3 comments/ 3276 views/ 2 favorites Kudzu Ch. 01 By: Podric13 Our story starts in a classroom much like any other. This classroom is decked in the school colors of blue and white. The walls have many posters with quotes pertaining to science such as "The limits of the possible can only be defined by going beyond them into the impossible," and "The chance of the bread falling with the butter side down is directly proportional to the value of the carpet," and "It is inexcusable for scientists to torture animals; let them make their experiments on lawyers and politicians". It was a moderate sized class of about 30 people. The teacher, Mr. Murphy, was lecturing on a topic vaguely about something to do with chemicals and their interactions with people, while the seniors went all about their own business not paying any attention to his lecture. Inside we can see the typical cliques going about their business; cheerleaders, preps, jocks, emos, hicks, and even more than a few nerds. The stenciled label on the door reads "Intro to science 101." This college prep class just happens to be the one that most students need for their final science credit to graduate. This is normally not a place for odd things to happen, but this is Mr. Murphy's class after all. We shall focus on the start of it all, one girl named Jordan. An average girl of all respects; with brown hair of decent length, blue eyes, just a tic this side of cute. She awaits the end of class in a spaghetti string top that holds, quite nicely, an average rack, an almost trendy belt, long black pants that fit well enough, and a pair of well-worn but taken care of white and black sketchers. So now that you know what the catalyst looks like, let us see what unfolds in the small town of Kudzu. Kudzu Ch. 01 "Those girls had their fun, and now that I am alone, I might just be able to have mine," she thought wistfully and lustfully. She listened for people near the door and as far as she could tell they were all exiting the school. No one wanted to endure the soaking by the sprinklers, except for Jordan. So in a way, they gave her the privacy she was longing for. She waited till she heard less noise out there and then let herself start to think back on what just happened. She thought about those two girls just going at it in front of her like wild lustfilled animals. Smiling, she slipped her hand back down her pants. She moaned a bit as the cold water on her hand hit the burning flesh of her mound, but that only seemed to sweeten her sensations. Feeling her hand slide over her abs, she noticed that her stomach was tighter than normal, but figured it was because of the awkward position she was just hiding in. Then she heard a thump that startled her, and then another one, and again, then more following in rhythm. The sound and vibration coming from the wall she was leaning on. She remembered that there was a stairwell to the second floor next to the closet, as well as what people often used the underside of that stairwell for. It seems a couple had the same idea she had, to find some privacy and take care of an itch. By the muffled sounds, she could tell they were fragging just on the other side of the wall and not just making out. She could make out the sounds of voices as she neared the wall and not just the thumps of something hitting the wall. She could almost swear she could hear a girl moaning Vic's name, but she couldn't be sure through the muffling wall. A smile spread across her lips, and she leaned against the wall laughing to herself. She relaxed and thought of how much the girl on the other side would enjoy it, if what those girls said was true. She dipped her hand back into her pants and started fingering herself again. The thumps seemed to get more frequent just then, and she stopped because she could feel the thumps through the wall. When she stopped they seemed to settle down a bit, so Jordan shrugged and slid her hand down her pants again. The thumps on the wall started as her fingers once again neared her clit. Ignoring them this time, she was determined to press on to alleviate that aching need. She actually got to touch her clit this time just as the wall violently shuddered. Startled, and feeling very interrupted, she yanked away from the wall where she could swear she saw cracks in it. Just then a hand on her shoulder completly caught her off guard. She screamed as she turned to see Matt's other hand cocked back like he was going to punch her. "Well now that I have caught you, I must say... I am thinking of alternative punishments," Matt said as he looked her up and down lecherously. "I never saw you in tight wet clothes before girl, damn! We'll have to make use of that ass of yours too!" She didn't know what he was talking about but as she looked down she realized that her tits were not just a little plumper, they had grown to almost the size of Felicity's! Now that she thought of it, she never could