Chapter 3: Meeting & Mating A Certain Special Someone
You dry off and get dressed, leaving Rei alone in your bedroom before heading down to meet up with Alexandra. Chanelle is making lunch - burgers, by the looks of things - while Alexandra is idly watching her from her seat, a certain amount of lust in her gaze as her tongue presses up against her cheek. "Oh, hey," Alex says, as she turns to spot you there. It takes her longer than it normally would; you think your footfalls have gotten lighter. "Look who finally came out of his cave. Or nest? Do snakes have nests?"
"Yeah, yeah, yuck it up," you tell her, and she reaches for your arm - you dance out of her grasp, provoking a giggling chase scene which soon ends with her pinning you to the ground, leaning down atop you.
"Gotcha," she teases, before kissing your cheek and letting you up.
"I was wondering if you could help me practice some self-defense," you tell her. "In case, you know, the vampire shows up again." You can see as Chanelle's figure tightens for a moment, but Alexandra just shrugs.
"Sure. Let's get out to the yard," she says, with a jerk of her head, the pair of you going towards the back yard. "Call us when the food's ready, hon," she yells out in an overtly affectionate manner, before you wind up outside. "Alright. First rule of self-defense, learn how to run."
The pair of you dance around one another for a good ten or twenty minutes. There's sporadic surges of energy that, at first, you can't really control, the incandescent furnace in your heart burning bright, before at last you manage to ignite it properly, your body spinning and twisting with elegant, superhuman fluidity, every twitch and twist of your hips and feet serving to protect you and keep you moving. Alexandra notices the shift, and doubles down on trying to catch you, but it doesn't come together no matter how hard she tries, your sheer inhuman speed lasting quite some time before it finally fades.
"Food's ready!" Chanelle calls out, at about the same time.
"You got fast," Alexandra notes, with some interest, as the two of you come back inside. "Ha... thought shapeshifters needed to go visit the..." she wiggles her hand vaguely in the air. "Spirit world, I think? To pick up new tricks. Guess not."
You follow Alexandra back inside. Chanelle's already set everything out, so you get in place. She makes some really, really good food, and the burger's just the right mix of juicy and chewy to make it a real pleasure to bite into. You practically sigh at the taste. First non-living meat you've eaten in what feels like a long time, given you went hunting earlier today.
You put the burger down for a second. "Tastes great, Chanelle," you compliment.
Alexandra just gives out a muffled 'mhm' around the burger in her mouth, not even bothering to stop. When Chanelle gives her a look, she just replies with a thumbs-up, earning a snort.
After taking another bite of your food, you prompt Alexandra. "You mentioned the spirit world? What's that like?"
Alexandra hungrily wolfs down what's in her mouth, a loud gulp following it up, and puts down the burger. "It was all religion to me, you know? Pagan stuff. Didn't even realize it was that rare until I joined the Air Force. There's two major gods, Gaia and Luna. Bunch of little gods. Animistic? Oh, the spirit, I don't really know that much about it. When I was little it was kind of... mystical? Like only these, the chosen of Gaia, can visit there, sort of thing. When I got older I figured out that chosen of Gaia means werewolves. It's... a place, where there are spirits. Not the big guys, but the little ones, and the big guys' servants. It looks kind of like our world, but weird, I think. 'sall I know."
"Does the water shimmer like rainbows?" You ask, remembering when you entered that world, were seared by those ribbon-things.
"That does sound like it. You went?"
"I guess I must have," you reply. Hard to think of what else it could've been. Unless there's other weird parallel worlds? "Are there other worlds like that?"
"Apparently there's a land of the dead, but I don't know anything about it. Might not be real. Just superstition," she says, wiggling her fingers at the air.
"I didn't see any ghosts so I don't think it was the underworld or some crap. Just weird ribbons."
"Ribbons?" She squints, as if trying to remember something. "That sounds... I think there's a spirit that look like that? Must've been important if somebody described it and I remembered it, but fuck if I can remember what it was."
"It's fine, I don't expect much from you."
Alexandra gives a playful scowl and flicks her finger at you. Sensing that the two of you are finished, Chanelle quickly changes the topic of conversation, asking about how things are going at school (your grades are great, you don't mention the bullying, etc). She congratulates you on your growth spurt, which, oddly, feels weird, even though you deserve more congratulations on it than most guys do, since you did it on purpose. When you finish your meal, you thank Chanelle and head back upstairs.
"You can lucid dream by repeating before you sleep that you're going to dream, over and over," Rei starts, but you just flop on the bed and take the computer from her.
"I need to check on something," you tell her, feeling an urge to check on various things.
