Dark Desires

Kaotiks releases a breath he did not know he was holding, the pressures of a million years relaxing in an instant and his human heart beating as fast as it is able to beat.”Very well Sweet Kitten. There are formalities which must be observed when obtaining this type of power. It is called, poetically I may add, giving the devil his due. Tis not rules I instituted, but the holy one above us. For me to give you something, you must in turn give me your whole being, willingly. This is most often done by sexual release, the passion equaling all the emotions that humans can express.” His lips part slowly and he takes a deep breath, his hands reaching out for her and shaking slightly, feelings of rejection of his offer still loom.

“Kit, do you agree that you will exchange the very material of your soul to the devil for the promises I have said to you this night? Do you swear by your sex that you will abide by my tenants, obey my commands and listen to me at all times in exchange for the powers to help those who are powerless?” His human penis began to rise in anticipation.

Kit bites down in her bottom lip as she cannot help of visualize standing on the edge of a great precipice about to jump but unable to turn away.She smirks faintly and replies “Tis not much left anyway so, aye. Though I can’t say that I won’t argue with you on occasion.”

Her eyes twinkle ever so slightly as, being as stubborn as she ever was, cannot help but adding in her own corollary to the agreement. As still as a doe caught in a hunter’s lamp she remains perfectly still waiting to see what he would do next. The idea of having sex not truly on her mind at the moment though she will do what she has agreed to, what she must to seal their pact. She could not help but find some irony in the fact that in agreeing to him.. He not gets her soul but gets to fuck her as well. Apparently even in the demon world women got the short end of the stick. She could only cling to the hope that he would deliver on what he promised.

Kaotiks smiled as she spoke and reached out with one hand as he moved, his attention to the hand made her draw her attention to it as well. The skin was free of any flaw, blemish or even hair. The veins were non-existent and the muscle outline was as defined as if it had been drawn out upon a piece of paper. He touches her fingertips and as soon as he does, all the erotic memories of her life she found remotely pleasant and desirable flood into her mind. All the orgasms heap and build one after the other and the heat between her legs is an insatiable thing that she desires above all else to have him put out. This is no trick to make him more than what he is, simply the effect of his current state of mind as he touches her. He shares the visions and he sees her tongue, her ass, her pussy and her face in a blur of sexual power. The penis he has between these human legs grows higher, pressing against the perfectly tailored pants he wore. The shape of the member outlined as the eyes of the young lady are drawn now to his pants, her mind still filling with sexual fuel to quench the fire that shall consume them both.

Kit’s breathe quickens as the heat now burning in her loins erases any thought but her own satisfaction. Her slender hand slides over her negligee as she luxuriates in the caress of the fine material against her skin. With excruciating slowness she raises her delicate hand and reaches towards him. Her perfectly manicured nails brushing over the fabric of his trousers with the softness of a fairy’s kiss. Every sensation and nerve fiber now alive and tingling she offers him a playful smile and scoots herself over to the middle of the bed, patting the mattress beside her.

“Care to join me?” she asks her soft and sultry as she gazes at him through lash veiled eyes.

He smiles at her and bows as a courtier in the Crusades might have. He looks at her eyes, never breaking contact with them as he removes the jacket and poet’s shirt that he has on with a certain slowness that told her it was for her pleasure. He is sculpted beneath the clothing, smooth as a babe and the muscles as individual as the stars in the sky. He walks towards her on the bed and sits next to her, his hands going to his boots and slowly freeing his legs and feet of them. He lies down on the bed next to her, his hands going to his long hair and releasing the pins that held it so close to his body and allowed the waterfall of blonde hair to pour over him like a liquid honey. He leans on his one arm and looks at her eyes still, his free hand painting invisible pictures on the bed as he awaits her next move. He would love to command, and he would eventually, but he must allow her to ask him to first.Kit chuckles softly and shakes her own tresses out. She turns onto her side and rests her head on the crock of her arm, her eyes never breaking gaze with his. She lightly draws lazy circles on his now bare chest. Her knee rising to slide along his own ever so slowly, as she enjoys the pressure of his skin against her own. With careful deliberation she places a single finger under his wrist and moves it toward her lower hip pausing only scant inches from her ruddied flesh. In a quick and smooth motion her finger slides to the other side of his wrist and exerts a meaningful pressure downward.

