Therian Prize(12)

“Hard and fast it is.” He paused long enough to put on a condom then thrust into her waiting heat.

She closed her eyes and savored the firm slide of his hard shaft for several moments. He was nicely shaped for a human, reasonably long and surprisingly thick. Then she opened her eyes and smiled at Matt. “Got something for me?”

He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, stroking it twice before he slipped it into her mouth. He seemed reluctant to touch her, as if he could sense something wasn’t quite right. She was a hooker who was giving it away. Why wouldn’t he be suspicious?

She tightened her lips around Matt and slid her mouth forward and back. He started to touch her face then reached lower and pinched her nipples instead. She sucked him deeper. He groaned and pinched harder. She tilted her head back and took him into her throat, not stopping until her nose was pressed tight against his abdomen.

“Oh God. Oh God!” He repeated the phase like a mantra as she started to feed. She drew energy into her chest as she sucked his cock deep into her throat.

Sean was deep inside her but he wasn’t really moving. He was probably watching his friend being devoured. Dissatisfied with Sean’s passivity, she tightened her inner muscles until he cried out.

“Holy shit,” he groaned and tried to move. She held him so tightly he couldn’t. “How are you doing that?”

How was she supposed to answer with Matt in her mouth? She took several more deep draws from Matt then triggered his orgasm. A professional probably would have made him pull out, but a human’s seed held the power of creation and nothing tasted sweeter to a demon. Or even a half-demon like her.

Matt staggered back, too stunned to put away his limp dick. He braced one hand on the wall and panted, eyes unfocused and glassy. She grinned. Humans were so easy.

She arched her back and decreased the pressure on Sean’s cock. “Move. Now!”

He was happy to obey. With his hands tightly gripping her hips, he pounded into her fast and hard. She absorbed the impact of flesh slapping flesh and savored the fast shuttle of his body inside hers. She could sense his lust, his selfish need for release. He was focused entirely on himself now, thinking only of completion.

She eased into his mind, heightening his need until he screamed. He pumped with ravenous hunger, each thrust so hard her hands slid forward and she ended up flat on her belly. He followed her down, grinding her into the filth, and her demonic nature surged. She drank in the stench as she drew his sizzling energy into her body. He was wild, savage in his determination to come, and she fed deeply.

He cried out again, shuddering violently as he came. The condom caught his seed, which ruined the ending for her. Why must humans be so paranoid?

“Wow.” He climbed off her and helped her up from the ground as aftershocks trembled through him. “That was…unbelievable.” He dragged off the condom and tossed it aside as if it contained nothing more precious than piss.

She righted her clothing, hands shaking, a red haze obscuring her vision. Energy thrummed through her, power like she hadn’t enjoyed in years. Matt had been too easily overwhelmed but Sean had been aggressive and ruthless. He’d tasted strangely sweet, his energy concentrated and potent.

It had been her intention to feed and then wipe their minds of the encounter. But her demonic nature was not yet satisfied. With a powerful mental pulse she froze both humans in place. They were motionless but aware. Fear made a human’s mind more malleable, so she always let her victims see her coming.

She turned toward Matt first. He’d recovered enough to right his clothing, though his expression was still somewhat dazed. It would be simple to scrub his memory, but how would he react to the disappearance of his friend? No. Dead bodies provided fewer clues than confused witnesses.

Conjuring a long, thin blade, she paused as terror blossomed in his gaze. How she loved that look and that smell. She inhaled deeply, allowing fear’s stench to coat her nose and throat. Once she was surrounded in Matt’s horror, she thrust the knife into his stomach and his chest. He gasped and gurgled, blood rising into his throat.

She paused again, savoring the coppery tang and his futile struggle for survival. He couldn’t move, so the conflict was internal. She could hear his manic thoughts and chaotic emotions. This was better than sex. Well, better than some of the sex she’d endured down through the years.

Matt coughed, his blood spattering her face. She laughed. It was unlikely he’d planned the final insult but she wasn’t going to let it stand. She drove the blade through his right eye socket and deep into his brain. He shuddered then stilled, lifeless, useless. She released her hold on him and watched him collapse at her feet.