The first thing you do is look through what you can find from "chr". Unfortunately, he seems to set most of his systems to shut down during the day - presumably, since he can't use them - but you do find some things of interest. The prince reference is recurrent even among the files you can find, some type of local vampire lord (or manager, or general), and you eventually identify the Prince as (supposedly) Milicent Rowdon, the owner of a local startup company called Techarate, which by the looks of their internal documents, primarily peddles in incomprehensible monetary shell games and preys on angel investors for some payoff that will never come.
Beyond that, you can't get much more. It's not like she's posting about how much she loves drinking blood on her company accounts; she's just a domineering boss who only appears when the sun is down. With a copious amount of flirting in her various chats with her angel investors... sometimes veering right into sexting without the faintest hint of remorse. Including lewd images. Which you, naturally, save.
She's a large-breasted blonde and she looks real good in lingerie. You cannot be blamed for your decision here.
In any case, with that done, you turn your attention towards things more... like yourself. Just general trying to find any evidence of what you are. Or what... Contemptuous Demise was. The problem is that once you start really looking, everything looks like it might be related to the supernatural. Animal attack on loggers. Outbreak of lethal anemia of unknown etiology on a cruise ship. You decide to focus your efforts on just the local city, looking for anything particularly strange...
It's not actually the strangest bit of news you find (that would be a kidnapping attempt related to a cult which was believed to be for the purpose of human sacrifice). But something about it seems vaguely important. Six deaths, unknown firearm. Targets are believed to have been gang members, but these weren't shootouts, but assassinations. You get inside the police files on the subject, flicking through what they have. Same gun each time. First guy didn't have a gun on him when his body was recovered, likely it was stolen to be used in the subsequent killings. Estimated height of killer, based on wounds, 5'-5'6".
It shouldn't matter to you at all. So somebody's playing Death Wish, it's not your problem. But for some strange reason, you can't help but be entranced. Even Rei seems to realize something's up, and become similarly enticed into what you're searching through...
As the sun wanes in the sky, though, there's a report from first responders at the scene of a major fire, a mansion on the outskirts of town. Once it's put out, they find seventeen dead inside. Information filters through to you slowly. Apparently whoever did it started in the basement. A lot of information is hard to tell, due to the fire, but there are bloodstains on singed walls which suggest to your well-honed eyes that the basement was used for torture or similar. Except there are four dead bodies are in that room, facing towards where the center was, lying on their backs, with bullet holes visible despite the immolation. As if they were killed by the person who should have been being tortured. Another three outside; more, and more, the body count rising ever higher in a manner that suggests the victim somehow got free, got a gun, and killed their way through seventeen people without even suffering an injury.
It feels important to you, though you can't really say quite how.
There's obviously the resemblance to your own condition - somebody was being tortured and threatened with death, then gained supernatural powers. That isn't what really has you rolling around on this story, though. Obviously the assassinations don't involve that, since they came before...
You decide to look into the assassinations further, getting data on the victims, going through what information you can. They all lived within a roughly twelve block area, labeled by the cops as the territory of the Shafter Block Gang. They are all black, but that's about right for that neighborhood. They were murdered pretty much right where they lived. Different nights, different streets, but generally within the gang territory, one by one, over the course of the past month. Based on CIs, the cops think the Shafters reached out to a bigger, wealthier gang for protection, offering tribute for aid; this was before the two most recent assassinations, but you'd guess they finally succeeded in grabbing the perpetrator.
Too bad for them what actually happened next. Sucks to suck, as it were.
The assassination victims all fit the standard profile for a gang member - teens or early twenties, male, no father figure, lived with their mother, frequently drug users, had multiple girlfriends, the general drama. For the first one or two, they were clearly pursuing the angle of "spurned lover," but by number three the cops looked at it as a serial killer, putting together a profile. Two major possibilities they put forth: assassin hired by a rival gang, or local with a grudge. In either case, probably a male in early 20s with a military background, given the precision of the shots. Went around questioning people who fit the profile, but didn't get much of anywhere that way.
You put together a profile of the attacks, trying to work out where and when whoever did this will strike again. Angles of attack, targets, variations, using the autopsies of their previous victims to put together a profile. Most likely, they won't be attacking again tonight, but instead heading home. They act with total secrecy, after all - thus the immolation of the mansion they were held captive in, reduces the possibility of identifying them from any blood samples or other data, makes it harder to identify their victims. They even managed to get in two kills while under significantly increased scrutiny before being caught. So, somebody who can be an effective guerilla.
What if the profile's wrong? Most men aren't in the 5'0"-5'6" range - average height for an African-American male in the United States is 5'9". If the perpetrator was a child, or female, they might be overlooked, making it easier to keep killing... it wouldn't be the typical profile, but if they had some kind of magical power, it might be possible. Except they got out after being captured - that is, they weren't capable of protecting themselves, which doesn't seem to fit the profile of what they managed on capture.
You'll keep an open mind on age and gender, at least.
