0 comments/ 14083 views/ 1 favorites The Dark Night By: DemonicAnge1 “On today’s news. Another killing has been found. Lying in her own bed at home. A young woman was drained of her blood after they believe sex acts had been performed against her. Police stated that a strange smell was with in the room. Many female police officers forced to leave from investigating. More news will become aware as it comes to us.” Rebecca listened intently to the news report… What in the world could this mean? Trembling hands pulled the silken covers further up against her slender form. Her nostrils breathed inward, gracing a delicate… Perfume? What was that smell now? Something seemed to spark in side of her. Fingers danced over the remote control. Flicking the television off. What does she do now? Something in side of her seemed to begin to drive her insane. A tingling moved through her groin. Hands pulling at the slender and thin fabric of her night gown. Then something sparked in her mind… Female police had to leave from a smell…? Oh but the sensations she was feeling now just had to be fulfilled. Rose red nipples strained against the thin fabric… begging to be freed, to be touched, and to be sucked upon. The pure lust that was growing caused her not to care at all about what she was doing. That smell growing more intense by the second. Was it her own juices and arousal, which was causing it? Again it couldn’t be. Rebecca couldn’t take it anymore. One hand moved down gripping against her right breast. A wet moan surfacing out from her mouth. The simple sensation of rubbing that mound nearly making her climax right then. Her chest raised sucking in that smell deeper… Her mind rolling with erotic sick thoughts. Left hand slithered down beneath her nightgown. Fingers probing her hairless bare slit. Rubbing the moist flesh with two tips of her fingers…. But something came to her ears… Foot steps? Who? A dark shadow fell smothering Rebecca where she laid rubbing her self. A normal woman would have screamed. But she was swimming with lust to even care about this. A man stood before her. His body bare in front of her form. Hands went down gripping onto the bed. Crawling him self to the withering form of the lady. The smell that tantalized her senses seeming to pour out from this stranger. Locks of pure crimson fell across his face. His tanned skin barely shinning with in the single lamp that lit Rebecca’s room. She glanced across his form. Lips open as a moan poured out from her. Filling the room with the erotic sounds of a bitch in heat. The man’s hands roamed down her body. Running both thumbs over her hardened nipples. Something seemed to surge through her right then. An orgasm as if she had never felt causing the rich liquids of her desires to spread beneath her. The powerful sudden climax tearing her mind and soul apart. She wanted to scream out. But her fingers began to thrust in side of her wet folds. Curling then twisting to bring the thunderous excitement again. Her hair was splattered down across her sweat soaked face. Everything was drawing into a ball in her stomach. Her cum still leaking from the spread folds. The man inhaled deeply as he kept his form above her. Between her legs he slid. Rebecca’s eyes could only see the head of his erection for a moment… before with a harsh thrust the large head and shaft pushed in side of her. His teeth clenched together as his ears were filled by his prey’s scream. His cock pushed back and forth. Spreading the wet walls of her pussy till she felt as if she would be torn in two. Rebecca just loved this. She was fucking a perfect stranger. Each thought that came through her head told her that. She was fucking a perfect stranger. She didn’t care nothingness right now. Rebecca was focused on one thing right now. The stranger’s hands groping her breasts and his cock rubbing every part of her pussy. With her right hand she shoved it downward. Rubbing her clit with her index and middle finger. Twisting the small nub for all the pleasure she could suck out of it. Then once again it struck her… The sweet white bliss that rushed through her body. Just as her orgasm rushed through her body… Her lover pulled from her clinging depths. Her hair acted like a leash for this bitch in heat. That smell that caused the sensations were now directly below her nostrils. As the cock was shoved into her gapping mouth. The moment it plunged deep with in her throat. The sticky cum spurted forth coating her throat and tongue. Every drop that was given to her swallowed and slurped down. The flavor was now something she may crave… something she may want again. As the limping member withdrew. Eager suckles being drawn still trying to keep it with in… her one night lover lowered down next to her neck. His mouth opened fangs of white piercing with in her flesh. The pleasure was still surging through her, as everything went black, as everything went cold. The Dark Nights The night. Cold and dark. Clouds cover the moon that watches lazily over the little Middlesex village. The town and its people sleep a delightful, dreamy sleep in their soft, warm beds next to the ones they care for. But within the darkness looms a predator, a hunter. One that looks for opportunity, one that looks for prey. Down one of the cobblestone side roads is O'Malley's Pub, where the drunken bastards are just leaving and O'Malley himself is cleaning up for the night. With a smile and a nod, a bar maid wishes O'Malley well and heads off into the night, daring not to look behind her and head straight for her parent's home. The woman, looking not even 16, is dressed in her oak green dress and a white blouse. Her feet clatters down the road as she walks hurriedly to her home. But fate is not so kind to her this night, as a shadow looms behind her. It slithers through the opaque shadows and almost tangible night fog. The young lasso notices one of the drunkards walking towards her from the main street. She thinks to herself quickly and decides to make herself scarce, not wishing any trouble from the intoxicated gentleman. The woman makes a quick turn down an alley, hiding behind some rubbish. As she sits there quietly, the shadow goes unnoticed behind her, looming. The woman gives off a sigh of relief, thankful the man passed without seeing her. Suddenly, she feels eyes on her. A breath running down her neck. She