look Matt in the eye before. He was nearly 6 feet tall and lean. She had grown in height as well, and all in the span of a day, confusion making her head spin.... Then reality hit her. Matt was talking about raping her!!!! "Oh crap!" she remembered that she had just slapped him for staring at her thong in class. She knew the stories of those who refused this "playboy." She started to apologize, stammering that she was sorry. That's when a jarring sensation hit her like a ton of bricks and she realized she was now looking at the floor. Staggering on her feet she stopped herself from falling. "Shut up bitch! That's for slapping me earlier! Now let's work on what else you owe me." Jordan stood there in terrified shock. She was confused because she was still very turned on by all that she had just witnessed and now was terrified and dazed to boot. The two were a heady mixture terror and lust... She couldn't do anything but stand in terror as this lecher started to pull her closer by grabbing her ass. She could feel his cock through both pairs of jeans as he ground on her thigh. Terrified of what she knew was coming yet almost aching for it to happen. "What the fuck is wrong with me!!!" she screamed in her mind, hoping that parts of that scream made it out loud. Matt grabbed at her tits and smiled, pleased with himself, grabbing them hard and making her wince. Then he shoved her against the wall face first and unbuckled her belt with the skill of a seasoned pro. He had her pants down around her ankles in the blink of an eye, her red thong torn off painfully in the process. Somehow at the same time, his own cock was already loose, springing from his pants. It stood engorged to its fullest with the prospect of plunder and pressed itself between her ass cheeks. "My god, your ass is so firm! Those legs! Those tits! Why didn't I see you sooner! I am going to enjoy this shit!" Matt touted with enthusiasm as he placed his cock near her entrance. Jordan shivered as thrills went up her stomach in anticipation even as chills of terror went down her spine colliding somewhere in the middle. She could feel his cock head at her entrance start to separate her lips just as she heard a loud metallic clang behind her. Matt's cock suddenly disappeared. Its slight terrifying touch of her aching hole now missed, before it even got a chance. Jordan stood there so turned on and terrified, with her ass slightly pressing backward looking for a cock involuntarily. When it didn't encounter one she opened her eyes, and wondering why he had stopped, she stayed very still hoping another fist was not coming, yet secretly hoping that a cock was. Kudzu Ch. 02 Mike and Jordan fled the room. Emotions filled both of them, from hunger and desire at being so close and intimate for the first time, to wonder and terror from the unexplained shadows imploding on Matt's dead body just behind them. Mike's head was filled with the very detailed and very vivid images of Jordan's naked body. He tried to shake the thoughts from his mind a few times but to no avail. Jordan also could not stop thinking of what just happened, of all the suppressed emotions that bubbled to the surface when she had leaned almost completely naked into Mike. She felt secure when she pressed into his arms, even though she should feel very vulnerable, being practically naked and soaking wet in more ways than one. Watching Matt's dead body being consumed as the odd shadows imploded on it was both terrible and dire in its implications, but it was not deterring her all too warming thoughts of Mike. She knew something was changing in their friendship but was more afraid of losing this new found comfort than she was of the shadows. Mike led Jordan out towards the rear of the school. The hallway in front of them had the gym on the left and the entrance lobby to the gym on the right. The lobby was open and about ten feet wide with the typical trophy cases denoting years this team went to state, tournaments that team won, and track meets that were participated in. In between the trophy cases were the double doors leading to the gym, and just past the gym is the restroom Jordan had just been in with Becca and Felicity. Across from the trophy cases were large paned windows that ended about waist high, giving a nice view of the crowd gathered in the parking lot. Mike knew of an exit out the back of the gym's locker rooms. They both could hear the sirens of the fire trucks as they pulled up in front of the building so they ducked low under the glass windows, hoping they could escape notice before the firemen came in to clear the building. Jordan kept close to Mike, clinging to his arm near the building's entrance across from the gym. Jordan couldn't resist a small peek out the windows as they crouched low. There were crowds forming outside, waiting to come back in after the firemen let them back in. She saw her teacher Mr. Murphy and some of her friends