Part two, next target, next target. Male, gang member. Would they go killing again? They clearly can't quit while they're ahead, so yes, but not immediately. Shafter Block Gang might go to ground after this, stay in groups, would make it even harder. It'd be much easier to track them down yourself, rather than having to wait for them to...
They're going to smell of blood. Maybe not enough for a normal person to notice - if you were them, you'd shower after the kills at the mansion, maybe even wash your clothes if you were confident you'd have the time. A shapeshifter might reduce the smell profile even further, not even have to wash up. But for your senses? It should be possible. "Rei, turn into a crow, we're tracking this person down." You need to know what it is about them that has you so bothered.
Rei just nods, seemingly agreeing with you. You both adopt the form of a crow and take to the skies.
The Shafter Block Gang's territory isn't too large. You open your senses and catch whiffs of the thick scent of blood, presumably from the previous six kills, but you're looking for something more muted, and you find it. You follow it to an apartment building, the thing towering as an ugly expression of modern poverty. You fly around it a few times, hoping to somehow spot whoever did it.
On the third go-around, a young black girl, done up in what looks like Japanese schoolgirl cosplay, opens up a window. She's entrancingly beautiful, with vivid azure eyes that seem to be full of intensity and intelligence... and which promptly fall on you, drawn as if you were brilliant red. Her head tilts gently as she considers you, her lips pursing slowly. Her gaze flicks back and forth between you and Rei, as if seeking out some understanding of what she's seeing...
You flutter down onto the edge of the windowsill she's leaning over; she doesn't try to stop you, just watching as you tentatively enter her home. Or, her bedroom. The style isn't quite cohesive, but it does verge on it - black blankets, almost Victorian dressers, and walls coated in posters of various rather dark anime like Attack on Titan, Death Parade, Jormungand, Hell Girl, Psycho Pass, Death Note...
You transform back into a human, and she startles, and as if from the aether, a gun forms in her hand, wisps of black smoke congealing into a pistol that she immediately points at you. "Well hello there, handsome," she says, using a word that nobody would ever use to describe you but seeming sincere and playful as she says it. "Mind me asking what brings you into my boudoir?"
"An unnatural attraction," you say, raising your hands defensively. Man, you don't like having a gun pointed at you, though you guess showing up in a girl's room unannounced does get this kind of response. Bah. Whatever. It's not like you attacked her. She should just chill. "I'm Brighton Maxwell. And you?"
She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it. A moment later, she speaks again. "You can call me the Prettiest Princess."
"Interesting name, Princess," you say, and there's the tiniest wriggle of her lips, as if she was hoping you'd call her something other than that. It's literally what she told you to call her, though. "How about we share stories? I tell you how I learned to turn into a bird, you tell me how you learned to make guns out of thin air?"
"Sure. You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." The words seem to drip with not-so-hidden sexual meaning, and given how pretty she is, it's producing quite the response in your pants.
"I was just minding my own business, rumbling through the internet and looking for anything nifty, and I happened to stumble upon a vampire chat room. They spotted me there, and one of them tracked me down and broke my legs. He was going to kill me too, drain my blood, then something happened and I turned into a snake monster."
"A snake monster?" She quirks her eyebrow. "That's not a crude euphemism for how thick and long you are, right?" Her eyes glitter with perverse glee.
Are you supposed to flirt back? She still has a gun on you, kind of a mood killer in your opinion. Well, not really, since she's fucking hot, but it is rude. "It isn't, but I can make my dick as big as you want."
"Can you give it barbs, like a cat's?" Her chest rises and falls in a way that strongly suggests she's not just teasing you.
That doesn't mean you have the foggiest what to say next. "I can turn into a cat. Anyway," you say, before going down this rabbit hole too far, "what's your story?"
"Oh." She looks a little disappointed to have the conversation shift back to her. "I got captured by some freaky Japanese guys who were also vampires. They and their buddies tortured me all day long until they couldn't do it any more." She smiles, licking her lips a little. "I was fine with it. Six kills to their one. Even if they killed my mom, that's still six to two. But then..." she actually shivers in ecstatic glee. "Then. Then! I died! I died, but right, right there, on that last little hair's breadth of life I got to come back and here I am! Bam bam fucking bam, all dead like that." She snaps her fingers, wild manic glee in her eyes. "Today's been fucking amazing. Is God rewarding me for all my good deeds with a hot shapeshifting boyfriend?"
You're not entirely sure that God is involved at all, since Alexandra says there's a spirit realm with Gaia and Luna and other weird pagan stuff going on. However, when a girl this hot asks if you're her God-given boyfriend, the answer is always 'yes.' You muster up your best line. Given how horned up she is, it's probably fine if it's cheesy. "If God's rewarding you with a hot shapeshifting boyfriend, then He must also be rewarding me with a hot gun-slinging princess for a girlfriend." He's probably rewarding you for being awesome and cool in general, since you haven't done anything particularly noteworthy lately.