Kaotiks hand slides over the gossamer skin of her body, his eyes finally breaking from hers and taking in her all at once. He licks his lips as he runs his hand that she placed on her hip from where she placed it tithe knee cap and then running slowly back up he moves it under the lingerie, feeling the warmth and softness of her thighs as he moves the hand down toward her sex in a slow motion that will take quite some time to accomplish. He props himself up no longer and moves his hand that had been holding his head up to her hair and runs his fingers through it in a rake that moves all of her hair from her face and allows him to stare at her lips. His eyes drop unashamedly to her breasts and take in the sight of her delicious bosom. He moves the hand from her hair and pulls the lingerie down in a motion that reveals just the tops of her breasts and runs his hand over them, barely touching them as he would if he had a feather in his fingers.

Kit’s body trembles ever so slight as he touches her. Each pressure of his fingers sending bolts of electricity up her nerve endings making them even more sensitive. Her pouty lips flush a deep crimson, standing out noticeably from her alabaster skin all the more… an ages old hint of what more private regions have in store. She tilts her head forward and flicks her tongue over his lips lightly… almost hesitantly as if the action were fresh and new. She slides her leg higher so that it rests over his own she tilts her hips toward his encroaching hand.

“Do you want me?” she whispers huskily.

Kaotiks reaches out towards her and runs his finger smoothly over the hairless outer lips of her sex, smoothing the skin down and feeling the heat beneath his fingertips. His tongue flicks out as a snakes would and catcher hers briefly. His free hand moves down her chest now, cupping the heavy breath and fingering the raised and pebbled nipple.

“I have wanted you since time began Sweet Love. I have dreamt of you as Rome fell, whispered your name as Attila ravaged and known your face since the plays of Shakespeare graced the world.”

He moved his mouth forward and licked along the line of her lips, his tongue long and serpent like, the muscles strong as he opens her mouth and licks her teeth before moving his head back and examining her body once again, his cock now hard with passion and fury. He presses a finger into her, feeling the nub of her clit under it before moving a second later, before she can truly experience it.

Kit’s hips rise to seek his touch again. She tilts her head and flicks her tongue over the side of side throat up to his earlobe. She nibbles it for several seconds before breathing into his ear.

“Then take me…”

Her eyes closing gently so she can focus further on the sensations setting her passions alight. Her skin rises in gooseflesh as every fiber yearns for the release that only blissful satisfaction can give. She presses her body into his, crushing her ample bosom against his chest so close that he would feel the pounding of her heart underneath should he care to.. She bites his earlobe passionate

“Now…” she demands, voice husky with passion

Kaotiks feels his cock rise in answer and brings both hands up to her chest and rips the flimsy gown in half down her long body without a thought. He removes his pants in a slow motion, making each second go on for an eternity. His cock, hairless and hard as iron comes into sight and he strokes it before her eyes for a few moments before straddling her body and pressing the shaft of it against her sex, moving up and running the length along the outside but no penetrating. His mouth finds her pebbled nipples and bites down on them, rolling them in his mouth and sucking them hard and without a sense of gentleness. His hands go to hers and an iron grip prevents them from moving as he finally lifts his hips into the air and slides his cock all the way into her with room to spare. He arches his back as he does so and his eyes turn to a brilliant fire as he slowly starts to fuck her, the juices of her pussy keeping him well lubricated, the tightness of her squeezing him until he growls a dragons growl and slides into her again, picking up the pace.

Kit tightens her pubic muscles around his manhood, drawing him deeper into her through their pull and the rocking of her hips, keeping perfect rhythm with the pace he sets. Her hands clasp his tightly her nails digging deep furrows into his flawless flesh. Her closed eyes nearly roll back into her skull as their shared passion lifts her higher and higher. Her legs, circling his hips tremble and tighten to bring him closer to her still. Soft moans slip through her parted lips as she licks them urging him onward. He moans aloud, his voice louder by the second as she draws his cock deeper into her. He lifts her legs with his hands and presses his pubic bone into hers, his cock completely encased within hers. His head moves to the side and finds her mouth, his tongue licking her lips, opening them and finding her tongue and exploring her mouth. He uses his hands and squeezes her hips every time he thrusts, making his cock sink as deeply as possible into her. His cock will stay hard as long as he wants it to, and tonight, he plans on exploring everything she will allow him to.