Seppy, Erin, and Brianna. All of them not happy to be wet, but were probably less unhappy to be out in the sun drying off. She also saw the local cops and the firemen getting out of their trucks. The firemen were grabbing their gear as some headed toward the main building and some attached a hose to the fire hydrant near the curb. It would not take long before they would be inside, but Jordan could tell none of them were in a hurry. She assumed they knew this was a false alarm because there was no smoke yet. Jordan saw Becca and Fel finally come out of the restroom, both of them having a hard time walking straight. Becca even waved a bit as if to a partner in crime, guilty of being caught. She pointed up to the sprinklers still pouring out water as if to ask "Did you do that?" Jordan's face reddened as she nodded yes. Becca mouthed the words "Thank you" over her shoulder as she was yanked away by Fel down the other hallway. "What was that about?" Mike said, moving from under the windows towards the gym. "Oh. It was nothing," a red faced Jordan said. "Just some girl stuff." Jordan wondered how two girls could just break out in a wild make out session like that in school. Today was definetly a weird day! ********** Outside, Sergeant Carter was trying to keep the kids out of the school until it could be cleared by the firemen. Standing about 6' with clean cut hair, stylized mirror sunglasses and a thick black mustache, he looked the epitome of a 70's TV cop. In reality, he was just a small town cop relegated to wrangling teenagers today. He looked at the kids in front of him with disdain, though they could not see it through his shades. He wasn't happy that some punk kid who pulled a fire alarm made him waste his time out here in the sun. "It wasn't all bad," he thought to himself as he glanced around. Some of the girls wearing white shirts were trying to conceal what the water revealed. Some... even displayed it proudly, and his gaze lingered on those. He could see several guys looking at their girls suggestively and he snickered to himself, enjoying his and their shared desire. Glancing back towards the gym's lobby, he saw a small slightly red haired head peek up and take a look around out of the gym lobby window. The principal, Mr. Connors, had told him when he arrived on scene that the fire alarm had been pulled in the lower gym area near where he saw the peeking head. "Hrmph, little troublemakers." he said with even more disdain than usual. He turned and started walking towards the entrance. "Mr. Carter!" came a sweet voice from the crowd behind him. He always liked it when girls called out his name. He turned and looked to find out who called him and a little blond sweet thing with too large of a rack for her own good called out again. Distracted now, he let his gaze linger in places they should not be, behind the glasses. "Mr. Carter?" Seppy called out to him. His eyes were called back to where they should be from the dark crevice between her breasts. Seppy had that effect on men. She knew it, they knew it, and hell the whole town knew it. They also knew she had a penchant for bad boys and possibly bad men as well. She was wearing a lowcut white short shirt that revealed her midriff, push up bra, and the newest belly button ring in town. Not to mention, it barely concealed her almost invisible bra and quite erect nipples from her cold drenched shirt out in the breeze. "I didn't know you had a tattoo, Mr. Carter," she said with that oddly vacant look on her pretty face. He immediately covered the back of his neck; the markings were still fresh and not very big. Derailing his previous line of thought with a crash. He had hoped the collar of his unifom would hide it but that hope was obviously lost. He seemed to be a little distant when he answered her. "I had a bad night a few days ago," he said non-committally. "Oh, it looked pretty weird. Was that a Chinese thingy?" she inquisitively asked. He wanted to avoid those questions, so instead he asked her "Did you see who pulled the fire alarm Seppy?" "Nope. Didn't see squat." she said, as though it were obvious that she hadn't seen anything. "I think I should ask you some more questions. Why don't you come with me to my patrol truck?" he said while staring blatantly at her tits. How could he get his mind off of them? At this point, Ms. McLelan came over and grabbed Seppy's arm. "You aren't going anywhere, Young Miss." she said with all the authority she could muster, clearly sensing a predator about to pounce on presumed innocence. "Jimmy, you aren't taking her anywhere. You can ask for her in the principal's office after we are cleared back in," the tone in her voice clearly stating that she knew what he had in mind. Ms. McLelan was a younger teacher with raven black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wore glasses, but they were designer and looked really good on her sharp features. Her look promised