Monsters fuck too (2)

The music had stopped by the time she made her way to the stranger. Her heart pounded in her chest as her mouth opened to speak. She had never felt so naughty in her life.

“Hey there, my name is Cybill. I saw you watching me,”

“How could I not? You are stunning, Cybill. My name is Asher.”

“Do you want to get out of here Asher? They are going to kick us out of here any second,”

“I would love to. I live just around the corner, do you want to go to my place?”

“Absolutely, let’s go!”

Cybill clutched Asher’s hand as they cut through the alley behind the club. His hand was strong, holding hers tight as he led her to the weatherworn iron staircase behind the corner drugstore. Cybill floated on a cloud of carnal desire, completely oblivious to the danger she was being led to. Her lust was so blinding it had blotted out Asher’s ice-cold waxy skin. All Cybill saw was a man who could easily pass as a rock star leading her to his bed.

The second her body passed through his doorway, Asher spun her around, pressing her against the wall. His hands flew all over her body, groping and kneading her flesh like a man possessed. Cybill melted under his touch, eagerly letting him explore every inch of her being.

She moaned softly when his hand slipped under her skirt and fell upon the wetness forming between her legs. His fingers felt cool against the heat within her walls. Asher’s wrist thrust and twisted as he ground his fingers deep inside. Cybill wrapped her leg around his waist, holding his body close to hers as he pleasured her with his hand. She didn’t care who he was, or if it was wrong, it felt too good to stop.

Cybill’s lips found Asher’s, crushing into them, her tongue snaking into his mouth. Asher kissed back, hungry and demanding, stealing her breath and making her shiver down to her toes. His hand worked her pussy and his mouth devoured her kiss, Asher had Cybill right where he wanted her.

“Fuck me, Asher,” Cybill begged, groping through her jacket pocket for the condom her friend had given her.

“You won’t be needing this,” Asher growled, gathering up both of her wrists in one of his powerful hands and lifting them high above her head.

His aggressive squeeze loosened her grip on the condom. Cybill watched as the little square of plastic floated to the ground, landing next to her feet.

Panic began to muddle her desire as Asher grew more aggressive before her eyes. He kept her arms pinned above her head, removing his hand from her crotch to unzip his pants.

“Is this what you want?” Asher asked seductively, pulling out his solid length.

“Yes, but…” Cybill protested, shooting a look at the condom on the floor.

“I want you, Cybill, I want to feel all of you and I don’t want that in the way,” Asher answered, forcefully kicking the square across the floor, sending it skimming under the couch.

Cybill’s head spun with excitement. She had never been manhandled before, and to her surprise, she kind of liked it. In her head, she knew she should be careful with a one-night stand, but in the heat of the moment, she didn’t care. Her hips arched away from the wall as he tore the panties from her body. Asher liked it rough, and in that moment, so did Cybill.

His hand let go of her wrists and they instantly wrapped around his broad shoulders. Asher effortlessly lifted her body, setting her down on the tip of his cock. She slowly slid down his incredible length, letting it part her folds one sultry inch at a time. With her body still pinned against the wall, his hips thrust, forcing his shaft to the deepest part of her. Cybill cried out with each crushing blow, his body pounding against hers. He filled her over and over with his girth, nearly splitting her in two.

Asher stared straight into Cybill’s eyes as he fucked her. She felt like somehow their souls were becoming one. His intense energy overpowered her and she gave in, giving herself to him completely, body and soul. As her body began to crest toward her climax, she looked deeply into his eyes watching them morph from green to deep maroon. Cybill stared dumbfounded at the transformation. At first, she thought she must be imagining it, that she was hallucinating from the intense pleasure.

Asher leaned forward trailing kisses up her neck to the bottom of her jaw. His hips gave one last powerful thrust as he filled her with his seed. Cybill leaned her head back as he came, giving into her own orgasm.

Ripples of ecstasy rolled through her body as her pussy clenched against his erupting manhood. A pinch followed by searing pain tore down the side of her neck, freezing her body in crippling agony. Asher bit down into her surging vein, letting her life essence pour down his throat. Cybill tried to scream but it was useless, her body felt completely out of her control. The room began to dim as he sucked harder, draining her of her blood, and of her very life. Stars flashed before her eyes as did the future she had so carefully crafted for herself. All the years she had put into preparing were slipping away from her and into Asher’s hungry mouth.

Cybill was unable to keep her eyes open as the blood drained from her body. She went limp, falling directly into Asher’s waiting arms. At the brink of death, Asher carried her body to his couch, gazing down at his conquest. Guilt washed over his body for what he had done. Never before had he felt any emotion for his victims, they were just a means to an end. Cybill was different. Asher couldn’t bring himself to kill her, he left her where she lay to transform into what he was, an insatiable creature of the night.

Cybill’s body was motionless, but her consciousness was screaming from inside. Asher’s venom filled her vein’s, boiling and churning through every cell. Her once happy joy filled heart was consumed by Asher’s curse, turning it cold and black. The transformation was now complete, the old Cybill had died and a bloodthirsty monster had been left in her place.