the blood thirst inside of him. He fished the water bottle from Orion's side. He sprinkled the moss with the purple hue into the bottle. He turned the bottle upside down a few times. He placed it down.

He took one last look at the exposed sleeping Beth. He could have taken her right there and then. His thick nine inch member was throbbing. The tip had extended past the top of his pants. He could have put her girly fingers holding her cootchie to the side to take her with his stout penis. It was not the time. He had to obey his animal soul. So, he gently closed the wooden box and got up. He closed the tent.

He sat himself a little away. He threw little sticks and pebbles at their tent. They would make a popping sound, when they landed. And, then they made a long, light screeching sound, when they slid down the tent. Predictably, a flash light turned on inside. Their enlarged shadows flickered against the tent wall.

"Beth, there is something."

"Orion, those are forest sounds. Drink some water to calm yourself down. Here, I'll hold your hand."

"No really, something's clawing at the tent. I swear."

"Drink, it'll make you feel better."

Big gulping sounds came from the tent. Orion must have finished half the bottle. Klaus could barely contain his giggle -- "What an idiot!"

The light went out. Klaus counted his breath. He had ten breaths to the minute. On minute five, the light went back on. "Oh that was quick," thought Klaus.

Orion cautiously asked with a confused voice, "Why is there a dragon in our tent?"

Beth threw the sleeping back up, "What the fuck? Are you using on your anniversary?"

"You mean, you can't see the purple dragon? The head has this beautiful green circle. It's not even breathing fire. Look, I think it wants to say something. I can't hear it. Can you?"

"Orion, what did you take?"

Orion got up and walked out of the tent.

"Now, I know what the noise outside was. There is a herd of unicorns. Look! It's an enchanted forest."

"Fuck, Orion. Stay in the tent!"

"No look! I want to ride a unicorn. Why are they running? I want to run with them."

Orion ran into the forest. Beth climbed out of the tent. She was bare foot in her smooth panties and tank top. She stopped after the first step, because she had stepped on a sharp branch. Her human vision could not see Orion in the night. She could only hear him running away. He did not yield to her calls.

Beth stood half naked alone in the forest. The tank top revealed a bit of her belly. Her lips were full and pink. They were a lovely contrast to her moist hair. She was a little bit chubby, just to make her body seem warm and huggable.

Klaus purposely cracked a branch under his boot. Beth swirled around and leaned down into the tent. Bending down made her butt swell. Klaus gazed at the beauty of those bulbs with his night vision. He could make out the mound of her sex between her legs. Beth rose back with her gun swinging around. She aimed at random at one place and then the next. It looked methodical.

Yet, Klaus knew that to Beth everything around her was blackness. He crept around her. He threw a branch. Beth swirled to point the gun, where the branch landed. "Orion, is that you? I have a loaded gun. If it is you, say something. I will shoot otherwise. You hear me, whoever you are?"

Klaus loved this game. He was within talking distance. He circled her. He dropped a little rock here or there. Beth would swirl. Her face became more and more frantic. She released the safety. She was so tormented that she risked shooting Orion by accident. Orion was far away chasing his hallucinations. Perhaps, he had met the big turtle already.

Beth fired a warning shot into the ground. The loud bang ripped her ear drums. There was an eerie silence of temporary deafness. Klaus rushed her. Beth could not hear anything. However, she felt something rushing toward her. She had been rattled enough. All her weapons training fled her mind; without realizing, her gun fell to the soft ground. She ran in blind panic. She squealed like a little girl. Klaus felt the scream resonate in his heart. It was tucking at his heart, this blind fear and horror. It made his blood curl, his black blood. He grunted deeply at the anticipation of the hunt beginning.

Her bare feet ran through the leaves, rocks, and rotting underbrush. The soles of her feet were flying high. Her butt cheeks were alternately pulsing as they kicked the legs back. The edges of her panties were riding closer together from the movement. Passing branches were tearing at her tank top. Her body was pulled together from every muscle tightening in fear. She was electrified.

Then, the broken end of a branch scratched her shoulder. Two drops of blood immediately rolled out. Klaus had to stop to draw in the delicious scent from the air. He could sense the metallic taste of her blood and all the sweetness. She was so healthy. She had a good diet. She exercised regularly. She must have done yoga or meditation to purify herself. Soon, he would get to feed on her.