a stern response if he pressed further. She stood only 5'3" which was shorter than most of the kids standing around her, but her demeanor commanded obedience among most. "Joy, why are always telling me how to do my job!?" he said, obvious frustration in his own voice. Waving her off, he gave up on this busty Seppy chick in front of him. After Ms. McLelan's stalwart moment of silence and refusal to back down, he turned away deciding to instead find that face he saw inside the building, and exact a toll for his boredom. ********** Just a few minutes earlier and elsewhere, Samantha led her latest boyfriend down the stairwell. Vic was reluctant to leave his class when he saw her through the window in the door. His grades were already hurting in almost all his classes, but she seemed so irresistable the way she beckoned him. She was a sultry smoldering pot of sex bundled up in a lithe long distance runner's body. She was 5'6" with smooth long blond hair, slender face and a tone build. She had brown eyes that were always eager and hungry. Perfect little B's, which she had quickly flashed him through the window so only he could see. That was the indecision breaker for him. She had full lips, which she now employed at the bottom of the stairs, kissing him passionately and forcing him backward under the stairwell. Vic was a huge guy. Standing 6'7", he wasn't easily pushed backward, but so ferocious was her attack that he relented of his own will to succumb. She rubbed his shaved head as she did whenever she kissed him, her hands running over his smooth skin seductively. Her hands glided all over his body, down his solid trunk of a neck to his massive shoulders and over arms thicker than her waist, down to massive hands which she now pulled to her ass. Vic held her tight with one hand, lifting her to him, so he no longer had to slouch to kiss her. He pulled off half of his varsity jacket with his free hand and switched hands on her ass quickly to pull the jacket off with the other hand. "What's gotten into you?" he asked breathless, but also liking the end results as he sat down with her still astride him. "I walked by... the restroom... and it sounded... like someone was getting started in there!" she said in between kisses and stripping her shirt off. She stopped half naked so she could explain. "I don't know but I was a little turned on before I heard anything... then when I got near the restroom I was suddenly dripping wet. I was like O-M-G! When I decided to go in to get off real quick, that's when I heard them in there kissing and moaning. So instead of interrupting their fun, I came up here to get you, Silly!" she said a little flustered as she hurriedly unfastened his belt. "Holy crap! Right here? All we've done at school is kiss so fa..." his words were cut off as she completely ignored him. She pulled his ginormous limp cock out of his boxers and quickly wrapped her mouth around the head. Stuffing that much of his cock in her mouth was difficult because it was so big, but that only made her hungrier. She started sucking his head, vigorously running her tongue all over the massive vein just under his head. She needed his cock hard and men this big take some time to get there. It was nearly 8 inches limp, and she was now lavishing slurps on his cock head, taking it in only as far as the rim. Vic felt the stirring in the base of his cock and knew she was in for a pounding very shortly. Sam felt Vic's massive member start to swell from the base as his growing forced her hand holding it to part. She loved this part, the empowering feeling of waking this beast from its slumber. Its size and length grew steadily in her hands. She could no longer hold it in one hand as its circumference forced both of her hands apart. She grasped it now in both hands, stroking it, feeling the muscle go from a tender ropey feeling to a corded solid feel. Her mouth struggled to contain the head as it grew. This was the only part she didn't like, that she could not take him in her mouth past the head once he got hard. So before he was completely hard, she forced his cock down her throat, past her tonsils and down farther than she had gone the last time. She made it about halfway down his now 10" cock and extended her tongue lapping at the vein popping itself taut on the underside of his still growing cock. He grew too fast for her to handle now and she had to back off or her throat would hurt for weeks. She knew this from experience. He could get to easily 5" around on good nights when he was fully aroused. Those nights hurt the day after but holy crap it was worth it at the time. Vic was only half hard and he already passed 10" in length. The base of his cock was now fully erect, but the last 5" were still semi hard. She now took the head of his member in a choke hold and smacked the tip of his cock, bringing a sharp crack of sound accompanied by stinging in his cock, and then plunged it into