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 Inner Beasts
   by Nysidra
   Occult Erotica (MF, wraith, shifter)
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   -_ Drifter _Evan cradled the phone to his ear as he opened the apartment
door.  "Yes, sir." The door swung open with a low groan.  He rolled a pair
of suitcases in and shut the door with his foot.  "I'll be there in the
morning."
   His nose curled at the musty and acrid smell.  He set the bag of
groceries on the counter and opened the windows.
   "Where is that?" He pulled a notebook from his back pocket and scribbled
down the directions.  "Yes.  No problem.  See you then."
   He swiped a finger along the counter.  No dust.  At least the place was
clean, if a bit rank.  He stooped over his bags by the door and unstrapped
two travel bags.  He carried the smaller one to the counter in the small
bathroom and the larger one on the foot of the full-sized bed.
   The apartment was just as advertised: furnished, small, clean.  He'd
been inside dorm rooms with more space.  All he needed was a place to eat
and sleep, and only for a few months.  This spot had been a good deal.
   He stored the groceries, showered, dressed, and got back in his truck.
There was a bar about five miles back from the apartment complex.  He'd
made note of it on the way into town.  As predicted, the place was
beginning to fill out.  The crowd was young and happy-hour drew in a
surprising amount of college-aged residents.
   He got a drink and parked in the booth near the back wall.  He placed a
drink order and scanned the crowd.
   A blushing pair of young women approached.  He expected they would take
one of the nearby empty booths.  One in his line of sight, he hoped.
   "Hey," whispered the brunette.
   The shorter, thicker girl beside her turned a deeper shade of red and
looked at the light fixtures over the booth.
   "Hello." He smiled at them both.
   "Can we join you?"
   "Have a seat," Evan offered.
   "Thanks." The brunette had green eyes and her bra set her breasts high
and tight, the v-neck shell of a blouse only made this more obvious.  "You
look like you could use some company?"
   "What are your names?" Evan asked.
   "I'm Claire and this is my friend, Anne."
   He crooked his finger to Anne.  "I have something I want to tell you."
   Claire looked confused for a moment, but shouldered Anne in
encouragement.
   Evan made room for her to sit beside him.  He leaned over and whispered
to her.  "I really want to fuck you.  I mean, your friend is cute, but I
want you.  I'd happily sit here for a couple hours buying the both of you
drinks, but I want to know your answer while you're sober.  May I have the
pleasure of your body tonight?"
   If it weren't for his proximity near her, he might have mistaken that
crimson in her face for rage.
   "What?" Claire whispered to her from across the table.  She looked at
Evan.  "What did you say to her?"
   Anne pulled her phone from her pocket and typed.  She showed him her
screen.  "She can't handle tequila.  Get her wasted and she won't be angry
with me."
   Evan winked at Claire.  "That's what I thought." He purposefully made it
sound like she was giving away some secret about Claire, which put her
friend back into a flirtatious mood.
   He was as good as his word, ordering shots for himself and Claire and
light weight drinks for her bashful companion.
   Anne leaned on his right shoulder, sipping the cranberry spritzer while
Claire leaned on his left.
   Anne said to Claire.  "I'll be right back."
   Claire pushed herself upright and stared after Anne's departure.
   "Have you known her long?"
   The server delivered the next round of shots.
   Claire pulled the glass over.  "No.  She's been my roommate since the
beginning of the year.  Such a fucking wall-flower, but don't worry, you
don't have to touch her.  I drag her out with me because if I don't," she
knocked the shot back, "no one else will." She set the empty glass down and
leaned on his shoulder.  "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
   "Why?  Are you?"
   "Getting there.  That's not necessary, you know?"
   "Saying you can't hold your liquor?"
   She reached over for his shot and knocked it back.  "Saying it's not
necessary."
   She didn't last much longer after that.  Anne drove them back to the
apartment.  She flashed him a grateful smile as he carried the drunken,
slurring Claire into her bedroom.
   "Get comfortable," he whispered in her ear.  "I'll be right back."
   Claire mumbled something incoherent as he closed her bedroom door.
   He found Anne curled in a ball on the couch.  Her eyes were wide,
expression of shock at his quick appearance.  "You should go back to her."
   Evan put his finger to his lips and sat down beside her.  She was
sweating and that only made the scent of her flowery perfume a bit
stronger. "If you have changed your mind about me, all you have to do is
tell me."
   Her wide eyes blinked, soft curve of the upper lash.  She shook her head
as if that were the last thing on her mind.
   Evan was not sure what it was about shy, socially introverted women, but
he went after them whenever he could.  Maybe it was the chase, even though
he craved a deeper connection, the beast within craved the hunt, the
mastery.  He reached down to shift his erection as he leaned forward to
kiss her on the cheek.  He whispered, "I want you."
   "Why?"
   Because needed to feel her warmth, her affection, the softness of her
body.  The pleasure brought him much needed peace, a way to focus his mind.
He didn't tell her any of this.
   His lips brushed hers.  He caressed her face.  "Grant me permission."
   She pulled back, eyes narrowed, a slight frown.  "Permission?"
   "Grant me permission, and I'll take you."
   She bit down on the pad of her thumb and leaned forward to look around
his body to her room mate's door.  After several heavy sighs, she nodded.
"Okay, yes."
   He kissed her, took her into his arms and caressed her body until she
was squirming against him.  They moved to the bedroom where he undressed
her, still kissing and fondling her.  Her breasts were soft, nipples hard.
Once he had her naked he dove between her thighs, his tongue laving between
her swollen folds.  He circled the bud of her clitoris.
   Anne whimpered and writhed.  Her forearms covered her face.  She muffled
her moans behind her flesh.  Evan grinned as his tongued her flooding curt.
She wiggled her hips, rocked down onto his tongue.  She was so wet,
delicious.  Evan's cheeks were wet with her flood of arousal, his dick
ached with the expectation of diving into her.
   She cried out, shuddering and shaking for the second time.  "Please,
please, I can't."
   "Yes, you can." He eased away from her and wiped his face dry with his
shirt.  "Spread your legs."
   She did, with a bit of a confused frown.
   "You look beautiful like that." Evan reached down and gripped the base
of his cock as he crawled over her.  He eased the head back and forth over
her soaking wet slit.  "This is your dick tonight, Anne." He groaned as
sank inside her.  Damn, she was tight, warm, soft.
   He started out steady, got her use to him, listened for the go ahead to
really lay into her.  He took hold of her hips and fucked her, hard and
steady, causing the bed to rock.  Her moans turned to screams and then she
was thrashing, coming long and hard on his dick, those pussy muscles
clamped down hard, milking him, trying to take him over the edge.
   Even wasn't ready to go, not yet.  He turned her over, put her on her
hands and knees and banged away.
   "Yes, please yes." She whimpered.
   "You like that, Anne?"
   Her answer was one long moan.  "Yes!" She'd forgotten all about her
roommate, her shyness, her decorum.  He kept pumping into her until he felt
her tighten once again.  She collapsed onto the bed with a whimper.
   Still hard as a fist, Evan eased out, gave her a moment to catch her
breath.
   "Um..." She swallowed and looked down at him.
   Evan lifted his brow in question.
   "You didn't ...  you can keep going."
   "You want me to ejaculate in you sweet heart?"
   She blushed and buried half her face in the bed.  "Perhaps."
   Evan's dick jumped.  "Where inside you?"
   "Oh," She sat up and rubbed her cheek to her shoulder.  "You're weird."
   "Perhaps." He reached out for her breast, rolled her nipple between his
fingers.  "Where do you want my fluids?"
   She got down on her belly and reached out for him.  He was slightly
sticky from being inside her, but she didn't appear to care.  "My mouth?"
   Evan closed his eyes and relaxed as her mouth bobbed up and down on his
head.  She choked occasionally with the zeal of her efforts.  Her tongue
waggled and saliva dripped onto his balls.
   "You're good at this," Evan praised.  "Yeah, keep that up." His balls
tightened and the volcano inside him erupted.  Spurt after spurt, his hips
locked on that hungry mouth of hers.  When he finally opened his eyes he
had before him quite a mess.  Her face, neck, and chest were dripping with
his spunk.
   "Look at you." He drew a circle on her cheek.  "You made a mess."
   "Sorry." She winced.