Klaus was so large that he had to run only at half speed. He let her drive herself deeper into the forest away from the trail. Then, she tripped over a fallen trunk. Her body rolled in the leaves and dirt. He held onto her foot. He enjoyed watching her struggle to pull away from him. She grasped vainly at anything that might help her pull away. She rubbed herself in the dirt. It took no effort to hold her in place. The skin on her ankle felt so smooth and tender.

A minute in, Beth realized the pointlessness of her struggle. She turned around. Those beautiful boobs were flattened by gravity from her lying on her back "What do you want," she asked to get a sense of control of the situation. Klaus smiled like a gentleman. He kneeled over her. He placed his body on top of hers. He felt how much smaller her female body was. He could feel her skin against his thick clothes. He could get the full smell of her skin. Her mouth emanated the hearty smell of her dinner and a sweet digestive scent. He could smell the salty scent of her tears and snot that had begun to form.

When she felt his body on top of hers, she begged, "If you rape me, please use a condom. I'll make it easy for you, if you use a condom." He could feel her hands pulling on the sides of her panties. She was pulling them down her thigh, as far as she could with him pinning her down. She was trying to show him that she was earnest about fucking him in exchange for a condom to prevent disease and pregnancy. She had been trained well in police school.

However, he was only setting up for the next stage, as tantalizing as it was to feel her pubis pressed against his throbbing manhood. He gently pushed the hair away from her neck. "Sweetness, I will give you a second chance just after this kiss." Her body stiffened with apprehension. She did not even push against him.

He licked the side of her neck. Her face distorted like a pervy old man was licking her. Then, he bit down. He could feel the trickle of blood in his mouth. His teeth more pressure damaged the tissue than pierced it. However, her skin was broken. He let his venom trickle into her blood stream.

He waited to be sure that enough of it went in. She just held him. She let her body go limp. He felt her chest against his body. He felt her hip bones poking him. Her belly was so slender it let the hip bones stick out. He got her scent that smelled of Ohio country girl.

Then, he rolled over to the side and sat in the leaves: "Run, love, run."

Beth did not wait a second. Her trained body made an instant pushup and jumped onto her feet. She ran into forest. He let her disappear behind trees, where her sight was obscured despite his night vision. There was no point in struggle. His nose was trained on her scent. He could track her from thirty miles away. Plus, she wasn't going to go far with her rapid heart pumping his venom.

He meandered toward her scent. He casually pushed the branches out of his path. A few hundred yards farther, she was sitting on the ground. Her back was leaning against a fallen tree trunk. One knee was pulled up to show of her legs. Upon hearing Klaus arrive, she pushed her boobs together. They were so big that her hands overflowed.

"You found me," she said coquette without any fear. "I'm so aroused, and you found me." She seductively put her index finger on her lips. She rolled her lips around her finger. Then, she rolled onto her knees and crawled to him on all fours. Her eyes looked big. The darkness made her black pupils large and seem in love. He could barely restrain himself from grabbing her tight ass.

She put her hands on his feet. She started clawing her way up his pants. And, then she thought of something else. She let herself fall on her back. She pushed her tank top over her head. She rolled her panties down. Completely naked at the feet of the towering Klaus, Beth rolled sideways. She opened and closed her thighs. She touched herself. She wanted to tease him to come down.

And come down he did. He pulled his pants over his butt. "Do you still want a condom?" "No, I want to feel you skin to skin inside of me." Her voice was steamy and aroused. She eagerly pulled all his top clothes over his head. "I want to feel your whole body. She pulled his pants down and ripped the boots off his feet. Her hot body rubbed against his body. The venom was a potent aphrodisiac.

His massive penis plunged inside of her. She gasped, "Oh, you are the first man to fill me to the edge of my seams. Any bigger and I'd burst. I love it." And, she pushed his mouth onto her nipples. She shuddered at the feeling of his wet, hot tongue on her tender nipples. "Oh, it feels so good. Don't stop."

