1 Name: Schadenfrau : 2009-06-03 01:04 [Del]
She struggled too much for his liking.
Every time Heiryx drew near she lashed out with nails and feet, screaming until he began to wonder why her lungs hadn’t burst. No matter how fiercely she kicked or flailed his shadows were undaunted, curling around her body like stubborn devotees. One by one he let them slide away with a whisper, exposing smooth white skin, hair dark as his shadows, supple breasts and thick thighs – everything he loved seeing on a woman. His favorite feature was her face by far; the way she gaped at him with such wide eyes had his length throbbing before he’d had the chance to start touching her. Heiryx left one last shadow twined around her ankle, to prevent any more foolish attempts at escape. Still the woman fought, trying to claw her way free from the shadows on the floor. Crouching down, Heiryx watched her for a moment, a hunter observing his prey, then lashed out with his hand and fisted it in her hair. Her squealing took on a different pitch then, that of a pig being taken to the butcher’s.
It only took a quick twist of her neck to put an end to all the noise. And good riddance, too, Heiryx thought, for sweet as it was to his ears, the racket would have given him a headache. Keeping her alive was more trouble than it was worth this time. Less struggling this way. Besides that, she was still warm. The demon consoled himself with this fact – her death needn’t ruin his enjoyment.
With a new goal in mind Heiryx sat down on the floor, the cold stone sending tingles up his bare back, and cradled the dead woman’s head in his lap. He could feel his erection nestle into her soft hair. She was perfectly still now, the woman, her beauty frozen forever on her tear-stained face. Reaching out a hand, he ran his thumb over her cheek, her lips, marveling at how soft and pliant they both were. He was pleasantly surprised to find her mouth still filled with saliva. Yes, Heiryx thought, swirling his finger around her tongue, this wasn’t a problem at all. If anything it made the affair all the more rewarding.
A smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, Heiryx brought his other hand to her face, trailing it along all the way up to her wide-open eyes. They too were frozen in perfection, a shade of light grey that added a somber touch to her pristine appearance. Her cheeks were still wet with tears that had yet to dry. Perhaps she had known what her fate would be.
She offered no resistance, not even when he brushed a finger against the surface of one eye. No, there wasn’t a scream or a stir, not when he pressed his nail into the soft flesh, nor when he dug it in deeper to twist it around in the jelly. Her eye burst like an overripe fruit around his finger. As he dug out the bloodied remains, the blood rushing through his veins began turning into an intense throbbing. A familiar lust smoldering in him, Heiryx thrust his finger in and out of his newly-made hole, imitating the very act he longed for.
After rising onto his knees he took hold of the woman’s hair once more, this time grabbing her scalp so that he could drag her limp body down to his groin. Had she been alive he would have forced his length down her throat so that she may choke on it, but now…The very thought sent a shiver through his body. Heiryx wasted no time in grasping his length and shoving it through the ruined flesh of her eye.
He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the feeling at first. All around him was moist warmth, a cavern of soft tissue that that surrounded his arousal in a heated embrace. As he began jerking his hips into her eye socket the room came alive with noises—soft grunts, wet noises, a cry of delight when he looked down to witness the spectacle. Blood gushed from the wound, forming rivers down her face and making each and every thrust into her eye slicker than the last. It dripped onto his wrist and down her cheek, some of it pooling in her opened mouth; Heiryx was content to lose himself in a haze of pleasure, his vision tainted with a red mist that swelled in brightness as he watched how he rocked into her in and out and in again. He sped up his pace, tightened his grip so that he could force himself in deeper, reaching far past the fleshy mass of her socket and deep into her head.
It was far too soon that he had to stop. The passion was beginning to overwhelm him, and his breath quickened as he grew closer to an inevitable release. No, no, it was too soon, all far too soon. There was more he wanted to do while he could, so much more he wanted to do while she was still warm. Abrupt in his movements, Heiryx withdrew his length from her eye, moaning when he caught sight of gore clinging to him. The woman’s body sank to the floor, free from his control for a few moments.
A master puppeteer, he wrapped the shadows around her body like strings, using them to guide his puppet into a new position. She rested on the floor now, amidst a pool of swirling dark shapes, her legs spread as wide as any true whore’s. A pleased whimper left his lips when he saw how the blood dripped further down her body. There was no time to waste admiring her corpse now, no, not when his body was aching so.
This time Heiryx made no show about what he did. He simply forced his length past her lower lips, loving every second he spent in her. Wet as she was, her cunt was no match in comparison to being inside her face, Heiryx soon decided. Yes, yes, she was still warm enough for the job, but…but it just wasn’t enough. His moan turned into a growl, his growl into a low rumble, his low rumble into a snarl that belonged more to a monster than a man. Taking the woman into his arms like a long-lost lover, he lifted her body until her breasts were flush against his sweat-soaked skin, embracing her with all the passion of a husband, raking his nails across her back. He felt the skin split under his hands as he clawed, his desperate thrusting growing more and more rushed all the while. Before he knew it his face was buried into the side of her neck, a metallic taste flooding his tongue and the scent of blood sinking into his senses. The red glow in his vision intensified until it was all he saw, the woman’s black hair turning a deep shade of crimson, her skin the color of a ripe peach.
Soon he had moved on to chewing her nipples, dragging fangs and nails and teeth back up to her lips to savor more of his newfound feast. They were just as fleshy as before, though not quite as wet, and as he devoured them bit by bit they split apart much like her eye had, her juices running down his chin. More than once Heiryx came close to choking on his mouthful. He’d stopped thrusting all together, instead taking the opportunity to partake in the smooth texture of the woman’s skin sliding down his throat. It was a pity he hadn’t taken the time to learn her name. He would have liked to know what to call such a memorable person.
And when he was done with her face, having lapped up what remained of his exploits with her eye, Heiryx licked his way all over her body. A slice here, a handful there, he sampled the tender meat of her breasts and, once he’d had his fill of them, busied himself between his legs so that he could enjoy a taste of her womanhood as well. Knowing his tongue had plundered both sets of her lips had his body tensing up all over again.
His belly full and his hunger satisfied, the demon returned to his earlier goal, this time lowering himself onto what was left of her hips. It wasn’t long until he fisted himself the rest of the way to bliss, decorating the woman’s remains with streams of white before sinking forward to collapse into a pool of blood.
