The Wandering Monster
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Post by Aodhfin on Sept 7, 2014 21:43:25 GMT
“ … because I don’t enjoy death.”
Aodhfin looked to the young woman, whose body was still shivering and quaking with the erotic and blissful pleasure coursing through her body. His voice trailing off with those last few words, his silver eyes peering at the unconscious woman after licking the wound in her neck closed. It wasn’t until he was done dressing her that he finally began to drag the remains of the other body away—a whole limb and a few bones.
When she woke up, she would find herself alone and sore … but alive.
(~ 1 Hour Prior)
The scent of kine was rich in the air, an oddity for this neck of the woods. The air smelled of burnt wood and roasting chocolate, with an aroma of lust and alcohol carried by the light breeze sweeping through the woods. The humans were never foolish enough to camp anymore and yet Aodhfin could smell them even from his cavernous haven.
Sitting in his haven and drawing those scents inward, Aodhfin knew opportunities such as this did not present themselves often. The gangrel would lick his lips and smile, a gesture dripped in hunger and darkness. He stood up without the slightest hint of conflict or hesitation and whispered quietly to the shadows, “Boys, it seems we have guests.“
Three pairs of eyes opened from the darkness when those words echoed from the cave—a pair of amber eyes, a pair of blue eyes, and a pair of green eyes. All of which were menacing and inhuman, each attached to one of three furred bodies of primal instinct and power. And when Aodhfin exited the cave, they followed without pause or doubt in their Alpha.
When Aodhfin stumbled across the two mortals and their large campfire, he could feel his beast twist and claw at the sight of heated death. The over powering urge of hunger and the gangrel’s curiosity were both enough to steel the urge to hide from the flames though. His silver eyes focusing and observing as the two kine writhed and groaned on top of each other, an act that may have drawn out just the barest hint of lust in Aodhfin.
The sounds of groans and moans were so prolific that they didn’t even notice Aodhfin’s heavy foot steps, or see the man through their bliss-blinded vision as she sat down on a log across from them. The gangrel was not interested in watching them fuck or trying to draw out his own memory of what the warmth of another living body felt like though, his eyes only lingered on them in sincere consideration of how foolish they had been to come here.
When the man noticed Aodhfin, he couldn’t scream or even fight back with the sharpened claw slicing open his throat. All the mortal could do was try to grab for the back of his lover and warn her as she lay prone on the ground. The only warning that the mortal woman received was the sudden departure of her lover’s body and the hard thud of it hitting the ground.
The pairs of eyes that had been following Aodhfin all leapt at the wounded and dying man, revealing their canine grace of white, black, and gray fur. A ravenous ensemble of fangs and teeth digging into the exposed flesh of the man with claws ripping at muscles and spilling the blood beneath the ribboned flesh. The wolves were feeding, consuming the man whole and letting out predatory growls in the process.
The living woman never got the chance to see or even hear the wet squelch and silenced cried of help from her lover. Aodhfin pulling her up by her hair violently and pressing her nude back against his chest. When she attempted to release the scream building in her lungs, a cruel hand snaked over her mouth and the bitter cold breath of damnation carried across her neck, “You’ll survive this ... ”
With the woman in the throes of passion, the embrace of pleasure, and now the clutches of deathly fear, Aodhfin unsheathed his fangs and drove them into her neck. The agonizing pleasure that tore through her body mixed with the adrenaline, fear, and passion were too much and he felt her flesh go limp in his grasp; it didn’t help Aodhfin had struck the back of her head to ensure she wouldn’t remember any of this.
[ End ]
(OOC clarity: Aodhfin did not rape the woman)
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