The line doesn't seem to really excite her, actually. She's not turned off, but you'd almost expected her to jump you after saying a line like that. Instead, she spins the gun around her finger rather than pointing at you, which is nice. There's an overwhelming ambient energy to her. She's a good full foot shorter than you, but she's exudes danger, a kind of unpredictability at play even when she's just lewdly staring at you with heaving chest. She lets the gun vanish from existence, turning back into the vaporous nothing from whence it came. "I just killed like twenty people." Seventeen, you think, but you don't correct her. "How about you rape me right in my bedroom, right here and now?"
Well, you're not going to argue with that. 11/10 babe, asks to get raped, why ask pesky questions that might ruin the mood? You stride towards her and just grab her by the shoulders, forcing her down onto her back on the bed. She salivates a little, swallowing a thick amount of saliva as she automatically spreads her legs. "My mom's home so you gotta be quiet," she tells you, though her eyes practically scream for you to do the opposite to be loud and noisy so her mother has to listen to her getting fucked senseless. "Just ruin me, ruin me for other men, yeah. Rape me with your monster white cock."
You decide not to disappoint her with your fairly normal penis. It's not small - at six inches, it's even a little above average - but she wants more. Maybe it's a waste of the intense power that flows through your body, but you could feel it recover as the sun went down. You make it about as big as a guy's can get, twelve inches long and with the same thickness as a coke can, even as you peel her panties off, revealing her dripping wet pink sex, the bright color of her inner folds contrasting the dark chocolate skin that surround them. Her breasts rise and fall with each desperate breath as you start to play with your own pants, your cock bouncing free, and her eyes grow wide.
"Oh my God, is that even real? That's so big, fuck, it's gonna completely split me in two," she says, even as she spreads her legs further to accommodate you, flipping her skirt up with her hands to show off her sex. You just move into position, teasing your cock at her slit as you get ready to fuck her senseless.
You've got a hot babe ready to fuck. It's time to go. You grab her by the thighs, holding them up a little, enjoying the feeling of her lithe legs, then just ram it in her waiting cunt without the slightest hesitation. Her whole body jerks on the bed in response, a little gasp escaping her throat as you bury yourself inside her. Only about two-thirds of your cock actually manages to get inside her cunt - it's not so much that she's too tight (though she's so tight it feels like your cock forms an airtight seal in there), it's that you're too big, and there just isn't any more space for you to go.
She doesn't seem to mind though. If she's in pain from how big you are, it's the kind that mixes together with pleasure, because she's gasping for air like a guppy, her back arching. You start ripping at her blouse and jacket, the buttons popping free as you just tear her tops off. Her tits are gorgeous, full, firm round things currently confined in a simple plain white bra that delightfully contrasts her dark skin. You just tear it off too, grunting for a moment with exertion before her hands reach behind her and undo the strap, letting you yank it off too. Her dark areolas are almost pitch black, and her nipples seem to plead to be grabbed. Your fingers reach for them, pinching them in either hand, and you just yank.
She howls in pleasure at that, casting her head back, her legs snapping around your waist. You're surprised to find that she's not actually that strong - something about her felt like she was the most dangerous woman in the world. You're not the most muscular guy but her legs feel almost limp as they drag at you. Of course, you can't get the entirety of your new giant dick inside her no matter how she tries to grind you against the entrance to her womb.
You grab her by the hair, yanking at her long dark locks, enjoying the silken feel of them as you pull on her hair. She almost coos in response to the rough treatment, and you leer down into her brilliant blue eyes, your cock twitching at the way her lips part just so, a soft exhalation of breath combined with a look of smoldering white hot arousal as her cunt drools all over your length.
"I'm going to rape you, over, and over," you grunt out, as you start to really ram your cock against the deepest parts of her. She gurgles, saliva spilling out over her lower lip as she gets treated so roughly. "This is just the new customer package." You drink in her scent, the salty tang of sweat dripping with identifiable arousal, as if she was a bitch in heat. "I'm going to make you my personal cum dumpster. Once your cunt's broken in, I'll move on to your ass, your mouth, your tits. Every single one of your holes is going to get stained with my scent, and I'm going to coat you in so much cum that-" you don't manage to finish the sentence before she comes again, her cunt tightening around your cock as she spasms in ecstasy, hips bucking wildly.
You just enjoy the sensation, riding it out. You think a bit more of your dick is in her, now - maybe nine inches to the previous eight - but there's still plenty that can't quite fit. "Coat me, coat me, in so much cum I look like a white girl," she sputters out, saliva speckling the air as she speaks. "Ah, fuck me with your big fat white cock! Fucking use my tight black pussy!" Her legs wrap around your waist and she thrashes in place, grinding herself against you, mania in her eyes, now. "Slap me, spank me, show me that I'm nothing but your bitch."