   He grinned.  "What for?  You look beautiful messy." He walked her to the
bathroom and wet a cloth, wiped her down, cleaned her up while he got a
good look at her in the bathroom light.  There was just something magical
about the female body - hips, breasts, thighs, ass, stomach, lips, hands.
He felt his dick rising as he touched her.
   "What now?" She whispered.
   He picked her up and carried her over to her desk chair.  "Ride me,
Anne."
   That was the other thing he loved about a shy woman.  Once he got her
going, once she could lose herself in the moment, she was a tireless
companion, eager and ready for the next experience.  No matter how brief
his encounters, Evan made sure to leave a good impression.  His took his
time making her moan, scream, beg, and whimper.  He fucked her delicious
body until sunrise, until exhaustion and sleep claimed her for good.
   Seconds after she closed her eyes he pressed a kiss to her forehead and
saw himself out.
   ***
   Evan managed a couple hours of sleep.  He woke, dressed, and headed for
his new job.
   He gravitated toward manual work, outdoors, physical jobs.  He tried to
find anything that would challenge him physically and leave him feeling
accomplished by sundown.  He had experience with landscaping, waste and
debris clean up, renovations, construction work, painting, moving,
warehouse inventory, delivery, farming, and dock work.
   Another thing he couldn't do - was any of those things for too long.  He
always found a new place to visit, a new trade to learn.  The vastness and
variety of life called to him.  Not to mention the women, with each new one
he had a moment of perfection.
   Experience was the best of all teachers.  As varied as the location, the
work, the women.  Evan's life was one quite founded on monotony.  Eat. 
Sleep.  Work.  Fuck.  This process was occasionally peppered with
traveling.
   Couldn't keep any one of them for too long.  Inevitably the fuck portion
of that equation would break down.
   Not here.  Not yet.  This was a new city and a new array of beautiful
women to adore.
   -_ Bait _-
   Three weeks since he got into town, a few days since he last saw Anne.
She'd started out plenty eager, open, and enthusiastic, but she wanted to
slow down.  Last time they were together, she expressed her disinterest in
seeing him again.
   Evan accepted the disappointment gracefully.  He didn't even mind the
timing.  He would rather a women tell him to leave than fake her pleasure.
   The morning's paper had mentioned a place called Platinum.  The writer
described it as the mecca for the city's 'beautiful people.' Young people
in high numbers, but not overwhelming.  A fast dance beat poured through
the speakers.
   A buzz of smartly dressed staff cleared tables and delivered drinks.
   Gorgeous group of young women dancing in a circle.  They lowered their
hips with a coordinated movement.  A girl sat on the table staring at them,
her head tilted to the side, sipping from her drink.  Her expression
appeared wistful.
   That's exactly the type of woman Evan wanted to fuck.  He wanted to make
her wishes come true, he wanted to be the answer to her lustful prayers. 
The gulf between him and her was too wide to cross in time.
   A woman in a a slinky blank dress leaned on a rail and scanned the room.
She wore a silver band on her wrist, red stripe down the middle.  If she
were still around at the end of the night, he'd pay for her service. 
Occasionally he met a woman who offered her service from the heart, made
money doing something she loved.
   Would she be like that?
   The music switched to a frenetic drumbeat.  It called more people to the
dance floor.  Misters sent cool air down onto the revelers.
   The woman in the bright green dress did not appear to care how many
people surrounded her.  She moved as if she were all alone at home with the
radio on.  He was not the only one who noticed.  The vivacious woman drew a
fair number of spectators, gained more flooring as they circled her.
   Her hips and chest shifted and snapped.  The woman put on quite a show.
Two hours, she spent on that floor, no stop, no breaks.  She went fast or
slow as the music demanded, filtering the music through her body.
   He was fascinated by her boundless energy, the glow of her creative
expression.  Golden brown locks of hair twisted every which way in the
multicolored light.  Sweat glistened as it ran down her neck into her
heaving bosom.
   She wasn't the type of woman he usually went for, and yet she captured
his attention and held it.
   The music changed, no faster or slower than other songs.  She dropped
her arms, stood straight, and marched away from the dance floor, toward
him.
   Her eyes met his.
   Evan held his breath.  Would she scold him for staring?
   She perched on the stool beside him and signaled a server.  He walked in
the opposite direction, but soon returned with to bottles of water and a
cloth napkin.
   She smirked at him.  "Give him ten dollars."
   Evan reached for his wallet with a smirk.  Perhaps this night would go
his way after all.
   "You stared at me long enough, I figured you wouldn't mind."
   "Not at all."
   She drained the first bottle of water in one go.  "Will you take me
home?"
   Evan refrained from answering her right away.  He was wary of easy
catches and even more so of bold women.  They didn't tend to be as much
into the sex as they pretended.
   She put the empty water bottle on the bar and leaned over to him. 
"You've been looking at me for an hour at least, and I know that look.  If
it will make you feel better, I'll play the sheltered girl next door and
let you talk me into it." She raised an eye brow as she sipped from the
second bottle.  "Into a lot of it."
   He grinned.  She wasn't his type, but he couldn't deny her allure. 
Bold, insightful, and full of energy, and less he forget, beautiful.  "My
name is Evan."
   "Hello, Evan.  I'm Rachel." She put her hand on his shoulder.  She'd
easily been his height standing, but now she was on the stool, her height
put her breasts more squarely in his face.  She probably seemed like an
amazon to other men.
   He could feel the heat coming off her in waves.  She was still sweating,
but made no further effort to remove the fine sheen covering her face,
neck, and breasts.  Evan inhaled deeply.  Oh, the smell of her was a
pleasant bouquet.  He imagined licking those drops from her cleavage.  Best
of all, she didn't seem the least bit exhausted.  Two hours he'd spent
letting the movement of her body entertain him.  Why not the rest of the
night?
   "Where do you live, Rachel?"
   She reached into the small purse at her hip and pulled out her phone. 
After a few gestures, she showed him a map.
   He'd been on the streets enough in the past month to know the area.  Not
too far from his own place.  "Let's go then."
   She walked beside him on the way out, nursing the second bottle until
she reached the last trash bin before the exit door.  She was still dancing
as she walked, hips swinging, steps in time with the beat, shoulders
bouncing, and hair swaying.
   He checked her shoes.  She had on low heels which put her at either
5'11" or even 6' by his estimation.
   Once she was in the truck with him, he rolled the windows down, and she
sat back and closed her eyes.  She was quiet, but he didn't mind.  None of
the usual 'getting to know you' questions to deflect.
   She let him in the house, locked the door, and then undressed on the way
to the bedroom.  She tossed a look behind her and grinned when she found
him following.  They fell into the bed naked.  Evan typically entertained
more foreplay, but she made it clear she wasn't in the mood to play.  Her
long legs wrapped his waist and she impaled herself on his cock.
   "Mmm," Rachel sighed as he sank inside her.
   He shared the sentiment.  She felt good, hot.  Bold was a nice touch on
her.  He let go a little and rammed her hard and fast.
   "Please," she whispered.  He knew the prayer well, please don't climax
and ruin her oncoming orgasm.
   Evan pounded her faster, deeper, snatched her down off the plateau.
   Her mouth opened in a silent O, her body went perfectly still, and yet
deep inside she was shaking.  He didn't let up for a second.  This was the
orgasm of a woman who hadn't had the dick put to her this good in a while.
   Another one of Evan's favorite things about women, the serene look of
peace on her face after an orgasm.  He slowed down as she learned to
breathe again.
   Rachel fell back against the bed and her eyes rolled around aimlessly.
He held each of her thighs in hand, rocking in and out of her spasming
pussy.
   "Switch," she said.
   Evan lay back on the bed and she mounted him.  This time Evan's eyes
closed.  She was squeezing her pussy around him, riding with a roll to her
hips each time.
   "That's it big boy.  Fuck, look at you." She purred.  "Playgirl of the
year."
   Rachel did most of the work.  All Evan had to do was lie there and enjoy
it.  He kept his eyes closed and did just that, his hands roamed her
thighs, hips, breasts, marveling at the elicit movement of her body.
   Healthy and tireless.
   He had just begun the climb toward a climax when Rachel slowed to a
stop.
   He blinked his eyes open and followed Rachel's eyes to the woman
standing in the bedroom doorway.
   "Hello," she wiggled her fingers with a blushing grin.  "Wow, he's
huge."