spins quickly, only to come eye to eye with a dark figured man. He stands about 6 foot and he is dressed in black from head to toe. "What is thy name, milady?" the dark clothed figure asks, looking down on her. "My name is Callie, sir. And I plea with you to leave me be. I must make haste to my home for my father is awaiting my return." The woman replies, her eyes betraying her, showing her fear. "Callie is it? Such a beautiful name." The man says as he drapes one of his fingernails on the side of her neck, teasingly. Callie jumps backwards, startled by the man's cold touch. "Stay away from me you monster!" she expels, flailing her hands at him. But she knows it is far too late. As sudden as his appearance, the man bares his fangs and leaps at the poor girl positioning his arms to tackle her. Callie grunts as she is slammed into the ground by the beast, her breath being knocked out of her. "Sooo beautiful. I believe with you I will take my time with." The man says as he gently caresses her face. With a quick slash, the man cuts across the woman's bust, exposing some of her breast and chest. Callie tries to let out a scream, but her voice is met by the man's hand, drowning out all hopes she has. The man looks at the exposed flesh longingly, but fights to control his urge for her blood. He wants to play with this one…. The man removes his hand from the woman's mouth and looks at her coldly. "If you scream, I will kill you." Callie just nods, her face frozen in fear. The man then brings his hand down to her blouse and rips the buttons savagely from the cloth, exposing her bust and her stomach. The cold air dances on her rosy pink nipples, making them like two small daggers. Callie shivers as the brisk air takes a hold of her, her teeth chatter and her skin crawls. The man, grinning as evil as the devil himself, brings his lips down to her accented chest and begins to kiss and suck her mounds of flesh. Callie, over taken by the sensation, lets out a small moan thrusting her own chest at him. The man continues to assault the rosy colored daggers and moves his lips from there to her under breast, tickling her slightly. As he kisses her chest more and more, he slithers his hand down between her legs, gently petting her mound through her under garments. This brings another moan from her, the feeling of his hand rubbing her soft flower makes her start to dream with desire. The dark man pushes away her dress slowly, finding his way past the garments and to her soft swelling lips. His index finger runs up and down the sides of Callie's gentle privates, teasing her, making her want more. From there, he takes his finger and pushes it into her fleshy, lubricated opening. Callie lets out a groan as she is feeling the intrusion into her; so revolting but so electrifying she is truly lost in the moment. As he hears her enjoying herself, he turns his palm around and rubs her pulsing clit, making her buck hard against his hand. As he twirls his finger in and out of her love entrance, he explores her insides, feeling what she likes and then just focusing there. As he fingers her young, soft cunt he starts to suck harder on her nipples. As though lightening striking, Callie screams out in joy, her climax quickly hitting her and over swelling her mind. The man, hearing her screams of joy, rubs her love button harder, renewing his passionate kiss of her nipple. As Callie comes down off cloud nine, the man looks at her and grins. "Was that good for you" he asks her. Callie can just nod, her breath gone and sweat dripping down her forehead. "Good. For now it is my turn." He says as he takes the ripped shirt and gags her with it, a new sense of terror coming to her clouded eyes quickly. She tries to kick him away, but his hands are too strong. They quickly slam her legs down back to the pavement, causing some pain to shoot up into her belly. Looking like a rabbit in headlights, Callie stares at the grinning evil as it studies her for a moment. Then she can feel a sharp pain in her chest, she cries out into the gag but no sound escaping. Then she feels warm fluid running down her chest and onto her belly. She looks down startled, and sees the man and his fangs gripped and ripping into her left breast, her blood leaving the open wound. As the man drinks from her breast, the warm liquid filling his taste buds, Callie can feel his finger inside her start to move again. The feeling starts to make her forget about the pain in her chest, and then the feeling starts to change. Not sure what is happening, she feels as though her opening is spreading beyond her control. Then she realizes what is happening, the man is inserting more of his digits into her. Though unfamiliar, the feeling is even better than the last. Her insides start to give her that warm melting feeling again, another climax approaching. Then a wave of pain hits her, dropping her like a ton of bricks down to the earth. Her opening is now spreading past its capacity; the man is squeezing in three fingers into her. The feeling begins to be uncomfortable with borderline being painful. But he does not stop there, no. The pain shoots around her spreading flower as the man fits a forth finger into her, tears streaming down her face at this point, the pain becoming traumatizing. She can feel herself tearing, her skin being stretched to points she had never imagined. Then, the final wave hits her; he has stretched her so badly that he has now jammed his hand inside her womb. Feeling around and petting her insides, she screams and screams from the pain, but is only whispers to the cloth stuffed in her sobbing mouth. Be begins to move his hand in and out of her opening, literally punching her womb at times, the pain nearly breaking her sanity, she can feel him extending his hand inside her, the pain growing more and more by the instant. Finally, without notice, she feels her insides just start to become warm. The pain leaving her, a smile comes to her face. Happy the pain is no more; she looks down to see if the man has left. Then, as twilight sets upon her, her last image is seeing his hand protruding from her stomach. The man's bloody and cold hand reaching out of her womb and back at her face. Finally, her body can take no more and she leaves the fleshy world, destined to go on tormented by her death, haunting those that allowed this creature into creation.