She howls in pleasure for a third time as she comes again, and you bring down a sharp strike on one of her breasts, making her gurgle in pleasure, going cross-eyed for a long few seconds as pleasure and pain mix together in her head in what's clearly an intoxicating brew. The only reason you haven't come yet is that it's hard to really get a good pace going, with just how tight she is and the way she gets even tighter every time she comes, meaning you just pretty much wind up sitting there whenever she does.
You let go of her hair, abandon her tits for the moment, and instead grasp her ankles, putting them up on your shoulders. You twist her forward, inch by inch, until she's turned into a V shape, her feet wobbling back and forth on either side of your head as you're close enough for your noses to touch. The realization that you haven't even kissed her comes to mind, and you press your lips against hers in a hungry kiss, willing your tongue to stretch out into her mouth, slobber falling down from your mouth and into hers as she hungrily swallows every last drop.
The new position lets you get even deeper, seemingly with each thrust. One moment there's three inches of your cock left to the open air; the next there's two; then only one; and finally, all of your cock is entirely buried inside her, her stomach bulging faintly to accommodate your girth. She squeals and thrashes in wild-eyed ecstasy, her brain seemingly entirely shut off from arousal and pleasure.
You keep going for what feels like eternity, the hot bitch beneath you coming her brains out and making you feel like a sexual god. Your senses are still expanded, from when you were hunting her down, so you get to hear her loud pants echo in the room, her squeals of delight almost deafening. You also get to smell her, the thick scent of sweat and arousal pooling together, her breath having an almost blackberry scent to it. Last of all, you hear the faint squeak of the door, another person's breath audible as a woman (presumably her mother) briefly looks in before concluding that everything is perfectly fine and squeaking the door shut again.
If the girl beneath you noticed, she doesn't show the slightest sign, just continuing to noisily suck on your tongue as you grope and squeeze the supple flesh of her tits, letting your fingers sink into her flesh. Her own hands run and scrape through your hair and along your scalp, wild and frantic, and you break off the kiss to speak up. "I can copy myself," you breathe out, your voice intense with meaning, making her squirm. "I can gangbang you with this monster cock."
She squeals and gurgles, a froth of spit running up out of her mouth as she thrashes so hard you almost worry she's having a seizure. The way her cunt rhythmically spasms around your cock, rushing up and down your length with an iron tight grip, pushes you over the edge, and you simply bottom out and explode, spraying your cum directly inside her deepest points, your balls slapping against her ass as you do so.
A minute later, you pop out, both of you panting and gasping for breath.
Even as you sag a little from the end of your exertions, you give her tit a sharp smack, making her squirm in response, legs wriggling behind you. "Are you satisfied with your reward?"
"Only if you promise to do it again, goshujinsama," she says, your cock twitching at the dropping of the Japanese word for Master.
You shift around on the bed. Since you're taller than her now, you can easily take up the role of the big spoon. The only thing she's still wearing is her skirt, while your flagging dick rubs against her firm butt in a way that is definitely encouraging you to try to go for a round two. "Sure thing, bitch," you say, with a casual confidence that's mostly affected, but it's not like she knows. She lets out a hot pant at the word, clearly liking being called that. "You like that, huh, bitch? Well, you're my bitch from now on, so I don't see why I should call you anything else." She squirms in pleasure, wriggling against you like a worm caught on a hook, libidinous energy threatening to overflow.
"Ah... goshujinsama, this black bitch loves getting fucked and raped and ruined with your monstrous white cock, it's a god's cock, completely ruining me for other men forever."
You're getting hard again. You'd definitely love to fuck her a second time, but you also do have some things you'd like to know. "What do you want to do with your new powers?" You ask. "I'm happy to help if it'll be fun, bitch." Your fingers dig into her tit as you say that, clawing at the bare flesh and making her kick her legs a little, delight on her face.
"I want to kill every member of the Shafter Block Gang, then all the guys from that Japanese gang that took me to that mansion, then every gang member in the city until there aren't any left." Her breathing's erratic as she speaks, as if this discussion topic was as arousing to her as the thought of getting fucked by your cock. "Ah... all the vampires that are preying on people, too, like the one that attacked you, or the Japanese ones in that gang, just kill and kill and kill until there aren't any left."
"That's fine by me," you tell her, leaning forward to nibble on her neck a little, enjoying the salty taste of her flesh. Her taste is especially sharp on your tongue, strong enough that you can practically savor the flavor of her arousal as it mixes in with the salt and water of her sweat. "We'll need to plan things out."
"Mhm," she half-moans, a throaty noise as her body squirms in delight. "I was thinking that I just go out tonight and start killing the Shafter Block Gang like they're animals and it's open season. Ooo, I could wear a mask. I have a box of face masks, I could scribble a skull on them with permanent marker. That and a hoodie, and nobody would be able to identify me."