   Rachel moaned.  "You have no idea."
   Evan nearly lost his wood from the shock, but only barely.  Rachel was
still sucking on him with her phenomenal vaginal muscles.  The other girl
undressed in front of them.  She had a petite frame, taunt muscular build,
and shapely.  He wondered how these two women had come to build such an
intimate friendship.
   Rachel smirked down at him and waggled her brows.  She mouthed the
words, 'Do you want to fuck her' as she slid off him.
   Trick question?  It could go either way at this point.
   "Come over here so that he can get a good look at you." Rachel lifted
off him and moved to the foot of the bed.
   Evan felt dazed as she helped him into a sitting position.  Had he
crashed the truck?  Was he currently in a coma-dream?  The pert, lighter
skinned young woman stood beside the bed.  Her eyes were also a lighter
brown, near hazel.  He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers and inhaled
the spiced apple scent coming from her skin.  Alcohol, nervousness,
excitement.  He pulled her onto the bed and kissed her deeper.
   Rachel beamed and gave him a thumbs up sign.  'Fuck her,' she mouthed.
   "What's your name?" He asked.  He kept his face close to hers.  This
young woman was adorable.  He liked the way she felt, smelled, like a food
he couldn't quite pin down.
   "Sarah."
   "Do you want to have sex with me?"
   She giggled.  He could see her redden even in the low light.  "I'd like
to, yes."
   "Evan."
   "Yes, Evan.  I do, but," her hand reached up to touch his hair.  "I'm
not quite ready for that."
   He kissed her again, this time letting his tongue slip past her lips. 
"I'll handle that small detail." He lifted her and pulled her onto the bed
with him.  He lay her back onto the pillow and continued kissing her.  His
hands covered her body.  She was a complete dichotomy to Rachel.  Small,
reticent, languid.  He put his arm around her shoulder and she seemed to
melt into his chest.  His hands covered her, warming her, protecting her.
Damn, she was a tiny thing.
   She sighed as he covered her body with his own, trapped her under his
broad chest.  Her legs opened, and rocked her wet slit along his cock.  She
reached down and placed him at her opening.  He pushed his way inside, slow
and steady until he bottomed out.  He kept that same slow, yet insistent
pace and reveled in the way she squirmed under him, her hands pressing into
his ass, hips rocking to meet his every thrust.  There was a fire in her
eyes and it burned away the shyness as she opened to him.
   Remembering the other woman in the room, Evan looked over his shoulder.
Rachel was in the rocking chair, her robe loosely folded around her.  She
shook her head and nodded to Sarah.  Evan happily obeyed.  Trying to please
two women at once always failed.  But tag teaming them?  Of all the
follies, Evan had not had the opportunity to fail at that one yet.
   Though she sounded like some women just before an orgasm, Sarah wasn't
there yet.  She used her moans and cries to voice her intense pleasure, a
pleasure he was thrilled to give.  A man of lesser experience would be
driven wild by the way she completely unhinged herself when aroused.  Each
of her melodic moans pulled at the root of his balls.  He never chose any
woman who seemed as shy and nervous as her.
   Did Rachel make a habit of this?  Snaring a man with her confidence only
to switch him off to a shy little thing who so clearly loved to fuck?
   A great night.  Evan smiled into Sarah's neck as he pumped into her
tight pussy.  He wanted to keep them fucking and moaning until daybreak.
   "Evan," Sarah breathed directly into his ear.  She keened and moaned. 
"I need it.  I'm so close." The way she whimpered made him harder.
   "What do you need?" He whispered back.  "I'll give you anything you
want." He slowed his thrusts, waiting for her to ask, anxious to know how
to please her.
   She kissed his cheek and he felt her smiling.  "Don't give.  Take
whatever you want."
   Fuck.  Yes.  "If I take more than you're willing to give, just say your
own name." Evan pulled out, turned her, and grabbed her hips, positioning
her until she was on her knees.  He grabbed her wrists and locked them to
her hips.  He was back inside her and nailing her like a locomotive piston.
Maybe she'd regret it later, maybe it was the wrong thing to do, but he was
going to fuck her raw and deal with the aftermath.
   She screamed, wailed, and the sound might have made him stop if he
didn't feel the soaking hot clamp on his dick.  He didn't stop, didn't
slow. She was coming and hard and he fucked her straight through it,
gritting his teeth to keep himself in control.  Sweat dropped from his brow
and he growled with a feral possessiveness as her ejaculate wet their
thighs.
   Fuck yes.  Fuck yes.  Fuck yes!
   The moment he felt her come down he was over the moon himself.  He cried
out and went stock still.  He came hard enough to put stars in his vision.
He wasn't thinking, wasn't breathing, just feeling as jet after jet of
euphoria poured out of him.
   He came down and gently disentangled their bodies.  She tried to leave
the bed the moment he let her go.  He should have let her, but he wasn't
thinking clearly.  Evan grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms,
holding her prisoner with him on the dry spot on the bed.  He folded his
arms and legs around her and cradled her against his chest.  She wasn't
leaving, not yet, not until he said.  She snuggled into him and kissed his
chest.
   Evan's breaths came deep and fast, and for a moment he thought he was
going to lose his mind, but he pulled back from the brink.  He shouldn't
have grabbed her like that, but he acted before he thought about it.
   Rachel sauntered over to the bed and put a towel over their mess.  She
winked and gave him a thumbs up.  "Beer?  Liquor?"
   "Just water," he answered.  He looked down to ask Sarah.  She buried
deeper into him.
   "I've got her."
   She wasn't trembling any more, and she was clinging to him just as
tight. Would he be able to see her again after tonight?  Would it upset her
roommate?  That their relationship would be over in days hurt.  It was a
harsh reality that was often repeated.
   He'd never worried about that outcome before.
   "Thank you," she mumbled from the wall of his chest.
   Evan chuckled and stroked her hair.  "No, thank you."
   Rachel returned to the room with a bottle of juice and bottle of water.
She snatched the damp towel and blanket off the bed and sat down.
   More silence.  Sarah turned in his arms and drank from the bottle while
she and Rachel shared furtive looks.  Evan set the empty bottle of water
aside and waited to see what would come next.  With a peck to his cheek,
Sarah eased away from him and out the room, leaving him with Rachel.
   Sarah pulled the door shut behind her.
   Evan said, "Do you pull that bait and switch often?"
   Rachel shook her head.  "I'm always baiting, but the catch is rarely
good enough for the switch."
   He bowed his head.  "Thank you."
   "Ready for me?" She crawled toward him and looked down for his answer.
She grinned as she palmed his balls.  "I want something different this
time."
   His cock hardened with renewed vigor at the prospect.
   She brushed her whole body up along his.  She wrapped her arms around
him and rubbed her cheek to his.  "Take my ass, use me hard, but," she
giggled slightly, "not like you did Sarah.  I might not survive that."
   "I'll find your tolerance."
   "I bet you will."
   "You're such a dirty little slut," he growled in her ear as he climbed
onto her.
   She gasped, her eyes growing wide, but her grin was even larger.
   He pinned her arms down over her head and dipped his dick into her
pussy. "Forgot how wet being a cock hungry cunt makes you?"
   "Y-yes." She whimpered.
   "I'll remind you." Evan's tenuous grasp on his beast stretched to a
clear, thin thread as he sank inside her ass.  These women were dangerous,
in the best way.  He worked her little ass hard, growling one threat after
another into her ear.  He went hard, not not nearly as hard as he could
have, not the way he'd taken her petite room mate only moments before.
   He smacked her left ass cheek, made it sting then switched to the other.
Back and forth until she was cherry red.
   "Yes, thank you.  Please, oh yes." She whimpered and bucked and took
him.
   ***
   Sarah leaned her head against the wall in the hallway.  Rachel always
went to the next level when she had sex.  She didn't have to worry about
being as greedy or as voracious as she wanted.  She could let go and relax.
   She had nothing to worry about.
   The note on the fridge reminded her of what she already knew.
   "Be careful, darling."
   Sarah's body tingled as she listened to them, his rough voice, Rachel's
low moans.  She always listened when Rachel was with another man,
sometimes, that was all she could manage.  But mostly, it was for one
another's safety.  They had a safe word, just between them.  They also left
notes to each other in the kitchen.  It was a system of protection they
were well practiced with.
