Walking down the street, gaming on my phone with my earless headphones on, at two o'clock at night. The streetlights of the moderate size town wherein i find myself are decorated for Halloween; its perfect weather for me... The smell of oaky earth tones mixed in the cool crisp air of the night and I see the moment from the corner of my eye. I've heard the light scuff of a shoe, the accidentally kick of a pebble and the wind was at my back, driving their scent to me. Homeless most likely, but does it really matter? I can feel thier intention and I haven't killed a monster in my game for at least five minutes now... Not that they would know that I stopped my music and have been faking my game play since they fell in behind me. Could I be wrong, sure. Perhaps I'm imagining something in my mind, like the knife they keep hidden behind their left leg or the slow increase of speed as they try to soft shoe closer. Maybe they are just light on their feet and just so happen to be traveling my way.
"Excuse me, sir... Do you have a light?" I hear the man say as I continue on as though I don't know he's there.
"Sir" He says a bit louder, quickly closing the gap as I step into the dimmer section of the sidewalk, shadowed by the hay bails and Halloween display.
"Excuse Me, Sir!" he says louder. His hand taps down on the shoulder of my phone arm and no sooner touches me then I spin, taking my phone up over his arm and around to lock his elbow in an armbar. My free hand strikes out as he goes to his tiptoes from my lift of the armbar, the knife revealed but useless in the moment. The hollow between finger and thumb lands solid in the throat punch, causing him to drop his knife as he grabs for his throat. Quickly stepping in and landing my foot behind his leg, I rip him off balance, dropping him to the side walk like a sack of potatoes. He tries his damnedest to shuffle back away from me as his eyes balk in panic, his coughing frenzies as he searches for words. My fangs slide forth and my eyes go black while I slip my phone into my back pocket...
In the blink of the eye, I suddenly appear crouched next to him. "Sorry..." I whisper in a smooth cold tone, just loud enough for him to hear before I grasp his throat and squeeze.
"I don't have a light." I say as my black soulless eyes meet his. Without warning I bash his skull to the concrete. His body goes limp to the satisfying sound of a ripe melon popping and I immediately look around for any possible witnesses. Nobody is out this time of morning so I pull the bails away and stuffing his body between. I'm sure he'll be found when his body starts to decay, but people will most likely figure he hurt himself in a drunken stupor and crawled between the bails himself. After placing the bails back, I grind some straw between my hands and drop the remains on the small blood spot before grinding them into the pavement. It's supposed to rain around sunrise but why leave things to chance? Satisfied, I pull out my phone as my eyes return to normal and my fangs slide back into place. [Such a waist] I thought as I continued on with my walk and gaming. [I wonder how many times he thought himself a victim of society, while stealing from others, only to wind up as Halloween decor...] I turn my music back on and grin as Skrillex begins... "I...want to kill... Everybody in the world..." [Karmas a bitch] I think to myself... [Or just a figment of the imagination.] The Beast within replies. I shrug and continue on my way.
Upon returning home, I hear the voice of my drunken partner. "Where the fuck have you been?". Ahh another night of stupidity.
" I told you before I left, I went downtown to play my game." I know that arguing with a drunk makes about as much sense as pushing a car with the parking brake on, but such is my life.
"Like fuck you did!" The bottle whizzes by my ear as I dodge it, plucking it from the air before it can shatter against the door. Smoothly setting it on the door side desk, I move towards her. I can hear her blood pumping, her heart quick in her anger. "Who the fuck is the god damn whore?!"
She turns her back to me as she grabs hold of a flower vase filled with a bouquet arrangement that I'd bought her but a day ago. My hand wraps around her wrist as my free hand wraps around her waist.
"You know the only whore in my life, is you, Scoshi Oni." I reply as I growl with pleasure, roughly pull her plump ass back against my pelvis.
"I thought we agreed..." I said as I loose her fingers from the vase and kiss her along the exposed side of the neck. Her thick red hair, long as my arms, smelled of bath and body and her skin taste like candy causing an unexpected arousal.