Alright, she's real sexy but you're not sure what's between her ears is working right. Definitely not right now, at least. "What can you actually do, bitch?"
"I can make guns from air, and I can shoot really, really good. I was killing like four, five guys a second back at the mansion. Ahh, that's where they were torturing me, but I killed them all and burned the place down so the cops couldn't trace it back to me." There's a giddiness to her voice that mixes with the lewdness and the arousal. "There was only - ah, they didn't get my name, they just grabbed me, started torturing me, didn't even know who I was, goshujinsama." She has a little, manic laugh. "They forced my mom into prostitution to pay off my dad's debts, and they didn't even know who I was." She giggles more. "Well they're all dead now! Oh, but they only had one of the vampires stick around. I had to shoot him in the head three times before he died. Rotted just like that." She snaps her fingers. "It was so cool."
"Anything besides shooting, bitch?"
"I'm pretty good at stalking people, goshujinsama. I know the gangs well too, that's how I killed six gangsters before they ever even caught me the first time."
"Alright. Now, bitch, I need you to think, alright? How many people does the Shafter Block Gang have? How many bases?"
"Ah... they have about fifty people. They have an office where the leadership hangs out and they keep the money. Oh, I could totally just go into one and kill everyone there now, before I couldn't because there were too many, I had to kill them one-on-one, but now it doesn't matter if there's a dozen armed guys there."
That's way too risky, you just got a hot black babe who calls you goshujinsama with a masochistic streak that's so big it's more a masochistic horizon. You don't want her to kill herself because she's high on the power. "Are there any factions within the gang? Could we set them against one another in a civil war?"
"Mm, I guess... I want to kill them though, pull the trigger and watch them die, it's just so good, goshujinsama, have you ever killed anybody?" After a second's hesitation, you shake your head. "It's the best feeling. We should kill that vampire that hurt you, that way you can see how good it is to just kill someone."
You sigh. She's not really thinking clearly right now. The woes of being a guy with a monster dick who satisfies a woman so much she turns into a giggly mess. "You know the tags for surrounding gangs, right? Stuff we could spray on the walls, or colors to wear in case we're spotted?"
"Yes, I do, goshujinsama," she agrees, readily. "That's a great idea. Ah... then the cops will just assume it was another gang! We should go do it right now, we can buy a spray can and within an hour they'll be dead and everybody will think it's the next gang over. No, wait... then they won't know it was me. Not me-me, but I want them afraid, like how they made my mother afraid."
"Listen, bitch," you say, fingers digging roughly into the flesh of her breast, making her squeal and wiggle around wildly, a bit of spittle escaping her mouth as she clearly enjoys being groped like this. "We need to be smart about this. When they sense they're being targeted, they'll flee like a bunch of rats. We have to go get them where they live, find any extra hideouts, all that kind of stuff, so that we can exterminate them with extreme prejudice."
She wiggles a little in place. "Goshujinsama... I don't care if they run away. If they stop being gang members on their own then it's fine, isn't it? They've stopped being gang members. I mean, vampires are one thing, but gang members are just people. Maybe they'll even shape up their lives if they're given a second chance."
Oh. Weird. Not how you thought she was going to take it. Well, alright then. "The other major thing to do is to steal their money. I want to be able to buy some nice things for you, as long as you behave yourself like a good girl."
She mewls happily at that, snuggling against you for a long moment. She doesn't even point out that she'd probably be doing most of the work, with the killing the gang members. Damn, your dick completely tamed this girl and made her your happy bitch. It's fucking awesome. "Goshujinsama, can I please be allowed to suck your cock? Can you please rape my mouth with this massive dick of yours? Show me what my black throat is good for, taking big hard white cock?"
How can you say no to a request like that? You stop spooning her, lying on your back atop her black blankets. She swiftly crawls between your legs, opening her lips wide, obvious anticipation in her eyes - then you grab her hair, taking a tight grip and using it to keep her from sucking cock. "What is it, goshujinsama?" She breathes out, lust in her words, the denial of having the very tip of your monster cock an inch from her mouth - so close you can feel her breath on you - clearly getting her aroused. You spot, out of the corner of your eye, Rei's crow form, wriggling in a familiar fashion on the windowsill.
"If you want to suck my cock, it'll be as a reward for being a good girl," you tell her. She nods rapidly, waiting for you to explain. "You have to promise you won't go around killing people without my permission. You're not getting caught since you're my bitch and I'm not letting you go to jail or get kidnapped by vampires again, but you're too horny whenever you think about killing people. I'll relieve that arousal and make sure you don't get caught, but you have to come to me first, bitch. Understand?"