   When the moaning died down, Sarah pushed herself upright.  Rachel opened
the door and the smell of sex overpowered her.  "Go.  He's in the shower.
I'll take the other room."
   "I'll be fine," Sarah grinned, happy to be with him again.  Rachel would
depend on her to walk him out, but if she was lucky, she'd get to play with
him well into morning.
   Be careful.
   She grabbed a new set of linen from the closet and changed the sheets
while he was in the shower.  Even if he didn't want her again, he could
sleep in her bed, and she'd get to smell him.  He felt so good lying next
to her, large, strong.  She could bring a teddy bear like that with her
everywhere she went.
   Sarah licked her lips and froze as her vision blurred.
   Be careful.  Rachel's warning was meant to be taken seriously.  Sarah
could not build up her hopes, create new ways to be disappointed.  She put
the finishing touches on the bed as he stepped out.
   After being with someone so gorgeous and uninhibited like Rachel, why
would he want anything to do with her?  He'd already done more than most
men Rachel brought home.  Sarah couldn't be greedy.  He probably didn't
want her again.  He didn't come here hoping to be with her.
   She reached down and fiddled with her toes.  She'd been silly enough to
think he wanted to sleep in her bed.  It was already the best sex ever. 
She was such a difficult person to be with, never quite reaching orgasm,
having to fake it most of the time anyway.
   Maybe he'd feel better if Rachel were the one waiting for him, quick and
easy to please.
   Sarah launched herself from the bed and met a solid wall of flesh.  She
only managed the first hiss of sorry before he lifted her and tossed her to
the center of the bed.  He grabbed her legs, spread them and attacked her
with his tongue.
   She closed her eyes with a wanton groan.  She balled her hands into the
sheets and braced for discomfort or harsh stabbing.  Though he'd been
aggressive getting her back to the bed, his tongue was soft, coaxing.
   Being taken over by another's lust freed her to express her own.  She
brought her hand up to her breast, tweaked her nipples.  Her moans were
like little purrs as her hips rolled into his mouth.
   No matter how fleeting this perfection between them, Sarah resolved to
enjoy it.
   ***
   Earlier, Evan had collapsed on the bed beside Rachel.  They were both
panting and covered in sweat.
   "Use the shower in here," Rachel explained in a whisper.  "Do you want
her again?"
   "Need to catch my breath, but yes." He smirked.  "I do."
   Rachel rolled out the bed.  "Good.  I'm tapping out for the night."
   He had exited the shower to find the bed freshened, made up, and Sarah
all balled up in the center.  Her posture and the nervous picking called
out to him.  What went on in that head of hers?  How could he get in there
with her?
   Her face would light up, only to darken with a frown.  Evan hardened as
he stalked toward her.  She picked at her toes, unaware of his approach. 
She didn't have to have a shred of doubt.
   He wanted to taste her, get a mouth full of that sweet exotic nectar. 
She was different somehow.  All women were in their own way, but he
couldn't rest until he found what attracted him so strongly to this woman.
   She moved so quickly that if he hadn't already been between her on the
door, she might have escaped him.  Instead, she slammed into his chest. 
Once again, Evan reacted without thinking, abandoning all reason.  He
tossed her onto the bed and went for what he wanted.  He forgot all about
his sanctimonious rules.  If she wanted him to stop, she knew how to speak.
   Drinking his fill of her did nothing to solve the mystery.  It was just
her, uniquely her.  He played with her, lingering, taking his time.  Her
little moans and sighs kept him steady.  Those little sounds of
encouragement never gained in intensity or volume, but she didn't fall
silent.
   Evan kissed up and down her thighs, stared down into her flushed pussy.
His fingers dipped inside her, sloshing in the flood of her moisture. 
Another kiss to her leg and he turned his gaze toward her.
   Her eyes were shut, but both hands played with her nipples.  She turned
to the left, sucked on her bottom lip, then rolled her head back, sighed.
Evan wanted this moment to last forever for fear that there would never be
another.
   The first time she'd wanted him rough, banging her cute little body so
hard.  He figured that'd be the way to make her orgasm again, but that
wasn't all she liked.  She purred and mewed like a contented woman, humming
with lust.  That self-satisfied hum spoke of bliss.
   This, too, was rare to hear from many of the women he'd been with.  Oh,
they enjoyed themselves plenty, but were never so deep into their lust, not
like her.  This is what Evan loved seeing in a woman.  Open, receptive,
honest.
   He crawled on top of her and replaced his fingers with his cock.  He
kept to the same languid pace, stroking her wet pussy.  He gave her enough
room to play with her tits and stared down at her face.  His lips curled
into a smile as he read each expression of lust and euphoria.
   He leaned in and kissed those luscious lips of hers.  She sniffed and
opened her eyes.  Her hands left her breasts and embraced him.  Her tongue
flicked out of her mouth and into his.  She squeezed his ass.
   Evan lost sense of time and space with Sarah, neither one of them in
either hurry to reach climax.  The best part had already arrived, that
steady flow of lust.
   When he changed positions, all he had to do was pull Sarah's light body
along with him.  He set her in his lap, and with his hands on her hips. 
Tightening his ass, he bounced her on his dick.  Sarah curled her fingers
in his hair, arced her head back.  Her tits jostled in his face, swinging.
   That slow climb to orgasm reached its end.  Vocal, expressive, wanton,
all of it built to her muted crescendo, felt in her body.  Her pussy pulsed
and squeezed, the liquid inside her warmed.  He thrust harder, fucking her
through the silent orgasm.  Her breathing was still slow, her face near
serene, but he knew a pussy when it was coming.  His cock memorized the
sensation.
   Sarah gasped and set her hands on his chest, rocked back.  She dug her
nails into his pecs as if breathing for the first time.  Her hips swayed
and rolled then a little shudder passed through her body.
   "You're still," her pussy rocked on him, she leaned forward and
collapsed on his chest.
   Evan cradled and kissed her.  He rolled until he was on top of her,
taking long strokes in and out of her post-orgasm slickness.  Fantasies of
lying like this with her for days flittered through his sex-drunk mind.
   "Don't stop, please." She dug her fingers into his hair, kissed the side
of his neck.
   "I might take a break, but I don't plan on stopping."
   She giggled and the soft sound morphed into another moan.
   ***
   The debauchery went on for hours, but for how many, Evan couldn't be
sure.  He opened his eyes just as the sky turned a light blue.  He eased
from the bed, gathered his clothes, and stalked down the hall.  That woman
didn't just make his day, she made his life.
   Every muscle in his body was well and truly used.  He massaged the base
of his spine with a half grin.
   Evan pulled up short.  Rachel was wide awake and sitting in the living
room with a tablet in her lap.  She waved.
   "You're quiet," she said.
   "Thanks," he whispered.  "I enjoyed meeting you."
   "Do you have time for breakfast?"
   "I," Evan had the time.  It would save him finding a diner.  "Could do
that, yeah."
   "Go back to sleep."
   "What about you?  I mean, do you mind if we?"
   The grin she offered put him at ease.  She waved him off.  "Go to her."
   He returned to the bed, returned to Sarah.  He sighed heavily, as he
curled around her.  She fit so snugly against him, as if the curve of his
body was made to shelter her petite frame.
   She fit so perfect in his arms.
   ***
   The table was set by the time he was up and out the shower.  He ate two
plates of a king's breakfast and was in good company.
   Especially Sarah.  She was leaning on her hand, her back to Rachel,
staring at him.  She smiled, then turned away from him.
   "Go on, if you're finished." Rachel chuckled.
   Sarah got up from the table and he followed her back to her room.  He
kicked the door shut behind him.
   His eyes drifted shut as he sank inside her heat.  He turned and looked
at the clock.  "I have to leave in an hour from now.  Warn me when I have
ten minutes left, okay?"
   She looked at the clock and nodded.  "Okay." Her head rolled back and
she relaxed.
   "There you go." He kissed her down her neck.  "You don't have to
pretend. I feel you.  Let me fuck you until I have to go."
   "You feel really good." She sighed.
   With minutes to spare he had Sarah coming, her beautiful body twisting
with satisfaction.
   She grinned at him with wonder.
   Evan pecked her on the nose.  "I'll remember you forever, Sarah."
