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Prey	By : sulaco Category: M through R > Nightbreed Views: 1556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1
The night was cold and clear, and a fine mist hung low over the long, dead grass and weeds covering the ground between crumbling tombstones and mausoleums. Peloquin had been stalking the girl since she stumbled through the gates of the long abandoned graveyard, below which the city of Midian was hidden. He had smelled her, she was a ‘natural’, and he was hungry. He couldn’t remember the last time he had fresh meat. Kinski had been with him when the girl first entered, but he had tried to stop the hunt, even though he had felt the hunger too. “It’s against the law! Lylesburg…” Kinski had whined, before he interrupted him. “Fuck the law! Fuck Lylesburg!” Peloquin growled, “I want meat!” Kinski had looked at him, shaken his head and waddled away into the night.

Chapter 2
Jessica felt like she had been walking for hours. When her car broke down earlier that evening, she had followed the track into the woods hoping to find a house, or a farm, preferably with a phone. Instead, the path had dwindled, night descended, and she had well and truly lost her way. Her sense of direction had never been great. When she saw the crumbling wall rise from the mist, she was still hoping to find some form of civilisation. She followed the wall until she found the entrance, through a rusty, but elegantly forged iron gate. The gate squalled on its hinges as she pushed it open, and she found herself in what looked like a huge, abandoned graveyard. The paths between the tombstones and memorials were overgrown with weeds and shrubs, and dead, yellow stalks of grass. She began to wander through the cemetery, maybe she would at least be able to find some shelter for the night, she had been on the move for quite a while, and didn’t think she stood much chance of finding her way back to the road in the dark.
After a while, she became aware of the silence of the place. The noises of the night she had heard outside the walls, the hoots of owls, squeaks and rustles of small mammals in the undergrowth, chirping of insects, all seemed to have ceased. Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, or something, was watching her. She was right. She had taken a turn between two mausoleums that had once been splendidly ornate marble, but were now badly eroded and covered in greenish-grey lichen, and found herself in a dead end. When she turned to retrace her steps, she saw him. He stood facing her, his tall, muscular frame silhouetted against the moonlight, and her heart started pounding a wild tattoo in her chest.
He strode towards her and she backed away as fast as she could, until she could go no further, her back against the wall. He stopped a few feet away from her, and looked at her. “Lost, are we?” he asked in a low voice that was almost a growl, smiling maliciously. She could see him more clearly now, and realised he was not entirely human. His skin was red, almost scarlet, and his teeth were sharp points, like those of some fierce, carnivorous predator. What she had at first glance mistaken for long hair braided into thick corn rows, were, in fact, fleshy protrusions that tapered to a blunt point at his collarbones, covered in uneven bands of paler skin. He was wearing dark leather trousers with a red sash around the waist, and a linen shirt that may have been white a long time ago, but was now a stained, dirty yellow, with a criss-cross of laces at the chest. Wound around his neck was a metal chain. He looked at her hungrily. His feet were bare.

Chapter 3
Peloquin had followed her through the necropolis silently, inhaling deeply of her scent every now and then. Yes, she was Natural, and he was hungry. He thought she could sense his presence, because he could smell her fear now. Good, he thought, it would make the meat all the sweeter. There was something else as well, he could smell her purity. She was young and pretty, straw coloured hair falling past her shoulder blades in gentle waves, ample breasts concealed under a thin paisley blouse above her slim waist, long, shapely legs in tight fitting denim jeans below. Maybe he would enjoy her in other ways, before he tasted her flesh. Finally tiring of the chase, he followed her into an alley he knew to be a dead end, and revealed himself. She backed away from him, then froze against the wall when she could go no further, like the cornered animal she was. He approached her, placing his hands against the wall either side of her head, leaned in close and took a deep breath of her from the sweet spot where her collarbone met her tender neck. The girl whimpered, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. Peloquin gave a low chuckle, and he could feel his carnal urges rising.
“Please don’t hurt me!” the girl whispered, sobbing quietly. He ran one of his hands playfully through her hair and responded in a low voice “oh, it’s far too late for that. Your life was forfeit the moment you crossed the threshold of this place.” He trailed his fingers slowly over her trembling torso, ripping the buttons of her blouse one at a time, exposing her pert bosom to the cold night air. Her skin was covered in goose bumps, and her small, neat nipples stood erect from the chill. The sight aroused him greatly and he let his fingertips graze her firm buds before grabbing her breasts roughly with both hands. She gasped, then continued to sob quietly, standing there, seemingly frozen with fear. His hands continued their downward journey until they found the fly of her jeans, unbuttoned them, then pushed them down over her slender hips along with her underwear. He grabbed her by the throat and forced her down on her back on the dead grass, before yanking her denim pants roughly off her legs, then straddled her.

Chapter 4
The beast, for that’s what he was, almost all resemblance to man gone now he was directly in front of her, had trapped her against the wall. She could feel the heat radiating from his strong body when he leaned in close and sniffed her. His sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight, and she started to shiver, partially from the cold, but mostly in fear. She had pleaded for her life, to no effect. Then he had begun to undress her. Jessica’s mind seemed unable to comprehend what was happening to her, and she could do nothing but stand still and weep softly. He had ripped the buttons of her blouse and groped her roughly, undone her jeans and pushed them down her hips, before forcing her to the ground, and stripping her lower half completely. Now he was looming above her, starting to pull his own shirt over his head, and it finally dawned on her what he meant to do. She began to struggle, but he had pinned her arms against her sides with his muscular legs. He removed the red sash around his waist, unlaced the fly on his trousers, and exposed himself to her fully. The sight of him elicited a scream, and she began to plead “Nonono! Please! Please don’t! Please let me go!” and she started to struggle harder. The night reverberated with the deep, ugly sound of his laughter.