her mouth sucking long and hard. This brought a grunt of pleasure from Vic as the pain and pleasure mixed headily. He wondered how she mastered getting him hard so quickly, but soon realized he didn't care as long as he got to the fucking soon. Sucking again and randomly coming up for air; she gave little smacks in between, coaxing his vein ridden muscle out to his full 15 inches of wet monster cock. She paused to glory at her work. A fully engorged shaft glistened moistly in front of her. She held it at the base with both hands strangling it, trying to keep all that pulsing blood within it, all the veins popping out, his pulse plainly obvious in its movements. She absolutely loved that view, of the entire thing in all its glory raised quickly and expertly by her hands and mouth. She smiled as she smothered it over her face, rubbing his dripping precum all over. Holding it as she was, she didn't have to dip her head any at all to smother it all over, licking his vein as if it alone were a cock all by itself. She was not satisfied with her just staring at this masterpiece though. "Good I want ALL of your cock in me right now!" she said as she stripped off her mini shorts, tossing them into the corner. "You're going to fuck me right here!" she said as she straddled him, almost standing in order to line her cunt up with the now massive cock under her. She hesitated for a moment until she realized exactly how wet she was. She rubbed his head up her slit getting her wetness onto him, pausing on her clit while furiously pumping both hands up and down his shaft, enjoying the movement on her clit. She bit her lip trying to keep silent as gentle waves of pleasure spread from her burning mound. She moved his head back to her aching entrance and pushed herself slowly down. The head was way too big for her and she had to force herself down, pressure building on her mound as she parted. He entered her almost with a pop, suddenly fitting inside her lips, expanding her very quickly with just his 4" wide head. She gasped as the abrupt penetration took her breath away. She was so wet that what normally took a few minutes of adjusting and constant pressure just to get him stuffed inside was accomplished in just seconds. She relaxed and caught her breath, which was difficult with only just the head inside her. Letting go and holding him in place with just her taut pussy, she lingered here for a bit, him penetrating her with just a fraction of his total girth and width. She relaxed as she grew to accept him in her, and moved farther down his shaft filling her up even more, eliciting soft moans from both of them. Suddenly the school fire alarm went off with her half standing above him, and his massive cock buried head deep within her. Interrupted, she came out of her lusting and tried to ease herself up off of his cock. She didn't move an inch before Vic's hands wrapped about her waist keeping her in place. She struggled for half a second as the sprinklers kicked on, but he kept her in place, not letting her go. Vic relished the movement on his cock, hoping she would pretend to struggle just for the velvet movement of her milking pussy. Students started coming out of classrooms and pouring down the stairs just above them. They could not see them though, unless they came behind the stairs. Vic slid Sam slowly down as people walked/ran down the stairs, enjoying the thrill of sex and the possibility of getting caught. Sam was so wet that he was sure if he let go she would slide all the way down with no resistance. She quivered slightly and bit her lip to keep herself from screaming as he slid her slowly down his girth inch by agonizing inch, her wetness only helping to impale her. Her insides stretched as he slid her down farther. She clenched her fists and hit his arms noncommittally more as a show than anything. He could hear her toes pop as she cleared 10" of huge burning meat inside her. His cock felt almost strangled inside of her, so tight was the fit, but so soft a strangling it was nearly ecstatic. She started moving now in his hands, her hips sliding up and down slightly on his meat. Feeling her move on him so soft and warm, he relaxed his grip a little. The look on her face returned to one of hunger as she filled herself willingly with his monstrous cock. She let out a squeal past her bitten lower lip, but nothing could be heard above the roar of footsteps coming down the stairs and people talking excitedly about the alarm or the sprinklers soaking them. Sam lost it then, moaning as her strokes got longer and longer taking him in farther and farther. "Take me doggy style!" she said hungrily. When Vic continued moving inside her without realizing that she was talking, she slapped him hard across the face, hurting her hand. Vic, coming out of his own sex dazed thoughts, realized what she asked for. "Take me doggy style now!" she said again reinforcing her vigorous want with thrusts