   -_ Starving _One week later, not only did Evan remember her, he couldn't
think of much else.  He wondered if he'd ever have room to think about
anything or anyone but those women.  He sat in his small apartment
wondering if he'd done something wrong.
   He'd left his number with Rachel, sure that she'd call.  He never went
by another person's house uninvited, but everything within him ached to
break that rule.  He should have told Sarah.
   One part of the equation that made him happy was missing.  Knowing where
to find it and not getting there made no sense to him.
   ***
   "That's all you know?" Sarah softened her voice to keep from whining.
   "Come on, now.  You know better than that.  You don't get personal. 
That man is used to a different woman every night.  He's not going to want
you like that.  You let this guy into your heart, and it will break you. 
You know how you get when that happens."
   Sarah concealed her sigh by burying her face into her knees.  She dug
her nails into her sides.  She'd never missed a man as much as she missed
him.  She dreamed of him at night, fantasized about him after waking and
before falling asleep.  Her mind drifted toward memories of him during the
day.  A ripple coursed through her body, like the tremble of muscles eager
to launch into action.
   She wanted him.
   Rachel smoothed the hair back from Sarah's forehead.  "Do you want me to
go out?"
   Sarah scowled and made a low sound of revulsion.  "No.  Find him.  I
want him."
   "Okay.  I'm asking if you need me to bring something else?"
   "Bring him to me!"
   There was a long silence between them.
   Sarah unfolded her body and stood.  "If you don't know how, I shouldn't
blame you.  You're just looking out for me.  Go on." Sarah leaned over and
kissed Rachel on the cheek.  "I'll be in my room."
   Rachel found his number and texted him.
   ***
   Sarah bolted upright in her bed.  Her heart raced and ears went on high
alert.  Everything focused on the sound of his voice.
   She jumped out of bed and yanked open her door.  She ran down the
hallway in her boxers and nothing but.
   ***
   Evan had been sitting in his car, a block from their house.  He scolded
himself, practically stalking this woman.  He didn't have a good reason for
why.
   For all he knew the moment hadn't been real.  What if he imagined a
connection where there hadn't been one for her?
   He cranked the car.  His phone vibrated.
Rachel: "ASAP.  Plz?  Sarah needs you."
Likely a trap, but on the small possibility that it wasn't, he pulled
into their drive.  The door opened before he could knock.
   "You were just in the neighborhood, huh?" Rachel escorted him in.
   "I have to admit, I've been anxious for that call.  If she didn't want
to see me I'd understand, but I left here with the distinct impression that
she was pleased."
   "Listen, there's something about Sarah that you need to--"
   Sarah's arms were open as she entered the living room.  "You came to
me." Her eyes were wide like those of a child, her face flushed and breath
coming in rapid pants.
   "I ...  I'm not stalking you or anything."
   Sarah giggled and embraced him.  "Clearly, I haven't seen you in
forever. I begged Rachel to find you.  I'm so glad." She looked up.  "Did
you forget my address?"
   Rachel begged with her eyes for him to keep her secret.
   He decided to do only as much as he could without lying.  "I think
Rachel forgot she had my number."
   "Oh, well, I'm very glad she remembered it." There was a sharp bite to
her voice: hurt, betrayal, need.  She'd spent all that time wanting him as
much as he wanted her.
   "You know I'm trying to look out for you," said Rachel.
   Sarah nodded and ran her fingers down the buttons of his shirt.  He
missed this woman so much.  She bent her knees and knelt in front of him.
   "I needed you," Sarah whispered into his crotch.
   ***
   Rachel poured herself a drink.  Sarah latched hard to a man.  Big player
like him would be ready to move on in a few days.  Secretly, Rachel had
hoped he'd want her again, give her those few days of bliss.  And yet, if
she was wrong about him, the world may never see him again.
   The looks on their faces were pure happiness, and that quelled Rachel's
anxiety.
   Sarah wasn't her blood sister.  They'd first met in a foster home. 
Sarah had become Rachel's sister-in-arms.  They grew up together yet apart,
keeping in touch no matter where they were placed or what their
circumstances.  When Rachel came of age, she applied to adopt the teen four
years her junior.  She had the money, the means, and the connections to
make it happen.  The judge was impressed with how their relationship had
remained in tact over the years.
   It was the strongest argument Rachel had ever made in her life, and it
was the only way she could see to keep Sarah alive and out of prison.
   The pair didn't make it to the bedroom.  He fucked her against the wall
just beside the front door.  He pinned Sarah to the wall, pulled off her
shorts, and worked her to the quickest orgasm Rachel had ever seen her
achieve - and that was after a good ten minutes of pressing into her
against the wall.  Sarah needed a lot of attention, reinforcement,
foreplay, proof of concept.
   She was the kind of woman doomed to a string of failed relationships. 
If they ended peacefully, then Rachel would leave the girl to her fate. 
Instead, Rachel brought men home, tested them, and tapped them out to
Sarah. It was nothing more than that, a line that Sarah understood.
   Rachel didn't know what was going to happen next, but she would stay on
her toes.  She watched her sister held against the wall by a body as tall
as her own and as big as two men, drilling into her, not fast or brutal,
but sensual, loving, passionate.  He had a tight round ass, muscles rising
in sharp relief with each thrust.
   She suspected there was something different about him when he stared her
down in the club that night.  Rachel didn't ask about his history, as it
didn't seem relevant.  Sarah would end up sharing her secret, would he
patronize her or believe her?
   All Rachel could do was wait, watch, and hope she didn't have to clean a
body and mend a broken heart when it was over.  As for Rachel, she had been
a normal girl until she met the little half demon.  Sarah was seven years
old and Rachel was only eleven.  She studied all she could, what was
available to a child anyway, to become the sorceress she was today,
learning all about the world beyond the veil, and those who walked and
lived as humans, with origins from a different plane of existence.
   "I'm heading out to make some deliveries.  Feel free to use the
bedroom," she playfully chided.
   "K," Sarah said with a giggle as he carried her into he bedroom.
   She was moaning and screaming before Rachel could get out the door. 
Please let this last, she sent in prayer.
   ***
   The door closed, the car turned over.  Sarah listened as Rachel pulled
away from the house.  She waited a while longer before addressing her
lover. "Thank you." She hugged him, nuzzled her face into his massive
hair-covered chest.  "I missed you so much."
   "I missed you too." He chuckled and kissed her on the top of her head.
   Sarah was mindful that she was clinging and tried to move away, give him
some space, but he didn't allow it.  Evan turned heavier and his grip,
unyielding.  She smiled into his chest, flicked her tongue over his hard
nipple.  All she wanted was her body next to his, as much contact as
possible.
   He wouldn't leave her.  He was different.  He missed her too.  He wanted
her back.
   Sarah chuckled and rubbed her face against his chest, getting the
delicious smell of his sweat all over her face.  She wanted to let go,
relax, be herself.  She wanted him, all of him.  She licked his chest and
felt her heart beat speed up.
   "What are you thinking?  Talk to me."
   I..." she drew a shuddered breath and reached for her control.  "I like
the way you hold me, like this." She felt sheltered by his body, protected
from the world, cherished.  "It makes me feel protected." She giggled
again. "It's a nice change."
   "From?"
   How could she begin to explain what it felt like to be the dangerous
one? Would he still miss her when she learned about her?  Would he still
hold her so tight when he learned that she was a monster?  She was like a
skittish predator constantly surrounded by prey.  Confused.  Afraid. 
Unstable.  Needy.
   No, she wasn't going to ruin this moment with her ugly truth.
   "I adore your stamina, the way you stay hard inside me.  And not just
that, but...I get so aroused.  I feel like I could go on for hours."
   "Not without difficulty."
   She rolled her head back and looked to him for an explanation.
   "Your voice, right here." He put a finger to the bottom of her throat.
"You moan from right there, and your whole body trembles, and that hungry
little pussy of yours clamps down around me.  I get very close to losing
the reigns on my sanity."
   Sarah dropped her eyes back to his chest.  She brushed the fine hairs on
his pectorals.  She spoke under her breath, mostly as a thought to herself,
"If you did, that would be okay."
   He must have heard her.  He stopped breathing and his cock jumped
against her.  And yet his tone of voice spoke as if repulsed by the idea,
"No, it would not."
