The Huntress
A DARK URBAN EROTIC FANTASY
A Story in the Silent City World
by
C.S. Dusk
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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PUBLISHED BY:
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Huntress: Dark Urban Erotic Fantasy
Copyright 2011 C.S. Dusk.
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Hello, dear reader, wonderful to see you! I’m glad you have picked up this sordid little tale, I wrote it with you in mind!
However, I would like to mention that I have been working on ideas to make this particular erotic thriller a little more erotic and a little more thrilling, so do keep an eye out for that. If it ever does happen, I’ll let people know through my website and newsletter, and you can find links to both at the end of the story.
As always, thank you for giving me the opportunity to share my warped and depraved side with like-minded and tasteful individuals such as yourself. I hope you enjoy the results as much as I enjoy their creation.
-C.S.
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He was a waste. He was too drunk, which she had known from the beginning, yet she had let him follow her anyway. In truth, he had little choice. The hunger had begun to build inside her again. The last few she lured away had served no purpose except to sate that hunger, for she knew too well the consequences of ignoring it. That was why she she was half-dragging a plastered young man in her tall black heels down the concrete mazes of alleyways and side-streets. Her failure had been forgiven once, which was miracle enough. Even her new Master would not be able to conjure that miracle a second time.
The young man with the over-gelled, spiky brown hair had greeted her at the Venom Club’s bar, forcing a casual tone to hide the wavering timbre in his voice. He told her the words she had long memorized, that he didn’t usually do things like this, asked her what she did, feigned interest, nodded as his blue eyes dove into her cleavage every time he thought she wasn’t looking and weighed her breasts with invisible hands. She smiled. They drank. More precisely, he drank. And then she mentioned they should get out of there while her ruby-tipped fingers fluttered over the back of his hand.
Green eyes shone into his, twinkling and swirling, pulling him into them. In that dark vortex he saw his wildest dreams come true, saw her become his completely, begging naked at his feet for just one more moment to feel his flesh against her. He nodded slowly, a strange clarity manifesting in his bloodshot eyes for just a moment. Just long enough for her to know that he had seen and the snare had been sprung. He would follow her anywhere, through whatever Hell she wished to lead him. She had grinned wide as he took her hand and allowed himself to be led out of the back door of the club, making no effort to disguise her glee.
The Hell she chose for him was an alley several blocks away, in the shadow of one of the city’s countless sagging brick tenements. The young man (she remembered vaguely that his name was Brad or Chad, not that it mattered to her in the slightest) had clung to her almost as tightly as the sheer black dress clung to her shapely form, slurring into her ear the entire time about how hot she was, that she was a dirty girl, and how he was going to do this or that to her big tits or tight ass or whatever. His voice was a gnat in her ear, drunkenly buzzing away and increasing her annoyance, which was already great from his wandering hands. They grasped at her with lecherous desperation, clawing at her breasts, ass and hips while he stumbled back and forth, narrowly stepping on her feet with every step.
The fine red lines of her brows creased into an angry V in the darkness as she fought the urge to rip him limb from limb, right there. He was pathetic, like all men were, so eager to believe a beautiful woman could be filled with desire by their graceless attempts at coupling. Their weakness filled her with a burning hate, but the hunger that was growing inside her was much stronger. She needed him, for now. Once she was done, then she would see his blood. And if he could not provide what she needed, she would see it that much sooner.
At the thought of stringing the young man’s intestines about the fire escapes above her head, her full scarlet lips bowed into a grin of malicious joy. However, her reverie was interrupted and her grin banished by the onset of another hunger pang, this time followed by a wave of weakness and nausea. Brad or Chad asked her what was wrong at her elbow, but she ignored him and pulled away to stumble against the wall of a nearby building.
A numbing pulse of electricity coursed through the red-headed woman’s body, every muscle in her body seeming to flex and then contract at once. Brad or Chad stood nearby, mouth agape and eyes wide, drunken male brain thrown into disorder by the conflicting instincts to help her or watch her tits bounce and jiggle as she shuddered against the wall. The choice was made moot when her body relaxed abruptly and she slumped back, chest heaving as she sucked in hot lungfuls of city air.
“Are you...uh...are you okay?”
His look of concern was made a farce by the fact that he could barely keep both eyes on her at once and by the erection he was very obviously sporting. ‘Good’, she thought as she attempted to recover, ‘at least it won’t be a total loss.’