Kit’s moans grow more insistent as she gropes at his back drawing her body upward to meld with his. Her tongue wraps around his, exploring is mouth with a will of its own. Her breathe ragged around their passionate lip lock. Her hips rise and fall with his, as she grinds her ass into his hands.

Growling a low, deep and powerful growl, Kaotiks lifts her in the air, suspending her there as he slams his cock into her over and over again. His hands grip her like iron, his mouth swallowing hers and his tongue moving out of it, down her neck and biting her hard and pressing his cock harder into her, twisting his hips as he does so, rocking back and forth to give her every single ounce of pleasure that she could take. His arms took the burden and his hands ran over her ass, slapping it hard and spreading the cheeks to find if it would accept his cock or not.

Kit’s ass bucks as he slaps her ass. Her moans becoming more guttural and animalistic with each passing moment. As she gasps in a growling purr emerges. Her ass muscles tense as he spread her cheeks offering resistance, her tight hole giving only the barest amount. If he was to enterer that way to would most definitely be an exceedingly tight fit. She drops her head and bites into his shoulder so hard she nearly draws blood in her passionate flight. Her body trembles even more so as she struggles to build her flight higher before the waves of orgasm overtake her. Her body using his as a brace as she drives herself hard onto his cock… impaling herself over and over. The walls of her pussy relaxing only slightly with each downward plunge.

Kaotiks flips her over quickly, moving to the end of the bed and holding her legs in his arms as his cock slides out of her pussy and presses against the tightness of her ass, the head, coated in her own juices, pressing into her a slight bit before he stops and smacks both sides of her ass as he presses into her more. He felt the heat and the pressure from her ass as he slid into her, his mouth in a hard line and sweat running down him as he begins to fuck her heavenly ass. He moves his hands to her hips and allows his large fingers to dip into her wet pussy, fingering her as he pulls her to him again and again, fucking her ass and screaming loudly now as he does.

Kit screams as his rock hard cock slams past the sphincters popping them in a whirling mixture of ecstasy and pain. She bucks and rocks against his thrusts and his fingers as her body shudders convulsively as she begins to come, unable to control herself further. She buries her had in the silken sheets as her panting moans rise to screams of ecstasy. Her hand spasmodically clutching and releasing the sheets He keeps fucking her ass, tight and warm and so deliciously perfect. He is screaming now as his cock is hammering all the way into her, his fingers fighting each other over the clit and his cock not caring, like a jackhammer into her. He feels her orgasm again and again and he finally decides it is time for him to come; his cock comes out of her asshole with a nearly audible pop and he looks down to her, his face coated in sweat and his eyes on fire.

“Come up here and suck the cum out of my cock, taste everything you have always wanted and needed in my cock Kit.” He gets on his knees, his hands moving over his cock, the head swollen and purple and the veins along the length nearly exploding with the blood pulsing through them. “Come and suck my cock, Baby.”

Kit grins and positions her perfect mouth over his cock. She drools over the shaft grasping his throbbing member in both hands and squeezing strokes him rapidly several times before slipping her lips over its head. She rolls her thumbs in kneading circles as her head begins to bob up and down. She opens her throat wide; grateful that she does not have a gag reflex as she repeatedly swallows his dick.

Kit purrs from the depths of her throat as she sucks him off, adding another sensation to his experience. Greedily she dives over and over his cock using her tongue as a tickler than flicks over the shaft seemingly in a million places as once. Her pace increases as she feels the surge in his girth that indicates he is ready to cum.

Kaotiks grabs her hair with both hands and shoves her face deeper onto his throbbing cock, his balls needing to come deep into the depths of the heavenly void that is her mouth. He grabs the hair to make her wonderful head stop bobbing and roars as he pumps his fist load of come in centuries all over her face and into her mouth, the second spurt goes down her throat and so do all of the others that come afterwards, his swollen balls empty themselves for what seems like ages before he finally lets out one last noise as the last of the cum leaks out of his still swollen cock and slides down her mouth. He looks down to her and has never wanted anything so bad in his entire life. He sighs and catches his breath, it is coming is spasms and his eyes are locked onto hers.