   Sarah eased up until they were face to face.  She stared at him for a
moment, trying to see what she couldn't quite hear.  "I'm a big girl.  I'm
much stronger than I look.  I really, really enjoy your company.  I-I'm
just saying.  Maybe if you would relax with me, I could ...  I could relax
with you too.  If no one's watching, we can be ourselves." She giggled.
   ***
   Evan looked into her nervous, expectant, hazel brown eyes.  Maybe she
wasn't as naive as he wanted to believe.  He unfurled himself from around
her and rolled onto his back.  "Get up here." She lay on top of him.
   He licked her lips, soft and swollen and luscious.  He ran the tip of
his tongue along the bottom lip, sucked on it lightly.  He pulled her
tongue into his mouth and licked and nibbled on it.  It wasn't really a
kiss, not the way he normally kissed her mouth, at least.  "Give me your
pussy."
   She sat up and straddled his face.  He caressed her thighs, up the side
of her body and circled her breasts as he buried his face into her 'hungry
little pussy.' She was delicious.  It was that taste, that little something
different he'd been craving for weeks.  Now that he had her back he was
savoring her, running his tongue up and down her folds, dipping into the
heat of her, sucking on that hard little nubbin.  Evan took his time and
made out with her pussy as if there were nothing else in the world to do.
   "Like that," she whimpered.  "Just like that, Evan.  I want to hover
right here."
   Evan was happy to oblige.  Each moment with her was better than he
remembered of others.  No matter how much his rational mind scowled at the
thought, the truth was in this moment.  Evan loved the fuck out of this
little woman.  His tongue made long slow strokes along her wet slit, dipped
and probed between the folds of her labia.  He avoided hitting her clitoris
and took great pleasure in the way her hips shuddered when he briefly
grazed it.
   They went on like that far about half an hour before Sarah pulled away
and slid down his chest to his erect cock.  She slipped him inside her and
began riding him while fingering herself.  Evan wiped his face and propped
a pillow under his head to watch.
   It wasn't that Sarah couldn't achieve an orgasm.  When she peaked, it
just stretched into a fine, long line.  She reached a plateau and coasted
along until she relaxed just long enough to crash down from it.  By the way
she moaned, the way her body ached and strained, she wanted to be snatched
down, she wanted that quick jolt.  Her micro shudders begged to be made to
fall.  It was tortuous beauty watching her.
   'Maybe if you relax with me.'
   What was he willing to risk?  How much did he want to know how to make
her crash?  If he knew, then he could snatch her down and lift her up
whenever he wanted.  His to control, to master.
   Keep it together.  Evan chastised his runaway fantasies.  Those kinds of
actions would send her running.  What he had now was so perfect?  Why ruin
it?
   His inner desires and the need to be with Sarah shifted and melded
together.  With a woman like her: hungry, beautiful, voracious, gluttonous
- all for him.
   He wanted to share everything with her.
   'No.  No we cannot.  She doesn't know me.  I'd frighten her.'
   He looked at her and took a deep breath of longing.  He didn't know her
either.  But he did know one thing: she needed something, especially now.
The look and smell of yearning was all about her.  It had something to do
with her inability to relax, that look of worry.  What desire was she
playing out in her mind?  What did she need to tumble head first from the
clouds?
   "Sarah."
   "Hmm?" She whined, her eyes closed, body bouncing on his cock.
   "You are so fucking beautiful," Evan growled.  The next words weren't
exactly his, they were deeper, the words of the monster he tried to keep
hidden.  "This is the only cock you need for the rest of your life.  Isn't
it, Sarah?"
   Her eyes barely opened to glare at him with outright suspicion.  There
whites were beginning to turn pink, both sides, both eyes.  The color of
her eyes seemed brighter, but she closed them before he could look any
deeper.
   "It's the only one I've got to give you, princess, any way you want me,
you have it, baby girl." Evan's voice was thick with lust, with need, with
his inner darkness.  "Let me take you."
   She glanced to the closed bedroom door as if wary about Rachel.  The
whites of her eyes were certainly reddening.  She closed them again before
she faced him.  "You shouldn't say things you won't mean later." The muscle
in her jaw bulged as she ground her teeth.
   "I'll say it again later then," he pulled her down onto him and rolled
on top of her.  "I love you, Sarah.  You're going to be mine forever.  I'm
forcing myself on you.  You don't have a choice." He was walking blind, but
if his beast felt this was the right direction then he was too far gone to
correct the course.  "Relax Sarah, and I'll relax with you."
   "No," she whined.  "Don't say that." She groaned and cried but he felt
the warm flood of renewed moisture around his dick.
   "Don't defy me." He snapped low and angry.  He had been driven insane by
her, saying things he knew he shouldn't.  What if she didn't want anything
more serious?  What if she only wanted him physically?  He lowered his
growl.  "Do as you're told."
   She moaned and fell forward onto his chest.  She kissed him, her tongue
driving deep into her mouth.  A bolt shot through her as she writhed on his
cock, clearly having a doozy of an orgasm.
   His swished his tongue and his mouth filled with blood.  He found the
cut midway up his tongue.  As he cradled her to his body he rubbed the cut
on the room of his mouth.
   "Give me." She whispered.  The brown of her eyes turned darker, the
whites of both eyes were red.  It was like an apocalyptic battle, blood and
bourbon, churning and swirling.  He opened her mouth with his finger, two
sharp incisors.  He let the blood in his mouth flow into hers.  There
wasn't much.  It had only been a nick.
   Her tongue flicked out and took the last drops from the bottom of his
lip.  She gave a hungry moan of satisfaction and smiled up at him.
   "Warn me next time, all right?"
   "Yes." Her face lit up with a smile.
   He went back to fucking her.  She was lax and soaking wet, and his dick
was happy as a peach swimming through her warm waters.
   Both of them jumped like a pair of skittish teenagers at the sound of a
car alarm activating.  Evan held Sarah to the bed while he pulled a sheet
over their bodies.
   "Stop," he pinned her under him, having to use the full force of his
strength as her little body put of a full-sized fight, stronger than she
looked indeed.  "Hush now, don't make me spank you."
   With a whimper, she stopped trying to escape him just as the front door
opened.
   "You wouldn't dare," she whispered.
   "Yes, I would dare." He whispered back.  "I'd turn your ass bright red
if you try to run away from me."
   She buried her head into his chest.  He wrapped his arms around her and
held her tight.  He wasn't about to let her retreat, not now, not after
winning this victory.  She was something different alright, and she was
his.
   'All mine.'
   Evan dared the world to say otherwise as he kissed the top of her head.
   Rachel knocked on the bedroom door.  "Just checking on Sarah." He felt
the rush of cool air on his back, but he didn't let her up.
   ***
   Sarah knew what she was supposed to do, give Rachel a thumb's up.  That
would warn her that she had formed an attachment, that she needed her help.
   She had tried to get away from him, put some distance between them. 
Rachel said that was important.  Walk away, think, recenter.  When he
over-powered her it about short-circuited her brain.  His gruff declaration
that they would be together forever.  He spoke with such authority.
   She lifted one hand over Evan's shoulder and waved to Rachel.
   "Good.  I'll be in my office, then I'll handle dinner." The door shut,
her footsteps wandered elsewhere in the house.
   He said, "Which was that code for?"
   She grinned.  "That I'm okay.  This," She gave him a thumb's up, "is the
sign for I fucked up.  Which is what I've done, so you--"
   "Hush." He put a finger to her lips.  "You're okay." He kissed the top
of her head.  "But I really need to be inside you again."
   "Good." She opened herself to him.  Once he settled into a rhythm she
chanced the question.  "What are you?" The taste of him still lingered in
her mouth, tingled its way down her throat, warmed her belly.
   "Don't be rude, Sarah." He growled the admonition.  He lifted her hip
with one hand and put the other around her throat, not too tight, just
possessive.  "Relax, baby girl, I've got you."
   Baby girl.  She liked it too much.  Didn't he see what had become of
her? Didn't he feel how hard it was to fight her?  She wasn't anything like
a baby or a girl.  Maybe he didn't see her.  No, no way.  She'd felt the
cold numbness behind her eyes, saw the colors in the room change.  He'd
actually let his blood pool in his mouth before he kissed her.  His blood,
so raw and powerful and delicious.
   "Want more?"