Chapter 5
He had begun to undress himself when understanding finally spread across the girl’s face, her paralysis broke and she began to struggle against him. She stood no chance of breaking free, so he continued to strip, enjoying the ever more pungent smells emanating from her. When he released his throbbing, erect phallus she screamed, began to fight in earnest, bucking and squirming beneath him, pleading for him to let her go. He only laughed. Yes, he would enjoy taking her before feasting on her tender flesh.
He took both her wrists in one of his strong hands to hold them above her head, used his other one to steady her bucking hips, then lowered himself on top of her. He guided the tip of his pulsing manhood to her entrance, and began to push, savouring the resistance of her maidenhood. He pushed harder, finally breaking the barrier, and slid slowly inside her, grunting with pleasure. Underneath him, the girl screamed in shock and agony. He could smell the hot, coppery smell of blood, spilled when he took her virginity, and struggled to contain the Beast within. After all, he wanted to savour the experience. It had been a long time since he had been able to take a Natural by force, let alone one previously untouched by men.

Chapter 6
The pain when he had entered her had been exquisite, and for a moment she truly believed he had torn her apart. She had screamed, so loud her throat felt like it would burst, and was repulsed by the fact that he revelled in her suffering. The worst of the pain had subsided quickly, and now she could feel him inside her, this alien, hot fullness invading her vulnerable body. She could also feel a hot stickiness spreading between her thighs, and realised she was bleeding. Now he was beginning to slowly move inside her, grunting with every stroke.
Realising the futility of trying to fight him, and holding on to the faint hope that he might let her live if she bore his violation quietly, she stopped struggling and lay still. She closed her eyes and let the tears flow freely.
She felt like the supernatural heat emanating from his body was almost burning her skin, and his humid breath against her neck made her shudder in revulsion. After a while, Jessica realised in horror that her body was betraying her and responding to his deep rhythmical thrusts. The pain had almost completely subsided now, and a not unpleasant sensation was spreading from the lower part of her abdomen.

Chapter 7
Peloquin smiled in satisfaction when the girl beneath him stopped resisting, seemingly resigning herself to her fate. She was lying very still now, tears welling quietly from between her closed eyelids and running down the side of her face and into her golden hair, now messy with dirt and pieces of dead grass. When he began to feel her hips meeting his he began to chuckle. He leaned down, his face close to her ear, and spoke in a low, rumbling voice. “Give yourself over to the pleasures of the flesh. Your body was made for this, it knows what it wants and few are lucky enough to die in the throes of ecstasy.”
The tears streaking her dirt-stained face were drying now, and he felt her relinquishing the last shreds of hope of survival, giving herself over to her fate.
The strokes of his passion intensifying, Peloquin felt the Beast was close now, boiling under his skin, as he neared his climax.

Chapter 8
Jessica knew she was lost. The animal she had fallen prey to had left her in no doubt that he meant to take her life and feast on her flesh once he had finished satisfying his other urges.
This realisation filled her with a strange sense of calm that stopped her tears, and all that remained to her was to savour the last moments of her life.
She relaxed and let herself feel every sensation the situation offered, from the cool soil and dry, dead grass beneath her naked back, the clean night air, mingled with the musky smell of the creature on top of her, the scent of her own sweat and blood. She listened to her own breathing, now rapid and shallow, and his, grunting now with every stroke of his hips. She accepted his weight pinning her down, and the heat emanating from his muscular body, his manhood filling her up, and started to move with him, finding real pleasure in the rhythmic movement. She felt a pleasant warmth spreading from her nether regions, her pelvic muscles started tensing in anticipation of the coming fulfilment and found herself moaning softly.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at the creature that had taken her innocence, and would soon take her life. He looked back at her, and she could see any last trace of reasoned thought leave his eyes as he gave himself over to the Beast within.
She felt him tense on top of her, twitching deep inside her, as he reached his climax with a deep howl, and her body responded in kind, her orgasm gripping him tightly, her pulsing matching his.
Her final moment was an explosion of bright pain as he sank his sharp teeth into the soft skin of her throat, and a scream that turned into a bubbling gurgle as her own blood filled her mouth. Then there was only blackness.

Chapter 9
Peloquin felt the girl let herself go, and smiled to himself. Her corruption was complete, and she had let herself accept her carnal instincts. Now she was matching his movements and he felt her tightening around him as she was nearing satisfaction.
The girl looked into his eyes as he reached his own conclusion, and he finally let the Beast take hold of him. He howled, then took her life in one vicious bite, letting her hot blood fill his mouth, drinking deeply of the spicy, thick liquid.
He feasted on her flesh, savouring every sweet morsel until his hunger was sated.
What remained of her after he finished, he left outside the walls of the necropolis for whichever hungry scavengers that roamed the forest at night.
He cleaned himself up, and made his way to one of the hidden entrances to the hidden city. All his urges well satisfied, he would find himself a quiet corner and rest soundly.
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