Brad or Chad made some uncomfortable noises as she gazed hungrily at his crotch, noises which became a rambling stammer when she bit white teeth down on her bottom lip and one of her pale thin-fingered hands descended under the hem of her skirt. His eyes appeared to be ready to pop from his skull as her hand disappeared between her legs, the black skirt lifting just enough for him to view her smooth white upper thighs.
Brad or Chad’s bravado from before seemed to be forgotten as he watched her brazenly touch herself in the darkness of the alleyway, among the jungle of utility meters, pipes and dumpsters. His stammering ceased as his brain attempted to cope with what he was seeing, leaving him to stand fixed with his mouth hanging open and eyes staring vacantly. She did not notice. All she noticed was his want, and how she wanted it to become hers, to form that all-too-familiar warm lump inside of her. She shuddered deeply and shut her eyes as her fingertips lightly traced over her pussy lips and the thrumming ache began inside her.
Her green eyes seemed to glow as they sprung open again and regarded the confused and intoxicated young man standing on the other side of the alley. A purr escaped her lips as they formed a grin and she pushed herself from the wall. He seemed to forget all about her fit when she strode toward him, hypnotizing him with swaying hips and bouncing breasts.
Her heels clacking on the concrete seemed loud in her ears, but she was surprised to hear it over the pounding in her head, the throb building and spreading out from the core of her being. How she hated this addiction, hated that she was powerless against it. Not being in total control was an alien feeling to her, and she rejected it with all her considerable might. It did not matter. The hunger was there, despite how she railed against it.
One of her hands fell upon his chest, the points of her dark crimson nails resting against the smooth polyester of his button-up shirt. The pale flesh of her hand clashed with the vibrant stripes of pastel blues, pinks and other colors she did not believe a man should wear. Thankfully he had what she needed, despite his ridiculous haircut and lack of fashion sense. Those things only made him easier to dispose of afterward.
Her other hand reached down and cupped his crotch through his designer slacks, purring as she felt the hard length of his erection against her palm. Brad or Chad’s expression became even more shocked and his breath hitched, blue eyes rolling back into his head. She chuckled low in her throat and whispered to him with sweetness he did not know was a mockery. If she could rip what she needed from his body, she would have done it just as quickly. Instead she had to withstand his breath that reeked of rum and his wide-eyed ‘oh gosh!’ stare, had to coax what she needed from him. The throbbing ache she tried to ignore reminded her, however, that there was no other way.
“You said you could handle a girl like me, lover,” she cooed, pausing to slowly moisten her lips with the tip of her tongue. “It’s time for you to prove it.” She looked up through auburn bangs at the dazed young man, summoning her most demure look. “Unless you don’t want me?” At her words, he jumped as if shot and shook his head so quickly that it was a blur.
“No no no! I’m just..uh..you know..,” he managed a smile and shrugged, ran a hand through his well-gelled hair. “I’m just a little drunk, but uh...” His smile became a smirking grin as he attempted to regain his air of masculine cool. In turn, she giggled and the demure look vanished, replaced by the impish grin of before. She wanted to rip the smugness from his face, but the feel of his cock in her hand turned the throb into a steady bass hum that sang through every inch of her.
“Good,” she whispered to him and squeezed his crotch, felt him shudder under her touch. She leaned forward, pressed her breasts against his chest, and watched as his eyes shifted to look at her cleavage. Her grin widened just a touch as his cock grew with the looking.
“You like my tits, don’t you?” she asked in a velvet tone. For a moment the smugness on his face was again replaced by the ‘deer in headlights’ expression, so she continued without waiting for his input. “I know you do, you’ve been staring at them all night.”
Brad or Chad’s bottom lip quivered as he attempted to cover his tracks and again recover his bravado. She wanted to sigh and roll her eyes, but instead she held the grin and stroked his erection through his slacks with the tips of her fingers.
“It’s okay,” she whispered with a shrug, the impish grin peeking out from behind strands of red hair. “Don’t be shy. It’s why we’re here, right? So you can fuck me?”
She bit her lip and leaned harder against him with the last question, trapping him between the wall and her full breasts against his chest. His erection thickened under her fingertips and she purred, fingers moving to undo the button and zipper on his pants. Still he could do little but stare agape in wonder at his luck. She did not feel lucky; in fact she had begun to regret her choice. He was easy, certainly, but if he didn’t satisfy her she was out of time, and then, who knows what would happen. It wouldn’t be good, that was for certain.