   "Yes, please." She hissed and shuddered as he pounded into her.  He put
his tongue inside her mouth, and she fell apart under him.  The orgasm
hurt, it took her over too suddenly.  He climaxed as well, the both of them
shuddering, panting into their kiss.  They lay together, quietly seizing.
   Well, not so quietly.  He was decidedly louder, deeper, his chest
rumbled with each breath.  He felt more solid over her, thicker.  She moved
her hand his broad shoulder ran her nails down his back.  He was something
all right.  She pulled him down and he settled around her in that same
protective embrace.
   Don't be rude.  Sarah kept her eyes closed and let her hands do the
looking.  Soft hair, almost double the amount that usually covered him,
bigger, heavier, warm.  She wriggled up his body and kissed him.  She
pulled his hand down to her pussy and put his fingers, thick fingers,
inside her.  Evan did the rest, going for G-spot and worked it as they
kissed.
   'Baby girl.'
   Though their mouths were busy, she kept hearing his voice call her that.
She had never been anyone's baby.  She wanted to be his, if only for this
moment, especially when she felt her most dangerous.
   His tongue had healed, so she cut him again, didn't even think about it.
She squealed and fell apart on his hand, his blood sliding down her throat.
A third orgasm?  In a day?
   More, Sarah screamed in her head.  She turned her back to him, got on
her hands and knees, but he pushed her over.  She had a look of confusion
as he flipped her onto her back, pulled her by the knees under him.  Her
expression turned into one of satisfaction as he sank deep inside her.
   He was so strong, fast.  Even more surprising, she made no attempt to
stop him.  He cradled her head and lifted it to his chest.  When all she
did was kiss him, he swatted her on the outside of her thigh, a loud smack
and she bit him, cut him, deeper than she would have, but there wasn't much
time for apology.  Her mind had shut down.  Her body surrendered to him,
her mind lost all restraint.  She had been reduced to feeling, fucking,
basking.
   Sarah could barely move.  Another orgasm would probably kill her at this
point.  She'd decided on a vow of blindness, keeping her eyes closed and
conscious thought shut off while he did everything and anything to her
body. She'd never felt so completely and utterly taken over.  Not used, not
submissive.  In sync, maybe.
   He felt less bulky, less heavy and hairy.  He sounded calm, felt normal
to her.  He played with one of her hands, kissing and licking her.  He
kissed her knuckles, each one.  She felt him rub and massage her
fingernails.
   Fingernails!  Though there was an urgency in her mind, her body reacted
slowly.  Her eyes opened, noticed the blood spots on the sheets, then the
angry red lashes on his chest, a trickle of blood, irritated skin.
   No.  No.  Not him.  She hadn't done this.  Rachel would have sensed
that. Rachel would have rescued her.
   How was he alive?  How was he healing right in front of her?  She looked
back at the red lashes.  None of the wounds were actively bleeding though
his chest was covered in blood.  She had not hurt him too gravely.
   She looked up and saw the dark calc over her nails retracting, drawing
back under her cuticles.  Her eyes were drawn away from her own
transformation to his eyes, dark golden yellow eyes.
   "I'm exhausted," he said, drawing her to him.  She tried to push away,
but her efforts were feeble and ineffective.  "So are you.  I'll make you a
deal, baby girl."
   She looked up at him again.
   "I promise you won't wake up alone if you don't leave my side while I'm
sleep."
   "You're bleeding, the bed ...  the sheets."
   "Smells good, doesn't it," he whispered as he tucked her against him.
   Sarah didn't know if she'd even been asked to admit such a thing in her
life.  She inhaled deeply, taking in him, the blood, the sweat.  "Yes."
   "Leave it."
   Her eyes closed and the deepest most peaceful sleep she'd known in
decades overtook her.
   ***
   Rachel carried the tray into the bedroom.  The smell of blood and sex
hung heavy in the air.  She cleared the bedside table and set the water and
food containers out.
   The sheets rustled.  Evan's sleep heavy face watched her.  She nodded to
the items she set out.  "I put something aside for the both of you in the
fridge as well.  I'm going to bed.  Don't try sneaking out, all right?"
   He nodded and turned back toward Sarah.  He was certainly alive, and she
could hear Sarah's heavy breaths.  Rachel closed the door and left them to
each other.
   ***
   She felt him even before she was fully awake: warm, heavy.  She woke
with a stretch and he gathered her into his arms and hugged her tight.  She
followed him to the bathroom.  They shared a shower and the work of getting
the room to look less like a crime scene.
   Sarah didn't feel like she was up to normal operating speed until they
heated last night's meal.  They ate side by side, shoveling the stew into
their mouths, interrupted briefly with a glass of water.
   After her second bowl, her brain kicked in, her memory along with it. 
What in the fuck was she thinking?
   Nothing.  She had stopped thinking, completely.
   But her mind was working now, spinning up and burning out.  She jumped
when she felt him take her hand, but faced him.  She was going to take his
leaving like a grown woman.  Rachel had taught her this was the way normal
women acted.
   He said, "Want any more to eat?"
   "No, I'm full."
   "I have work to get to, and things I had on my to do list from
yesterday."
   She nodded, keeping her face passive, normal.  She could not make
another man stay with her, especially one as good as him.  He'd come back
to her.  He would.
   "But I just want to hang out with you.  Inside the bedroom, outside.  I
don't care.  It's against every rule I've set up for myself to tell you
this, but I don't care.  Uh, but, if you have plans then I can head out."
   "I usually watch the news around this time, till Rachel wakes up." She
hopped up and rinsed out their bowls.  Afterward, she pulled him along with
her to the couch.  She swallowed against the lump in her throat.  She
didn't care either.
   He stretched out against the back of the couch and she lay in front of
him.  She turned on the news and watched dutifully, but after a few
minutes, her mind was elsewhere.  Evan had slipped his hand down the front
of her PJs.  He made no show of being coy, he went straight for her pussy
lips, slipped a single finger down until it was wet, then made slow, lazy
circles around her clitoris.
   Her eyes were on the screen, but her mind was back on last night.  They
had been so reckless, each on a mutual feeding frenzy.  He had discovered
something about herself she didn't even know: a quick, hard orgasm.  Not
interesting in an of itself, but one every ten to fifteen minutes, that's
how close they seemed, each one more wringing than the one before it.
   One night, and all the insanity and violence she'd been trying to
contain was set free, but not loose.  She'd been so deep under his spell,
every move, position, moan, bite, and claw mark had been under his
direction.  Or was that her imagination working overtime?  She wouldn't
give up control like that to anyone.
   Evan buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply.  His moan was a
soft whimper in her ear.  Voracious appetite, increase in size,
aggressiveness, the hair.  Sniffing her.  No way, she thought with a
private smirk.
   What?  Because her kind was so much more commonplace?
   Rachel came out of her room in a pair of cotton boy shorts and fitted
cotton tee.  She'd walked a few steps past her, stopped, turned.  Sarah
imagined it was quite the scene, with his hand going about its business
between her legs, the other hand under her shirt, his head buried in her
hair.
   Rachel waved at them and smiled.  "I'll make you some tea," she said on
the way to the kitchen.
   "I don't need it," Sarah called after her.  She'd tried to keep her
voice normal as the head of Evan's cock slid inside her.  She needed that
tea, but the truth was she didn't want it.  She didn't want anything to
dampen her response to him.
   Rachel made a U-turn around the breakfast counter and reentered the
living room.
   Evan stopped playing with her, but he didn't remove either hand or his
dick.  It felt nice having him here.  She assumed Rachel had to have known.
"I'm fine."
   "Even if I didn't smell the blood, I saw it." She said softly, casting a
glance to him.
   'I controlled it,' she wanted to explain, but it was a lie.  Sarah had
never once controlled her bloodlust.  She'd killed 5 men because of her
distinct inability to control her demonic side.
   This wasn't a case of control at all.
   Evan lifted his head and looked at Rachel.  "What's the tea for?"
   "Mental stability," Rachel answered.
   "Whatever that tea is for, I'm sure isn't as beneficial as what she
actually needs.  Leave her be."
   Sarah felt like withering away and blowing away on a breeze.
   "Okay, do you two know about each other yet?  Because I'm suddenly out
of the loop."
   "I know enough."
   "Me too," Sarah whispered.
   "Sarah is--"
   "That's Sarah's business.  You're about to embarrass her for no good
reason.  Neither she nor I are dead this morning and that's all we care
about right now."
