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Darkness moaned, her velvet body pouring over the man beneath her.
Her hips undulated in slow circular motions, grinding his hardness deep inside her.
She could hear the drums calling from the old radio on the dresser and she thrust in rhythm with them. The delightful tickle that promised release started deep in her core, travelling upwards. Desperate, she tweaked her own breasts, and rode harder. She knew it was useless, but the need rode her, almost as fiercely as she rode the male beneath her. He was panting hard as she stroked him with the thousands of little fingers that gripped his cock as she moved, pistoning her body against him. He had fallen past words some hour ago; the many orgasms, having rendered him almost senseless.
She felt a slight pang of pity then. He was after all, only a predator as she was. He had taken women here before. She could smell the light scent of their bodies on the mattress. Some of them had bled, some had died. He groaned lightly in protest, not used to being the prey. She would release him soon enough. Her body hungered, soon...soon. She looked down at him with loving compassion. His deep blue eyes stared into her own, from a face that had seen too much pain. She traced the long scar that went from his eyebrow to his chin, Smiling as her fingers brushed through the coarse stubble that hid away his baby shaped lips. She loved him intensely in that moment. But then she loved all of them.
It was time; she could delay it no longer. Caressing her thumb over the soft skin of his lips, she curved downward, the black of her wings spiralling outwards, like twin parachutes from her naked back. A pang of pain and guilt, as his eyes went wild with fear, before her lips touched and brushed over his. He struggled against her, but she only increased the pressure on his maleness, until he stilled. Her tongue prodded lightly to get him to open up, her hands moving to hold him firmly but gently in place as her lips sealed over him, sucking back to drink up that precious life.
She rode him gently then, drinking up his pain, his memories, and the spark that lit the body he wore. He gave one last release, his thick seed disappearing inside her before she let him slip from her body. Her wings folded down and disappeared once more as she settled beside him. One hand clasped round his, the other gently stroking the hair back from his face as the light in his eyes died. She wept then, the hot tears falling down her cheeks as she dressed him, and tucked him into the bed where he lay. Predator no more. Darkness sighed and made her way to the window. The room; the man, was like a thousand others. He was not the first, and would not be the last.
Her mind wandered as she stepped out onto the fire escape. Pulling the thin chemise dress she wore over her head and down over her lusciously shaped body, she thought of a time when she had tried to ignore the hunger. Thought about how she had become so desperate that she had rubbed against anything that looked like a penis, broadcasting so strongly that three apartment buildings full of people had fallen into fucking themselves senseless. Not as amusing as it sounded, she mused, slipping her feet into their respective shoes. She was glad it hadn't been during the day. She wasn't sure she would want to see what would happen with sweet lil ol' grannies, and women pushing strollers.
Snorting softly with the imagery she leapt over the edge of the rail, dropping easily to the ground below. She walked consciously, one foot in front of the other, so that her round little ass swayed. The glow of the street lamps shone through the thin fabric of her dress, outlining the nakedness of her tightly shaped curves.
She headed towards her favorite stalking grounds, already tuned into the boistrous laughter of her next " companion" as he made fun of an unfortunate who had wandered in. She smiled slightly, clacking eagerly towards the bar. There was no such thing as being sated. The last moments of their lives was the closest thing to actually achieving release. The constant tickle that would never go away drove her almost to madness with the need it created. She shouldn't have to kill this one... she thought. A scent stopped her cold in her tracks, the hunger of her body washed up and over her like a wave of cold water, catching her off guard. She screamed, and lights went on everywhere around her. Not to investigate, but to find each other. Darkness tried desperately to follow the scent that caught her attention, but other things were more demanding
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