Kit nearly gags as his first shot pumps into her throat but quickly recovers and drinks him deep and dry. Her fingers continue their massage, coaxing every drop from him until he is utterly spent. As he sighs she leans back and rolls onto her side on the bed. She wipes her face with the silken bed sheet to clean it and flashes him a wry grin before collapsing onto her back on the bed. Her eyes captured by his intense gaze her voice escapes her as she struggles to slow both her breathing and her racing heart.

Kaotiks slows his breathing, still on his knees he slides to the end of the bed where her legs lay, open and exhausted from the fucking they had just done. He licks his lips in a long motion, drawing it out yet again as he bends down and slides his tongue along her leg and up to her thigh, moving back and repeating the same motion on her other leg before positioning his body between her legs and biting the sensitive skin of her outer and inner thigh. His tongue runs over the over sexed nub of her clit and bites softly on it, his face smiling as he looks up to see her reaction.

Kit’s body spasms as he licks her, her breathe leaving her entirely as she looks down at him in surprise. Her back arches deeply, so much so just her hips and the upper portion of her shoulder blade remain on the sheet. Her hand reaches downward to gently caress his cheek and brow as she smiles at him

He smiles up her as he slides his long tongue deep within her sweet and very wet pussy. He laps up her sweet nectar like a cat does cream and pulls out just long enough to lick her clit in a long and slow motion. His fingers move to her asshole and probe there as his tongue continues it rounds in her delightful sex. He speeds up his work and presses his face against her wet and hairless pussy. He starts to finger her asshole quickly as he concentrates his tongues power on her clit alone, waiting for her climax.

It takes only a few moments before Kit is grinding her sex into his face, his considerably talented tongue and his fast working fingers. Her body tenses so much that it almost locks up. Just when she thinks she could not take any more, yet another exquisite orgasm washes over her. Wave after wave of pleasure rock her body as she screams in release. By the time she is spent , her throat is parches and dry, her body a quivering mass that twitches at the slightest touch due to her overloaded nerves. She brings her hand to her breast, pressing lightly in an attempt to calm her heart as she fears it will jump right out of her with its wild erratic beat

He slithers up her body now, spent as she is, his fingers dancing along the skin as he moves up to lay next to her, his breath rising and falling in gasps and his tongues licking his entire face to get all of her off of him, he wants to remember every second of this. He presses his hand into her breast and her heart instantly calms, there is a serene feeling as he lays beside her and cradles her in his arms, his lust spent for one evening and her satisfaction fulfilled, he will now give her what no one else has, he will stay with her until the end of time and say nothing if that is her desire. Tonight he is a servant of hers, a minister to her every desire.

“Sweet Kitten, tell me what you need and I shall see to it that it is done, or that you can do it.”

The blood was leaking from her face now, the puddle on the piece of driftwood she lay upon grew larger with each passing minute. The smell of fear, blood and sweat mingled with the oceans scent as it pounded nearby. The surf slamming the rocky beach over and over as it had done for millions of years, and would continue to do for an infinite amount more. She was here as well, and he, their game had just truly began.

She was barely awake, her face swollen and her eyes opening and closing shut spasmodically with the pain of everything that was happening to her. He stood there, his knife loose in his right hand and his left hand slowly entering and exiting her womanhood. His mind seemed pensive as he did such, as if he was making a decision. Albeit involuntarily, she was slowly lubricating for him just like he knew she would in time. He decided to add another finger to the two already inside of her. The swollen labia and clitoris protested as he did this and he smiled, such obstacles could be overcome with time and a great deal of attention.

She looked at him with a glance of pure hatred and it made him smile. Didn’t she realize that he was doing this all for her? That he was saving her from a lifetime of men who would discard her at the slightest thoughts of denial? He removed his fingers and licked them slowly, like one would a Popsicle, the taste of her and the freshness of the blood made him want her even more than he already did, if that was even possible. He closed a final decision making loop in his mind and moved forward with what he now considered an interview.

He placed the knife blade between his teeth as he slowly pulled the denim blue jeans he wore down past his knees and with them the boxer shorts. His penis was afire now, the veins in it throbbed like the engine of a high performance car at the starting line and the ache from it was slowly building, reaching more than just his genitalia.