   Sarah beamed, grinned, then blushed.  Though the blushing was awkward.
She felt buoyant, for being defended and for knowing something that
probably should have made her pale.  He's killed before, but then so had
she.
   "Okay.  Went that far, did it?"
   Evan repositioned himself laying under, behind her and buried in her
hair.  "Didn't go nearly far enough," he whispered to Sarah.  "Fuck me,
baby.  I need you."
   "I'm okay," Sarah insisted, even though she felt the chill creeping in
her sinuses.  She pushed her hips down on him.
   Rachel returned to the kitchen and Sarah rode Evan.
   "You want something?"
   "Yes," she chuckled.
   "What?"
   "Go back to what you were doing."
   "Which was?"
   Sarah grinned.  "Holding me."
   "That wasn't what I was doing."
   "I don't know then, please.  It made me feel calm." Her head swam and
body shuddered.  Maybe she was going to need that tea after all.
   "It made me feel calm, too." He purred as he tightened his grip on her.
One hand held her hips, the other twisted in her hair.
   They lay together while Rachel cooked herself breakfast.
   "Did you mind sleeping with both of us?" Sarah asked.
   "Of course not."
   "Would you mind doing it again?"
   "I'd be lying if I said no, but why are you asking?"
   "Curious.  Why were you so gentle with her and rough with me?"
   "I can sense what a woman needs and I try to give it to her."
   "But what do you need?"
   "Are you going to give it to me?"
   "I'd like to?"
   "Yeah?" Evan thrusted his hips up inside her.  His hand went up through
her shirt and he locked his hand around her throat.  "Give me you your
honesty."
   "I can do that."
   He hummed.  "Give me your body, Sarah, your mind."
   She was shaking and couldn't stop.  She lay there for several moments
before it occurred to her that she'd just had an orgasm.  Another orgasm. A
small one, but definitely.  Desire.  "No woman have ever done your
bidding?"
   ***
   It wasn't that.  He never bothered to tell a woman anything she didn't
want to hear.  He needed to get laid, and the easiest route was to be
whatever a woman wanted.  Only for a few nights, perhaps weeks.  Easy to do
once you've had enough practice.
   "Their loss," she whispered.  "I'm yours, Evan.  Take whatever you want
from me.  Please yourself.  I'm yours."
   Evan grabbed her hips and grunted as his cum shot out of him and up into
her.  Each spurt a little more intense than the one before it.  His whole
body went taunt with the intensity.  Coming inside his girl, filling her
with his seed.  He grunted and howled, almost in pain, and overwhelmed with
pleasure.  This sexy, beautiful, special woman was his.
   'Mine.'
   Evan heard his panting, heavy, deep.  His body was both in agony and
vibrating with energy.  His heart thundered, chest heaved.  Twice in a day,
changed.
   She was looking down at him, eyes wide with wonder and awe.  Her lips
mouthed the word, 'wow,' as her soft fingers touched him.  She'd touched
him the way she had with her eyes closed, nothing had changed.
   No, no, no, no.  More surprising was the way he lay still under her, no
violence, no brutality.  A beast exposing his belly.
   She leaned over and her tongue flicked out.  She kissed his chest, each
nipple, flicked her tongue back and forth and she eased down his body.  She
got on the floor and tugged at him until his ass rested on the edge of the
couch.  Sarah put her hands on his thighs and leaned forward to suck on his
cock, covered in the froth of sex, soft and limp, but Evan responded as she
sucked him down.  Sarah had her nose pressed into his groin and that only
made him stiffen faster.  She backed off, her tongue circled the head of
his dick and then up the underside to his balls.
   Evan sat there, his breath coming fast and heavy, seeing and hearing the
world in his alter form, not a care in the world.  No rampage, no violence,
no mania, just his cock swelling in his woman's mouth.
   Just when he thought he might cum, Sarah backed off, departed for his
balls, kissed and licked around the shaft.  Her tiny hands eased up and
down his abs, rounded his hips, cupped ass.
   Part of his brain heard the dishes in the sink, knew that there was
another female in the house, and that she'd cooked, eaten, and was cleaning
up.  But it was a small part of his awareness, one that took all the
information and checked 'safe' so that he could focus on the mouth sucking
on his cock.
   It was the most satisfying blow job he'd ever had, even if she managed
to choke on him in the end.
   He was about to find out.  Evan whimpered as the head of his dick hit
the back of her throat, again and again, causing a stir in his balls.  His
thighs shivered and then nearly passed out.  It was as if his entire life
was passing through his cock into her mouth.  Evan growled as his body
pulsed and bucked and FUCK she was still sucking, still swallowing.  His
balls clenched and heaved and fed her until the very last drop of his cum
was in her throat.
   ***
   Sarah lay on his shoulder, her legs spread wide as she straddled him. 
He went back to his normal self and she followed suit, feeling more
comfortable and at peace than she ever remembered.
   Rachel watched them from the kitchen, leaning over the breakfast
counter. Sarah had seen her expression before, mostly after she'd found her
sister under a dead body, or surrounded by dying men.  Sarah called it the
'realization' face, when she was confronted with the harsh reality that her
sister was not human, nor normal, and now she was all cuddled up to a man
who had not died.  She pressed her ear to his heart.  He wasn't even weak.
   Sarah's eyes closed, cloaked in the comfort of being free, protected,
guarded.
   ***
   Evan stirred awake.  The television was off, the house house quiet save
for the hum of electric appliances.  Cute little body rested on chest,
warm, soft, his woman.
   He came fully awake then, jolted by the thoughts and the thoughts he'd
had while shifted.  He was waking up with the same woman in his arms that
had been there before, and it felt right, natural, complete.
   "Shower?" She whispered.
   He grunted in affirmation.  She went first and he followed.  He picked
up his clothes and went through his to do list, most of it out the door.
   That had been the best damn blow job ...  the best, number one.
   "Sarah?"
   She looked up from her hand wringing.
   "I told you I had errands to run, so let's get that done."
   "What about work?  I'll..." She kept muttering, mostly on autopilot
since she was slipping into a pair of tennis shoes and cardigan.
   He waited until she dressed and walked her out the house with him.
   "Do you know what happened out there?" Evan asked.
   "We were honest with each other?"
   The situation was a lot more serious than that, but he wasn't completely
sure yet, so he kept his mouth shut and stayed on the road.  She rode with
him to the bank so that he could deposit his checks then to the mailing
agency to check if he had any mail or bills to take care of.
   They tucked away in a booth at a restaurant and ate their fill.  Evan
drove her back to his room.
   Sarah wrapped her hands around his waist.  "Look." She stared at him,
her eyes were normal, hazel brown, dark lashes, no trace of the creature
within.  She closed her eyes and after a few seconds they opened.  Her eyes
flared red, the same storm of color he'd seen before.  She closed her eyes
and when they opened, they were back.  "That is the second dumbest move
I've ever made, but okay.  Third might be you."
   "We're full of dumb mistakes, aren't we?" He gathered her into his arms
and cradled her to his chest.
   "What makes you happy, Evan?"
   "So far?" He grinned.  "Making you happy."
   This time, she blinked and tears fell from her eyes.  "We're terrible."
   He could only nod.  He thumbed the tears from her cheek.  "Why did you
ask me about Rachel?"
   "I like sharing with her, but she won't even show interest in you unless
I invite her to."
   "She met me first though, didn't she?"
   "She was baiting for me, because I don't have the social skills to avoid
fucking some guy in a bathroom and ripping his throat out because he won't
declare that he loves me." A nervous glance up.  "Figuratively, sorta."
   Evan nodded.  "Am I going to have jealousy problems with you two?"
   Sarah shook her head.  "You belong to me."
   "Do I?"
   Sarah winced.  Her mouth had gotten away from her.  He was going to go
back to his own life.  She should probably get that cup of tea.  Rachel was
going to catch hell with her when he walked out the door anyway.  "I
mean--"
   "I belong to you, baby girl." Evan watched her glow at the moniker. 
"I'm not going anywhere, but if I do, you'll be with me." He kissed her
long and deep.  "Help me pack this stuff up.  I'm going to find a place
closer to you."
   "My bedroom." Sarah said as she pulled clothes from the dresser drawer.
She looked at him, eyes narrow, daring him to disagree.
   Evan only smiled.
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Written: April 2011
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