"Yes, goshujinsama. I promise." She tries to swoop down, but you keep a tight hold on her hair, making her whimper, saliva splashing out of her mouth as she strains against your grip futilely. It's really sexy, watching those pretty lips stretch wide to try to reach your cock.
"One other thing," you tell her. She nods. "Promise that you'll never have sex with anybody but me."
"Yes, goshujinsama, of course, I promise that too."
You let go of her hair, then, and she immediately starts trying to choke herself on your dick. She only gets a quarter of the way down before she gags, and you can see as Rei sputters herself. Yeah, she's riding your bitch's senses, not yours.
For the moment, you lie there, resting as she chokes herself on your cock. Saliva splatters out of her mouth each time she chokes a little on your cock, the rain of her spittle hard to distinguish from the juices that have already been smeared across your dick from her earlier work. You reach down for her breasts, absently squeezing and groping the flesh, fingers just digging right in. "Yeah, that's a good girl... Hinata," you say, and her eyes flick up to yours. "Suck my big fat dick, you horny big-titted stalker."
She mewls in delight, eyelashes fluttering a little, and gets rougher in her attempts to force your cock down her throat. More gagging noises emanate from her throat as she repeatedly tries to jam herself deeper, and judging by the way Rei keeps twitching, she's still watching through your bitch's eyes. Fuck, it's sexy, having two girls at the same time like this, and your fingers tighten on her breasts, fingers digging in hard. "You like that, Misaka? You're my quiet sexy bitch, submissive and protective, right? You love sucking my cock because you live to be my slave, isn't that correct?"
She nods erratically around your dick, the movements somewhat forced. You notice that she's balancing on one hand, the other down in her groin, no doubt frantically masturbating as she tries her best to learn to handle your cock. "Suck my cock, Rei. Suck that fucking cock like your life depended on it." She tries to get herself further down, but it's to no avail - you take a firm grip on her hair and start forcibly fucking her on your cock, leaning up to stand atop her bed, her on her knees in front of you as she takes it. Those dangerous blue eyes of hers seem hazy with arousal, as she frantically jills herself off, the wet noises of her shlicking joining with your furious pump-pumps. Rei the crow erratically fidgets, clearly deeply aroused herself.
The door gingerly squeaks open again, which surprises you - you'd expected that her mom would have left you be. You don't glance that way, but you notice this time that she's not leaving. There's a hitching of breath, her heart rate climbing. Ah, in this position, she can actually see just how big your dick is, as most of it can't actually manage to get its way past her daughter's pretty lips.
Fucking hell, exhibitionism is hot. Three women, all quivering in arousal at your massive thick cock, the thing that's currently fucking your bitch's throat. She actually comes, hips bucking in a spasming orgasm, and you grind her against your cock, really trying your best to take advantage of her body's distraction to wedge yourself deeper into her throat. She gets maybe another two inches down your dick before her movement is completely arrested, a splatter of saliva escaping her lips as she sputters on your cock.
"Man, I wish I knew what your name actually was, my little bitch," you tell her, choking her on your cock with frantic force. "I guess it's fine that you can't tell me right now, though, since your mouth is otherwise occupied with this big, fat, throbbing cock." She drools around your dick, going cross-eyed, just falling slack beneath you like she's completely given up on anything but accepting your cock. The relaxation of her body lets you ram your cock full force down her throat, taking almost three quarters of its length before her gag reflex arrests your movement again. She sputters and jerks in asphyxiating bliss, hand going to her cunt again as you hold her there, grinding her in place, enjoying the humiliation you're lumping upon her as well as your rough play. "Maybe I should call you Akane, my hot little gun master, huh? Kill whoever she's told by her goshujinsama?"
She comes at that point, eyes rolling up as she passes out on your cock. The raw pleasure of the sensations in question makes you nearly come, and you pull back, starting to explode as your cock leaves her throat, making her cough and sputter as a couple thick splatters of cum escape your dick. You keep moving, making your way right past her lips to just spray white cum all over her pretty face. Dark ebony skin is soon stained ivory white with thick clumps of cum, the irregular placement winding up somewhere between a tiger's stripes and a leopard's spots on her face.
She swills what's in her mouth, tongue noisily licking at the thick stuff, practically chewing it as she reclines there, still kneeling before you, looking up at you with one hazy eye - the other's blocked up by a thick stream of cum.
You turn your gaze to the door. "You can come in, ma'am." You can hear the woman's heart rate race, and she squirms inside.
She's a gorgeous, middle-aged black woman, with lovely big tits and curly hair and a sweet mien. She also looks like she spent all day crying. Given that your bitch spent most of the day being kidnapped and tortured, to hear her tell it, that's not too surprising.
"I'm sorry," her mother says, her voice sweet. "Julia- ah, I'm Mary Jacoby," she adds. She's holding a tray, which she very lightly wiggles to draw attention to it - there's some really nice smelling bacon on it. "I brought you some food for dinner, Julia hasn't had hers."