"No more Vodka in the house." The hand trapping her against me traveled down to the waist band of her long flowing skirt before the fingers slipped beneath. Her pelvis was smooth and warm, her slick announcing her weakness to my growling was still alive and well.
She grabs my arm in a mock effort to stop my fingers before they reach her little flesh button. "I know...." Her breath hitches as my fangs slide forward and graze her throat while my tongue lightly flicks over the warm skin, picking off small droplets of perspiration that has suddenly sprung up.
"You're fu..." Her words melt to a moan as my fingers find her clit and begins to tease the small nub.
"Fucking you..." I finish the statement as I growl into the hollow between throat and shoulder. My hand leaves her wrist as she grabs the edge of the small desk only big enough to hold the vase and a small picture frame. My nails dig into her hips, dulled by the fabric but getting the response I wanted as my fingers begin a circling motion around her clit. I thrust against her ass, making her gasp and moan in her inebriated haze. Again she mocks a resistance as she tries to shrug me off, falling face first against the wall in a poor effort to walk away. My fingers speed their rhythm as I push her against the wall and undo my pants, letting them drop to the floor.
"I hate you..." She whispers as she helps me draw up her long dress to expose her plump white ass. My cock slides between her ass cheeks where I slowly hump and grind, while my fingers keep driving her onward. She pooches her ass and spreads herself just as my cock slides up over her star.
"I know." I say evenly as I slowly coax my tip inside her dry, puckered rim. My sadist nature boils with desire as I hear her muffle a whimper. She's a masochistic anal whore, and while I hate it when she's drunk, she doesn't have limitations or reservations when she's intoxicated.
"I wish you would die..." She barley manages to say before I thrust my cock in to make her squeal in pain. She can't help herself as she grinds against me so hard I have to grab both hips and let her have a moment of lead.
"Someday, my Scoshi Oni..." I quickly piston thrust a few times, as she whimpers and takes up the slow circular grind of my cock buried deep inside her.
"I might let you." Mercilessly I slam her against the wall and thrust with an overwhelming need to dump inside her. Her shriek becomes gasp and moans as she finds my rhythm and meets it with just as much need. Again and again we repeat the scene of mock resistance, moving nowhere until I feel her clinching and watch as her hands claw at the wall, her mind overwhelmed by the pleasure pain.
"I'll ki.. y.." Her words elude her in hitched gasp before I grap her long hair and snap her head back, bowing her body till her shoulder met my mouth.
"Not tonight." I hiss before slamming my fangs into her shoulder. Fluids splash the floor as she cum squirts from the bite. Her hand grabs the back of my head to hold me in place while she pants like one drowning in their lust. My release of seed was secondary to the bliss splashing down my throat and the release of my bite was just as quick as the beginning. For a long moment we stood there, her hands moving to my hips so I wouldn't pull out while we gasped for breath, our bodies trembled lightly.
"Not tonight..." She whispered as I lay my head to her shoulder, smelling the mix of bodily fluids, blood and sweat. The sound of a soft and quickly stifled cry made me smile cruelly as my fingers found the leaking of my seed and began to probe.
"Do I need to fist your guts, Scoshi?" I ask as I stand upright and pull upwards with my finger till she danced on tiptoes. There was no audible consent required... I already knew she hated herself and craved to be buried in her shame. A quick nod of agreement barely managed itself from her whirling consciousness as I take a fist full of hair and thrust her to the ground before making her crawl towards the bed. "So be it, whore."
....end...
I hope you cringed or enjoyed the story... However it was created to remind people that the difference between victim and consent as an adult, is what you permit to happen. Sometimes you have the blessings of a CNC or Consensual contract, sometimes it's out of your control. If there is a secession of events out of your control but you stay because of hope and words... You are not a victim. Cry all you like but you chose your tormenter. Own it. End the victimizing of consent. 😘
Max