He placed the knife back in his hands and moved her head with his free hand, when he spoke his voice was calm and very distinct. “What I do now I do for you. You will come to understand all of this in time, that I promise” He raised his hips to match the height of her sex and lowered it carefully. The circumcised head of his penis sat neatly inside the folds of her labia for a brief moment before he pressed into her, a long and continuous push, filling her with his cock and making her scream as he pushed onward, despite any pain or suffering she may be experiencing. All the factors had to be taken into consideration. He pulled out slowly and looked at her a moment, her eyes wet with tears, unsaid scorn and terror on her lips.

Next he needed to test her limits of fear. He held the knife to her throat as he violated her, his cock swelling inside her now bleeding womanhood, the blood allowing a smoother ride for his penis than the dry vaginal walls had before. He sliced her softly against the skin and watched the blood flow as his pace increased and her voice finally found the air and the will to power screams that nearly matched that of the ocean they used as a backdrop.

Now he needed his personal release, his mind ever careful to leave not the endgame. He pressed the knife between his teeth once again and used both hands to grope her heavenly breasts. He pulled the nipple hard away from the breasts and heard her cry out as he twisted them and abused them in all the ways that he knew how. He bent over, his hands pinning hers to the side lest she try to hit him, still thrusting in and out of her, and took the nipples, one by one into his mouth. He bit down as hard as he dare and allowed the blood to flow from the fresh wounds.

He leaned back now, his face sweating profusely and his hips moving like the wind as he prepared to mark her for an incredibly deep and evil trip that she would soon discover.

He shot his semen deep into her and she screamed as he did, most likely amidst fears of pregnancy and what not. She would have no worries of that, he would make sure that all was well in that arena, there were methods after all. The slimy fluid leaked out of her, his hips still pushing his slightly limp penis into and out of her, smearing the fluid across his hips as well as her thighs.

He reached into his back jeans pocket and pulled out the tiny syringe that he carried for just this purpose. Jamming it into the meaty part of her thigh, she had run out of terror for one evening and made not a single noise as he did so. It was a fast acting narcotic and soon she lay limp on the driftwood, seemingly dead to those who did not know what was to be looked for in the body.

He cleaned his mess up from where he was. Carefully disposing of the woman’s clothes in a burn barrel along with the wood he had so savagely taking her upon. He smiled as he saw her sketchbook and pencil, he kept them for the time being, they would serve many a purpose as time passed on with them. The gas can was there from he had placed it earlier in the evening, his final goal not yet known, only vague hopes.

He carried her limp body back to his waiting car as one would a friend who had too much to drink in a single evening. He wiped the sand clean with his feet as he walked, picking up his shoes and socks as he made his way forward. He placed her into the front seat of the car, absolutely confident that she would go nowhere as he finished his work.

He walked briskly back to the scene and gathered all the dry wood he could find, casting it into the barrel. he carefully picked all the blood from the ground that had been smeared with fluids of any kind and placed them in there as well. He lit a match from a book in his pocket and flipped it into the barrel, the fire exploded into life, the flames threatening to escape their bonds and take everything with them

He walked back to his car now, the pace slowly and determined, the chance of tracing any of this impossible. He sat in the drivers seat of the car and lit a long clove that he had especially imported. The first inhalation of the sweet smoke made him smile as he drove away, all that was left of the woman now beside him was the saddened expression the moon seem to wear as they vanished into the night

Never had he been able to understand why he had been given the tasks he had, but he understood that he would fulfill the duties required of him without thought of consequence. He knew that what he did was a dangerous game and should one of the uninitiated ever find out exactly what he was doing, then there would be questions to which the answers he gave would never give satisfaction.

He was still reliving the wonder of it all when he saw her. Her hair was long and shining against the waning light of the moon and even from where he stood, he saw that her breasts were deliciously large and pendulous in their heft. She seemed to be drawing or sketching, a pad of paper and a pencil in her hands as she looked off into the distance where the waves crashed and the moon shone bright.

He approached a little closer and saw that her bottom was so tight a quarter would have bounced a goodly distance off it. He lips started to quiver and his mouth started to salivate and his cock grew to an iron hardness. His fingers moved softly over the knife he always carried with him on nights such as this and he knew what had to be done.

