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

    fangs into her carotid artery. After that she was trapped in such an intense orgasm that she probably couldn't have screamed even if I let her. As she twitched through her climax I felt her extremities and then her core go cold, and through the blood pulsing into my mouth I felt her heart beat slow and then stop altogether. When there was nothing left the inside her for me to take I let her limp body fall away from me, and as she hit the ground her bowels let go, and the stench of urine and shit filled the air. With all of my appetites fully sated, I set about the task of disposing of all three bodies by throwing them in the dumpster (Hey it was there, so why not?). Once that annoying little chore was done I scooped Courtney back up in my arms and we wandered through town for a while, looking for a suitable place to bed down for the day. The search took far longer than I expected, however, and there was less than an hour left before sunrise when we finally managed to find an abandoned house on the outskirts of town. The place was in a state of complete disrepair. All of the windows were boarded up, and the glass in them had been shattered long ago. It was also impossible to tell what color the house had been originally, because long term exposure to the elements with no periodic maintenance had stripped most of the paint away, and even in the spots where it was intact, it was faded to the point of being unrecognizable. All of that combined with the conspicuously large holes ...
    in the roof made the idea of here dubious at best, but we didn't exactly have a surplus of options so I resigned myself to making use of the place, which at least had and underground storm shelter that I could use to protect myself from the sun. Honestly the shabbiness and discomfort didn't really bother me. After all, during the daylight hours I was, for all intents and purposes, dead. Courtney was the one who would have to put up with discomfort, but that was of no concern to me. After ripping the rusted out padlock of of the cellar door, I found a (relatively) clean corner at the back of the tiny space and made myself comfortable, telling Courtney to close the door behind her. Once she did, though, she had to stop moving entirely because it was now pitch-black inside the shelter and she couldn't see anything. Sighing in exasperation (carting a human around can be DAMN inconvenient sometimes) I pulled a cheap disposable lighter out of my pocket and produced a tiny flame for her to see by. As she fumble her way towards me I found a rotted out burlap sack she could use as a blanket and held it out to her. Courtney made a disgusted face, but took it anyway, and curled up beside me in the dark room. I figured that was about as good as it was going to get, so I shoved the lighter back in my pocket, and promptly fell asleep. The sun had just passed its zenith when all hell broke loose. I was curled up in my corner, soundly dead but still aware of my surroundings, and Courtney was ...
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