Satanic Vigilante

He is the predator, he is going to take her, have her.

SUPERNATURAL | EROTIC | HORROR

My satanic vigilantes have been quiet recently so here’s a short freebie to remind you that they are still out there.

He steps through the open window, his boots crunching on the broken glass. A woman is standing staring at him from the opposite side of the dark room.

This one is going to be easy. The last one screamed and fought back until I choked the life out of her. Served her right, the bitch scratched my face, dragged her nails down my cheek as I fucked her. This one’s older, but still a looker, I’ll enjoy her.

“You came,” she turns and looks at him, her voice aristocratic across the silence of the room. She ignores the broken window behind him and the knife in his hand. “How nice. It’s been such a long time since I tasted a young man and you look so strong. What would you like?”

You wanna taste me? Yeah, you’ll taste my cock whilst you suck on it and I make you beg for life. What would I like? You’re right - I’m strong, I’ll take what I want. I am going to fuck you, bang away at you until I’ve had my fill. You’ll be glad when I come because that will be the end. Looks like you’re alone in this dump - miles from anywhere. I’ll have some fun, no one will hear you scream.

She leans across the table, her eyes fixed on him. The straps of her dress fall off her shoulders revealing the tops of her breasts. “Would you like to fuck me?”

There is a blur of movement. She is standing in front of him. He stands frozen, like a statue. “Let me take that,” she slides the knife from his hand and drops it on the floor.

Oh fuck, how did she do that? She’s so close. My knife, where is my knife? Those eyes, so green, so bright.

Her hand moves between his legs, grasping the bulge in his jeans. “Young men are so virile,” she pauses and looks into his eyes, “their meat is so hard.” Her dress slips from her shoulders and crumples on the floor.

Who cares and that’s some body. She’s pulled my cock out, obviously wants it. It’s so hard it hurts and her hand around it and it feels so…

Ripping his shirt open and pulling his jeans down she pushes him onto the floor. She squats astride him, naked, the lips of her sex open like a carnivorous flower and she slides onto his solid column of flesh. Flexing her legs she rides him. “Did you think… you were…” she speaks each phrase as she rises up, “…the apex predator.” She rams herself down onto him.

Oh God, that feels so good. I’m gonna come. Yes, take that load. Oh fuck, she’s still moving. I cannot stop, it’s pouring out of me.

“No, human, you are the prey.” She throws back her head and opens her mouth and a smoky mist curls out of it as she continues to ram herself onto his rigid flesh. “And you taste so good.” His body jerks in its final spasms and then lays still and stiff, his mouth and unseeing eyes wide open.

She stands up. Two creatures appear beside her. Like hyenas, they have strong back legs of coiled muscle that make them look shorter than the front. Their snarls reveal rows of sharp teeth set in powerful jaws.

“You may feed, my pets.” She looks down at the carcass. “I have taken my fill.” The dress rises up off the floor and wraps itself around her. She turns to leave as the beasts pounce on their meal tearing at flesh and crunching bone intent on devouring every morsel.

With thanks to John A. Brown who coined the phase Satanic Vigilantes in one of his comments on my stories.

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