Train Delay Creampie (Part 4)

As the train gathers speed, trees and fields blur past the windows. Honey sits across from me, her shirt still open, the marks on her breasts visible beneath the thin fabric. The dark patch at the crotch of her jeans has spread.She watches me for a while before speaking.“You are not going to pretend this did not happen.”“No,” I reply.“Good.”Silence settles between us as the carriage sways. She glances at the stain on her jeans, then meets my eyes.“I can still feel you inside me. Every shift of the train reminds me.”I nod. My own jeans still carry the trace of her mouth and what came before.She rises and heads for the connecting door without another word. I follow. She leads me to the far end of the carriage, where a narrow service closet sits half-hidden behind a bulkhead. The door is unlocked. We step inside, and she shuts it behind us.The space is barely wider than my shoulders. A single dim bulb casts a weak yellow glow across the metal floor. The train's movement rocks us

Feed And Fuck (Part 1)

The warehouse stinks of gunpowder and wet concrete when an explosion tears through the east wall. I am already moving before the dust settles, boots slamming against the floor as I clear the corridor ahead. Xavier is somewhere behind me, shouting something about falling back, but I don't quit. The target is here. I can feel it in the way the air sits heavier than it should, in the faint metallic tang that never belongs in an abandoned shipping yard. A shape drops from the rafters. I fire twice. The rounds punch into its chest, but the thing keeps coming, claws scraping sparks off the metal railing. I switch to the silver load and put three more into its throat. It finally folds, black blood spraying across my sleeve. Behind me, more of them pour through the breach. Too many. The intel was wrong again. I spin and cut left toward the loading bay. A body slams into me from the side, and we go down hard. Teeth snap an inch from my face. I jam the barrel of the pistol under its jaw and

Feed And Fuck (Part 2)

Filling the open doorway as though it were carved from the darkness itself, the creature's eyes burn the same black as the blood still drying on my sleeve. I throw myself forward before it can fully enter the van. My shoulder slams into its chest, and we crash onto the concrete outside. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs. Claws rake across my back, tearing through fabric and skin in three long lines. Pain flashes along my spine, bright and white.I roll and come up with the silver knife already in my hand. The thing is faster than the ones inside the warehouse. It circles me, head tilted, nostrils flaring as it catches the scent of the open wound on my arm and the fresh blood still coating the man inside the van. I feint left and drive the blade low into its thigh. Black fluid spurts from the wound. It screams, a sound like metal tearing, then backhands me, sending me skidding across the grit.My head rings. I taste copper. The creature limps after me, one leg dragging behind

All Chapters of TWISTED ECSTASY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 53

Train Delay Creampie (Part 4)

Feed And Fuck (Part 1)

Feed And Fuck (Part 2)