of her hips. "Are you sure, you've never taken all of me before...especially that way?" he asked, wary of the consequences. "I don't care," she almost yelled at him over the noise, "I just fucking want you in me! Balls Deep! Right fucking Now!" as she slapped his face again. He complied without another word, his face still red, encouraged by the wanton need displayed in her outburst. He rolled himself over to a kneeling position while she spun around on his cock and kneeled, dizzying his senses and amazingly still clenching his throbbing cock with her viselike pussy. "God you have some skills," he said. He was in control now, thinking to himself how lucky he was, as not many girls could take all of him this way, and especially when fully engorged. He was still hesitating, holding back. He didn't want to hurt her even though it seemed she relished trying to hurt him. He moved slowly in and out of her, pulling out almost to his head, savoring the feeling of her tight burning lips against his raging cock. Pushing back into her slowly, he noticed that the noise was gone except for a few stragglers, so he kept holding back, not wanting to get caught by causing her to get loud. As the students left the area of the stairs he felt something pulling at his urges. Something foreign. Something powerful. Soon without his consent or thought, he was picking up speed inside of her smooth wet cunt. It was offering no resistance to his increases and only seemed to clench when he was exiting, almost like she didn't want him to leave. She felt so good, his pre-cum now pouring into her. Struggling to hold on to control, he was still only giving her about 8 inches of his cock at a time. Sam let go of a loud moan and begged for more. "Quit teasing me Vic!" she pleaded, "Come on and Fuck me you big Idiot!" she demanded as she furiously humped backward onto his member. Vic could not hold his urges in check. It was difficult enough to restrain his urges when she was lost in abandon like this. Then he was also getting pulled by this force. It kept tugging at his flesh, coaxing out new levels of sensation, new levels of urgency and need. Her needs rose as well but were unrestrained when compared to his. She slammed herself back onto him, impaling herself down to 11" on his cock. Her pussy extended almost to capacity. The fullness inside her only drove her to milk him more. The deliciously tight movement on his cock, her urgency, his need, and the unknown force was all too much for his iron will to fight. He knew if he let go there would be dangerous consequences, but his reasoning was being eroded by the symphony of flesh, lust, and an unknown nudge forming an almost musical pulse within him. This pulse was slightly faster than his racing heart, leading it to beat just a little faster, pump a little harder. A fragrance mixed in with the wild musty smell of sex hanging in the air, the scents pacifying his thoughts that were trying to warn him of external and internal danger. The air filled with these calming scents and a quickening mixture of music ran through his soul pacifying him to the danger. Kudzu Ch. 02 Vic was pumping into her harder now, pushing the limits of his member inside of her, still only reaching 11" of his 15" cock. She was screaming and calling his name now, as he pushed into her harder and harder causing her head to thump into the wall. She didn't seem to care. The urge apparently was affecting her more than him, so much so that she was lost in her own world, writhing on his extended member, soaking in every detail of him inside her. His resistance was crumbling bit by bit, his lust taking over against his will, making him drive even harder into her, crashing her into the wall with even more force; her sopping wet pussy being abused to the max, still pushing back against him, trying to take in more of him. Feeling the last bastions of his will to resist crumble, the urging all of a sudden ceased. The music flowing through his veins abated and the scent decreased in its potency. Thoughts clearing inside his head, he noticed how hard he had been pushing Sam into the wall. Slowing his thrusts he watched her. Sam had been hitting the wall pretty hard. She was dazed and reacting slowly, still thrusting herself onto his cock seemingly out of an autonomous reaction. Sam seemed to also be having a continuous small orgasm as her pussy was slightly fluttering about his cock nonstop. To him it felt like she was trying to pull him in almost, and he realized that she was moaning in pleasure, but incoherently not making the normal noises she makes. Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, he felt guilty at almost letting go, he knew now she probably would not survive if he had. He started to pull out of her easing himself back so the shock of emptying her would not be as abrupt, the sensation of just that small motion almost bringing him to the cusp. He was about to cum from all the furious milking that her pussy was still doing, but decided he had better pull out instead of cumming at all because he felt so guilty from hurting her. Just as he was about to pull the head of his member out, that song thrummed through his veins at full blast. His thoughts gone, replaced with one thing: the unyielding need to Cum. He slammed forward with all of his strength, his entire member sinking into her all the way to the hilt. He could feel the head of his cock push inside of her womb, finally taking all 15" of his enormous member, extending her flesh to the point of pain. They both hit the wall with a giant shudder. All of her previous exertions brought him to the edge just before the music had abated, now all those feelings multiplied in his body. He came like he never came before, shooting load after load into her. Cum spurted into her womb, overflowing into her overfilled cunt and squirting out from her lips to the floor from the overpressure. Spasming completely inside her, emptying the contents of his cock, he came to his senses again as the force abated itself once again. Looking at the wall in front of him, he saw the cracks caused by the final thrust. Thoughts cleared in his head as he realized he had rammed her with his true strength. Panicking, he realized she hadn't moved since he came. He backed off of her slowly. She dropped to the floor under him. Her arms no longer holding her up, but her ass still lifted off the ground, supported by his gigantic cock impaled inside her. It seemed to be the only thing holding her up. The rest of her body seemed limp and unresponsive. Fearing the worst, he backed up more, the last guilty pleasures coursing through his member as her lips passed along the length, milking it of its cum one last time. Guilt flooded through him and a horrid feeling of foreboding came over him. She finally slid off the end of his enormous cock. The last sucking effect of her cunt causing him to spurt some more as her body fell off of his cock and onto the floor. He skidded backward along the floor, fearing he had killed her. His cock still spurting its last streams in random directions, he looked at her body and tried to stand up. Falling over himself in doing so, having forgotten that his pants were down. He pulled them up rapidly, trying to stuff his still twitching cock somewhere in his pants; shuddering as remnants of the most powerful orgasm he had ever felt ebbed over him again. When he got his pants back up, he realized that Sam's body was crumpled up against the wall. His last thrust was strong enough to snap her neck crushed between the wall and Vic. His shoulders slumped as realization hit him. This human was killed by him because he could not control his flesh and regulate his urges. She could be a real bitch at times but did not deserve to die... No one could stand against him at full strength, but he was in flesh form now. How could he have let go? What caused that music in his veins? What caused those scents? He sniffed the air and found small traces of that fragrance still lingering. That was one sense he was still getting used to. Having a hard time, he traced the smell to the air vent in the corner of the wall. He could almost make out a voice through it... It kinda sounded like Sam's brother Matt. Right then, he noticed that the room he was in went suddenly darker than it had been. Spinning around, he noticed the body of Sam enclosed in shadows that seemed to suck light right out of the air. The air shuddered with a small thump as the shadows writhed and imploded into themselves taking the body with it. At the same time he heard a vaguely metallic clang against a soft object that came from the vent. This was magic unknown to him, and he had just killed... well, whatever it was. In a rare moment of self preservation and thought, he kicked at an electrical outlet, breaking it open and shattering the plugins. He pulled out the shattered socket and ripped the wires off of it. He stretched two of them slightly in the direction of the scorched black mark left on the floor where the body had been. The electricity flowing through the two wires and into him barely slowed him. Now it looked as if a fire had started because of the broken outlet. Thankful to be done in that now creepy room, he ran out from under the stairs, slipping a little on something on his way out. That was another emotion he was struggling with. Fear. He had not known that in all of his previous forms. He had to get home and away from this strangeness, that would help him sort through all the jumble of emotions flooding through him. He was still getting used to those as well, he needed practice to control them and sometimes they ran rampant, but never enough to cause him to lose restraint before now. His father had once told him to never show his true strength as they would never understand. They would only fear him, much like the last time.