He obliged. He worked his cock inside of her. Each thrust set off a wave of pleasure tremors in her. Her thighs were hugging his butt. Her hip was trying to clench his hip. The dart-like tongue was devouring his mouth. The tongue moved around erratically in wild passion. She was searching for more stimulation in rubbing herself against him. The leaves and twigs made gentle crushing sounds beneath their bodies.

"I'm coming. Come with me!" whispered Beth into Klaus' ear. The tongue followed into his ear searching the patterns of his ear fold. Klaus let loose. He thrust her harder. He grabbed her firm butt. He looked deeply into her blue eyes. She moaned deeply. That sweet sound sent him over the hill. His penis pulsed inside of her. "Yeah, sprinkle your magic dust in me!" The hot jizz shot into her belly. It was a good spurt, a few tablespoons full.

"Beth, now I am going to take what is mine." As they always did, Klaus' teeth had sharpened during the mating ritual. They were razor sharp. He slowly slid his chest over her boobs, down her slender belly. When his face was in front of her pussy that opened like a flower, he took one last sniff of her luxurious pussy juice and nasty jizz mixing. Then, he turned his head to trace the blue femoral artery on the side of her thigh. He bit. With each heartbeat, blood gushed into his mouth and poured down into his stomach.

"Oh honey, you are so thirsty, drink it all." Beth was fully intoxicated by the poison. Her hands massaged his head and played with his curls. She happily fed him her blood. She let herself get weaker and weaker. The night felt colder and colder as she was bleeding out. She pushed the hot head of Klaus harder against her artery to feel the warmth of his face.

And, then one drop before she would have died, he stopped. He pressed his palm onto her wound until the vein constricted itself. He never did that. He somehow had fallen in love with Beth. He couldn't stand to take her life. He carefully wiped his bloody mouth to not waste a drop of her delicious blood. He roused himself and stumbled stark naked into the darkness with the clothes in his hands.

Being in a pensive mood after all the action was over, he thought back to when he had been living with people. During medieval times, he had lived with his family in a castle. There were kids running through the corridors with their the slaps of their bare feet on the ground echoing against the stone walls. Food was served regularly in the dungeons or with gaiety in a free for all in the dinner hall. Shrieks had been sounding from their food, and cousins were showing off toying with their food.

Since his family was dispersed for each to claim their own range, he had been trying to connect with the people around him. Twenty years ago, he had moved into a little cottage at the urban edge. Gently, he had immersed himself into classes, gatherings, and neighborly relations. Though, the full moon murders uncontrollably piled up to a very suspicious heap in that little community. Sooner or later, he would have been found out, so he withdrew into vast forest with only the occasional hiker as contact.

Beth spent another half hour pleasuring herself. The venom was driving her from one amazing orgasm to the next. With all the feel good orgasm hormones in the body, she barely felt her anemic state. The crescendo of orgasms and weakness sent her into a deep slumber.

The first light roused her. She was cold and disoriented. She was naked and covered in leaves. She could not remember what had happened. She dressed herself. She wandered barefoot through the woods. Her clitoris was throbbing. She felt half aroused the whole time. She could sense a presence in the woods. She could always sense precisely, where the presence was. Yet, she felt no need to search it out.

She found Orion rubbing himself against a fallen tree. He was naked. His skin was scraped from rubbing against the bark too much. "Oh, Beth, there you are. I finally found the pink giant rabbit. The unicorns told me that it would live next to the golden castle. You must touch it. The fur is so soft."

"Orion, you are fucking high. That's a tree. And, there are no unicorns." She took him into a police grip and pulled him back to the tent. She dressed him. He tried to find the unicorns again. She hand cuffed him to a tree, while she took down the tent. When she got thirsty, she looked at the water. It had a blue hue to it. She poured it out. "Oh, Orion, you were fooled by that naturalist. You put his hallucinogenic mushroom in your drink. At least, you are not back on cocaine."

She poured out the water. She put Orion's backpack on. By the time they reached the car, Orion had stopped blabbering about unicorns and dragons. Beth's clit was still throbbing with arousal. Orion had to hump her right there in the car, before she could calm down enough to drive home. She remained half aroused all the way home. She never found out the source of her tattoo. However, every full moon, she felt the calling to return for a hike. She would hike without gear. She would disappear into the forest and return happy. Yet, she never remembered what happened on those full moon nights.