Your bitch doesn't react to the name Julia at all. She seems to pointedly ignore her mother's words, just staring dimly up at you with one dizzy eye.
"Well, Julia?" You prompt her. "Why don't you introduce me to your gorgeous mother?"
Julia just stares you at you. She doesn't say a single word.
"Julia," you prompt. You slap her face with your half-erect cock, which is still plenty big.
"Goshujinsama? Why are you hitting me?"
"I asked you a question."
"No? You asked someone else a question. I'm your bitch. Just call me bitch. That other name isn't mine."
"Julia!" Her mother says, her voice sharp. "It, it's one thing to say you don't want to be called Julia any more, but to say that's not even your name? That's an old family name, you know? It was your great grandmother's, God rest her soul."
Once again, Julia doesn't respond at all. It's as if the question wasn't even aimed at her. "Julia," you prompt. No response whatsoever. "Look, bitch," you say, and she comes alive as you grab at her hair, twisting her to face her mother. "Apologize to your mother for being such an ungrateful girl."
Face streaked with cum, the sight an incredibly lewd display, Julia does a dogeza. "Sorry for being such an ungrateful girl, mother."
It's as if Mary's brain restarts, because she suddenly realizes that she's looking at her daughter's cum-streaked face as she's half-naked, her boyfriend's hard cock twitching in the air a little. "I'll just leave the food here," she says, bending over as she puts it down, putting her amazing large breasts on full display in the process, your cock twitching as you see her do it. She hurriedly leaves, slamming the door shut behind her.
"What the hell was that about, Julia?" No response. You grit your teeth. "What the hell was that about, bitch?"
"I don't have a name any more, goshujinsama. That was the price for coming back. It was a really small price to pay, too." Her lips curl into a smile beneath the streaks of cum. "Ah... goshujinsama... that was so hot. The sex. You think my mother is hot, don't you? You should rape her with your cock too. I'm sure she'd turn into your loyal little puddle."
"Great idea, but I'd rather not go to prison, bitch. What's this about your name?"
"That was the price for coming back to life, with all this power," she tells you, fingers wiggling in the air. "Can I scoop your cum up with my fingers, goshujinsama?"
"So you die if you acknowledge your name?" You ask.
"No, I'll just be punished, but not in the fun way you punish me, goshujinsama. Can I please lick every last droplet of your cum up off my face and feed it into my mouth, let the sticky aftertaste hang in my throat as I eat?"
"Punished by who? Or what?"
She shrugs. "Something old and dead, I think. Whatever gave me my power." She licks her lips, pink tongue contrasting her dark skin as she tries to scoop up some of your cum and feed it into her mouth.
You remember that in the dream, Maia's lover had abandoned his name too. He was given a duty he forsook by some ancient corpses called the Neverborn. He was an... Abyssal? Is she the same as him? Something to think about. If you have that dream again you'll pay more attention. "Eat it all up, bitch," you order, and her fingers obediently begin to slide along her face, collecting semen and pushing it into her mouth, noisily sucking on her fingers, making a real show of it, as if to get you hard again. Once she's cleaned her face mostly dry, you speak again. "Tell me a little about your mother. I don't want to rape her, but I definitely want her to be mine, just like you are, so be a good girl and give me some tips on how to seduce her."
"Ah..." She gulps, the swallow intensely sexy somehow. "Right now, she has to work as a prostitute, because my dad got really deep in debt then disappeared, so they made her work to pay off his debt. Once they're all dead, though, she won't have to work like that any more. I can even tell her it's all thanks to you, and convince her to get down on her knees and thank you for your kindness, given to a lowly black bitch like her, while we both quiver on our knees in front of you, your personal fucktoys." Her eyes grow more and more wild as she speaks.
You're really doubt her mother's as much of a super masochist as her daughter. She may have watched you facefuck her daughter, but that was probably just awe at your sheer size, rather than actually being horny. She also bailed out when she realized what she'd walked in on.
Still. Having a girl promise to kill fifty people just to get her mother on her knees in front of you to suck your cock is very erotic. "I do like the knight in shining armor idea. I'm not so sure she's as much of a pathetic masochist as you, though, bitch." She squirms in delight at those words, eyelashes fluttering wildly. "Anyway, eat up." Her fingers reach for her face again, a note of confusion on her features since she did get up all the cum. "The food your mother left, bitch," you correct with a laugh, and she actually does seem embarrassed at that, scurrying off the bed to collect her food. She winds up hand-feeding you the meal in bed, which is one of the just... sexiest things ever, really. Naked, hot Japanophile black chick who's a super masochist hand-feeding you food that her mother (who she wants to help you fuck) made. Yeah. You are definitely awesome enough to deserve this. All you got to do is keep it is help her murder a bunch of bad people. Sounds great.
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