It's said that every work of literature has a message attached to it, even if that message is 'I have no message'. I'll be hoping that's wrong, because if it's right then I'm a very bad man. This story contains sex, violence and the combination thereof.
If you're under 18, go away.

For Lilith,
  By Bheid.

Flesh-Crafted Beauty. (Con, M/F, caution)



Her skin was pale, unnaturally pale; made that way. She had no wrinkles on her skin, even near her mouth where she used to smile. With unloving caresses this had happened to her, by the monster that had caught her. Her name was Jennifer, but renamed Alice. 

She walked down the dark street, wearing her short skirt that showed off her slim legs to great advantage; gone were her bulky muscles, stripped away.

Alice prowled along the pavement, giving men in cars her best smile. She had to do this, else she would starve. The ethical problems of her actions bothered her, but they always faded with hunger.

A Mondeo went past, and she smiled magnificently, like it was painted on. Not many people stopped for Alice; they could sense her. She smiled for a Galaxy, which stopped. Alice approached the car. 

Inside it was Paul, who had just came from the gym, and was sweating and smelling accordingly. He had the wearied look of him who has a busy life. He hadn't shaven in a week, and the stubble was over his face.

“Hey,” Alice said, dutifully to the role, “you looking for a partner?”

Paul sighed, tried to disguise it, and fiddled with his wedding ring. “Yeah” He said, looking at her sculpted face. 

“Can I come in?” She asked.

Paul reached over to the passenger side door, and unlocked it. Alice walked around, opened the door, and climbed into the car. The car was bigger than what she was used to, as most of the people that picked her up had lower incomes. This man is different, she thought, looking at his pink designer shirt and casual trousers; this man has class. The car stank a little, and the pink shirt had darked around his armpits, but that was minor compared to her other clients. 

“So how's this going to work?” He asked her, still playing with the fine diamond encrusted ring on his finger. 

Alice explained the terms of the deal, and Paul nodded in the appropriate places. He put his hand forward and opened a compartment just on the dashboard. He fiddled in there, displacing his passport, his drivers license, and his wife's driver's license. He pulled out his wallet, and played with the money, which he then gave to Alice. 

Paul took his ring off and put it in the dashboard compartment.

Paul touched Alice, and she didn't budge, like a bear trap waiting for just the right pressure.

He lifted up her top, which was far too flimsy for the night weather; any normal person would have frozen. Her topless gave him the sight of her classical beauty, pale skin, always pale, and her smooth skin. He put his hands over her arms and rubbed them, finding them cold to the touch but desirable nonetheless. Alice looked at him with strange hunger, and let him touch her. 

He reached around her and unclipped her bra, freeing her breasts. They were large and full, and pale. He caressed them in both his hands, and lent forward, and put one nipple in his mouth, sucking lewdly, remorse forgotten with the ring. 

She put her hand to the back of his head, and lent back in her chair. She sighed in contentment, knowing the sweetest part had yet to come, and that abstinence was spice. She squirmed under him as he switched nipples.

Paul removed himself and put his hands to his waist, to his trousers that were originally loose, but now had tightness around the crotch. He removed them with his male rush, freeing his cock. 

She lent forward, and he eyed her with that predatory stare of a male in heat. She grasped his cock with her hand, chilling it and deflating it. But then she started pumping, and it rose back to attention. 

While she fucked him with her hand, Paul took off his shirt, throwing it over his shoulder and onto the back seats of the car.

She lent forward, and with a cold breath over him, enveloped him into her mouth. She sucked his cock, bobbing up and down. If someone had walked over, they would over have seen the seemingly schizophrenic Paul, spasmodically jerking his head to expel it of the pleasures of the woman's mouth, which were threatening to overwhelm him. 

When she bit down lightly, he gasped and grabbed Alice's head, pulling her away from him, lest he cum in her mouth and spoil it all.

She undid her jeans at the belt, and took them off, copying Paul's flippant method of throwing them over her shoulders.

“We gotta go back there, love!” Paul laughed, smiling.

Alice giggled, for her ethical worries were gone in the promise of that man's essence.

Paul climbed over the gearstick and stumbled, collapsing on his chest. Alice cracked up, the last of her reservations gone. An observer might have mistaken them for boyfriend and girlfriend, had they been a dirty voyeur. 

Paul helped her across into the area where the seat had been removed from the car, so that it was flat. He caught her as her leg hit the gear, and they cuddled each other passionately in the resulting hug.

He laid her down, and while he removed his shoes and socks, he watched her teasingly take her knickers off. He grabbed her feet and took off her high heels, much to her delighted squeals.

He looked at her face again, as lovers do, and found there sterile beauty. Indeed, her skin was flawless and smooth, like a man had taken her face and removed it of all blemishes, but if that was the case, he had also removed it of all personality. It was also in heat, with her breathing sending up clouds of mist in the cold air. 

He put his head down to her furred crotch, but she stopped him with a hand to his head. He looked up to her enquiringly, and she shook her head 'no'. Her cunt had secrets best undiscovered by a human tongue. Like any true man, Paul obeyed her wishes. 

Instead he clutched at his cock and put it to her entrance. 

When he entered her, he found she was, was cool. How long was this woman out in the cold?  He was trying to get himself past some physical obstacle inside her, like a hymen, but he knew the woman wasn't a virgin. To warm her, he lent forward and hugged her close to him, pressing her breasts against his warm chest hair. 

The obstacle retracted itself, and Paul found himself fully into the beautiful woman.

Colour flowed into her cheeks, he saw. Her deathly pale skin flushed for the first time, like his blood-filled cock rejuvenated her. She hugged him closer, and her breath ceased making mist.

Paul fucked her. With animal passion he fucked her. Her now warm breath brushed against his nostrils, and came in short and quick bursts. She groaned lightly.

Soon she was even sweating as Paul withdrew and advanced in uniform pattern. Whimpering, she shuddered, and the contractions began.

She desperately tightened her grip on his back, and he reciprocated, hugging her closer through her orgasm. She thrust her thighs at him, and he stopped himself for her.

Her cunt started to clamp down on him, not like normal, but like someone was closing a literal vice around his cock. And it was sharp. He felt the skin on his cock being pierced by something inside her, like five dozen small blades had just encircled him, and had caught his flesh. Her monster hadn't neglected her most intimate places.

She grasped him tight, and resisted his attempts to dislodge her. She held on to his body, as his fists battered her back. 

She gasped as the blood started to flow forth. The teeth were hollow, and sucked on his still-erect cock. She controlled herself, though, for she had severed a cock before, leaving her hungry that day. 

Paul still tried to bash her, but found himself growing weak, and she was only growing stronger. Alice gasped and shuddered, rolling her eyes back in her head as she enjoyed her vampiric feast.

Soon, Paul collasped into her arms.  

Later that night she would cry, she would weep and wail, but it wouldn't matter; ten days later she would put on her high heels, her painted smile, and a car would stop for her.



No Tzimisce were hurt during the making of this story.



