1. Bloodsport Fairytale ch. 3


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Male/Teen Female, Monster, Murder, Stockholm Syndrome, Young, Author: nightwolvesalpha, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    her throat, I grabbed a fistful of his greasy hair and bent his head so far back that he was forced to drop to his knees lest I break his neck. To his credit, the guy started fighting right away, but his level of drunkenness combined with the awkward position I held him in meant he couldn't put up much resistance, and even if he could, I was far stronger than he would ever be able to match so, really, he was doomed from the start. I grabbed his throat with my free hand and squeezed until I could feel my fingers touching behind his windpipe. I knew from experience that this was extraordinarily painful, and if he had been able to get any air he would have been screaming bloody murder. It was then that I got my first look at his dick and a wave of irrational anger and jealousy surged over me. It was fucking HUGE. No wonder Courtney (who was still sitting on the ground in front of him, watching events unfold) had puked. Hell, I'm surprised she didn't dislocate her jaw on that monster. At that moment I made a decision. I wasn't going to eat this guy, because then he would die in a euphoric bliss, and I wanted him to suffer. So instead of biting him, I made sure I had a solid grip on his windpipe, and PULLED. There was a wet tearing sound and the entire front half of his neck came away in my hand. The guy fell over and started flopping around on the ground like a fish out of water, and I could tell that if I weren't currently holding his voice box in my clenched fist he would be ...
    screaming. Loud. Blood fountained from the open wound in his throat and drenched Courtney's face and perky tits in a steaming red mess, and I will admit that seeing her looking like that got my cock rock hard in an instant. Unable to contain myself I pulled Courtney to her feet, and, after quickly shedding her of her jeans and panties, pulled her into a passionate kiss that she returned two fold. I felt her tongue dart into my mouth and caress one of my venom coated fangs, and she went limp in my arms and shuddered in an intense orgasm. I couldn't take it any more. I needed to get inside of her, and fast. While I looked around for a suitable place to have sex (I can't imagine that gravel would be comfortable for her), I got a flash of inspiration and laid her face down on the newly dead corpse of the man I had just murdered, and entered her from behind. When she opened her eyes and saw exactly what it was that she was laying on she struggled to get away for a few seconds, but I got a firm hold on her hips and began plowing into her in earnest, and after a minute she finally relaxed and just enjoyed the thorough fucking I was giving her. It didn't take long. Within ten minutes her hoarse cries reached a crescendo and she let out the hummingbird trill that signified she had had her second orgasm, and as I watched, I saw her little tongue dart out and she actually licked some of the blood out of the gaping hole where the man's throat used to be. That was more than I could take and ...
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