He slipped his feet out of his shoes as he watched her move down the beach, oblivious to anything save the waves and the moonlight shining down upon her like the gaze of a caring father. He removed his socks so that they would not betray his footfalls and slowly began his movements towards this young lady of his most keen attentions.

He slipped the knife from the belt loop he kept it safely tucked away in normally and sped up, the distance between the two of them closing quickly. He waited for the next wave to roar in and crash until he made his move. He slipped the knife around her neck and moved backwards slowly, her feet dragging and trying hard not to move with him. The knife started most of her efforts to resist however.

He never even saw her head move as she slammed her skull backward into his nose. The pain exploded in a sea of crimson and liquid, his sinuses screamed in agony, and yet he was still able to hold the knife to her throat and keep her from moving. He pressed the blade into her skin and allowed a thin line of her blood to seep from the fresh cut before he spoke, his voice guttural and full of years of compressed rage.

“If you move again, I will leave parts of you on this beach that even the birds and the bugs will never be able to find.” To emphasize his point he pressed the knife into the throat of the young lady.

He didn’t see her move again as she slammed the pencil she still held into the top of his foot, the movement into his foot making a sickening crunch as the graphite shaft slammed into the bone. Blood squirted with the pressure of the blow and he nearly lost his grip over her as she began to squirm away. He temporarily ignored the pain and squeezed her throat with his free hand, the pressure like a vise closing tighter and tighter over the airway of his victim.

He knew that at this point the blood was slowing to her brain, the air was being cut off and circles that were not really there danced before her eyes as she drifted into the final stages of consciousness. He laughed and released his choke hold on his newly found delight. He wouldn’t let her get off that easy. He had a few issues that he was going to take out on her.

She was barely breathing now, her eyes swimming and fighting to stay open as he picked her up and easily threw her over his broad shoulders and made his way to the spot on the under the boardwalk he had picked for the others before her. It was close to the water and the near constant roar of the waves would easily wash away any noise she decided to make in her struggling and futile defense.

He laid her out on a huge piece of driftwood and cut the clothes off from head to toe in a slow motion. His hands traced the knife down her skin, leaving barely a millimeter between the knife and her perfectly white flesh. Her breasts fell from their vanished keepers, falling about her chest in two mounds of ivory, creamed flesh. Her body was divine to look at and he was sure it would be even more wonderful to violate it. With difficulty, his eyes left the two peaks of her chest and travelled down her full body, noticing the hips that would sway as she walked and her wonderful ass that fit like a final puzzle piece to the rest of her body.

He used both hands and flipped the woman over, actually taking care not allow the wood of the driftwood to mar the perfection that they now had laying atop them. His hands travelled over the half moons of her buttocks, his lips twisted in a smile as he noticed the firmness of it. She was coming slowly back to the land of the waking and he decided to greet her in a proper way.

Moving her so that her ass was facing his aching manhood, he quickly licked two of his fingers for ease of entry and shoved them as hard as he could thrust up her, feeling her body shudder with pain as she had been unprepared for such an assault and her body had not lubricated the opening. He worked them in and out once or twice. The lubrication from his own spit and a little of her involuntary wetness allowed him to finger his new little pet well and good.

She woke up to his fingers thrusting in and out of her like such. He could see as she turned her head to the side that the tears had already started to fall from her eyes. He looked again and saw her weep silently and close her eyes, starting to suck herself into a shell. That wouldn’t do at all now would it?

He took a moment to say a silent prayer of forgiveness to himself for having to damage his new gift. To leave a amrk on such a creature was a sin in itself, however, all creatures need learn respect for their Keepers. He drew back his had and came down repeatedly into the sides of her turned face, the knuckles slamming into the sides of her skull, leaving what he knew would be a future bruise with every single stroke. He let the fist relax into an open hand and smacked her, changing the side of the face he used as he made sure she was wide awake and back with him.

“No, No. You will not slip into your little happy place and wait for me to be done. That is what those young ladies taught you how to do at the community center when they told you about people like me didn’t they? Turn your head away from him and slip to a deep place, he will finish with you quicker if you are not fighting him. If I can’t see and feel you awake and aware, then why would I bother to stop anything and allow you to live? No, you either stay with me or I will make the end of your life as brutal as they come”

Mind you, she didn’t know what was to come. If she did, she would be screaming no matter what he said to her.