At very least, he was capable of getting hard, and that was enough for her. Everything else she could take care of herself. ‘Men are such simple creatures,’ she thought to herself, ‘they make it almost too easy.’
She groaned when she freed Brad or Chad’s cock from the constraints of his pants and boxers, stepping back so she could stroke the six inch length from base to tip with her fingertips. His eyes rolled back into his head and a moan escaped from his body as it slumped against the alley wall.
“You need to open your eyes if you want to watch me suck your cock,” she said in a playful manner-of-fact tone. With great effort he managed to comply, prying his eyes open and tilting his head down to stare into her bright green orbs. Once more she licked her lips teasingly before she sank to her knees. One hand wrapped itself around the base of his cock, while the other pulled the hem of her skirt around her waist then settled on her pussy, sliding fingers up and down her dripping wet slit.
A shudder of real pleasure ran through her as she touched herself and smelled the scent of him. It filled her senses and her mouth began to water, the resonant hum intensifying. She wanted to play this out, wanted to make him beg and desire her more and more until he broke, but she could not restrain herself. Her grinning lips opened and her head dipped forward, taking all of his cock into her mouth at once.
Brad or Chad groaned deep, and finally made use of his hands by filling a fist with her dark red hair. She pulled her head back until his wet cock was free of her mouth and stood stiff and glistening in the moonlight. He received a brief grin in return for the expectant look he gave her, but then she took his cock back into her throat and his eyes disappeared once more into the back of his head.
She just let the motion lead her, bobbing her head up and down on his cock until she felt the pressure within him begin to reach the breaking point. If she knew anything, she knew it would not take long until that happened. The tongue sliding and swirling over the head and underside of his cock would make sure of that. Her own groans from her fingers working her soaking wet cunt also generally aided the process, and judging from Brad or Chad’s deepening moans, this time would be no exception.
Indeed, Brad or Chad was just as predictable as any. She lost herself in the thrumming need inside of her, so how much time had passed with her full lips wrapped around the young man’s hard cock she could not say, but she began to sense the familiar rumblings inside of him that meant she would get what she wanted at last. With a wet pop, her mouth slid once again away from his cock and she rocked back onto her heels.
“Ready to fuck me, big boy?” she asked, though only she knew it was a rhetorical question, not that she expected much resistance.
For a long moment he simply stared at her, then he managed to clear his mind long enough to begin stammering.
“Oh...uh...well...uh...,” he said as he fumbled with his pockets, presumably for a condom.
“Don’t worry,” she said, her grin wide, “I’m clean.”
With that she stood, flashed him another sultry grin, and swayed over to the opposite side of the alley. Once there, she spread he legs and bent over, rolling her skirt up around her waist again. He stood transfixed staring at her heart-shaped ass and the glistening slit below it.
She gnashed her teeth together and made her hands into fists, willing him to wake from his idiotic trance and give her some relief, even if it was only momentary. She managed to regain her grin and looked over her shoulder at him, slender brow raised. Even so, it took a few moments for Brad or Chad to give up his search for protection (which she found to be hilariously ironic, considering what was to be his fate), and just do it.
She almost bit through her lip when he at last stepped up behind her, placing one hand around her waist and using the other to guide himself in. A low moan and a shudder greeted him as the head of his cock pushed itself into her, the slowly inch by inch he disappeared into her hot cunt. His groan followed hers, as well as mutterings of how tight and wonderful she felt. She did not hear, did not care, was possessed completely by the feeling of her cunt wrapped around the long shaft of his cock.
One of his hands sought her breasts, extracted one from her dress so it hung underneath her, bouncing with his strokes. It did not matter. All that mattered was the end, all that mattered was that he empty himself into her so she could concentrate on her mission, so she could at last think clearly.
Her moans quickened and were joined by soft guttural cries as she threw herself back against him with such force that he stumbled backwards and almost fell. She half-heard him try to say something but she would not have been interested in any case. The entire world was just her and the cock she was pinioned on. He tried to pull back, but she reached behind herself and grasped his hips with surprising strength, holding him in place while she pushed herself up and down his length.
Again he tried to complain, tried to pull away, but paused when she let forth a long, low growl.
“Don’t,” she said in a voice that did not belong to a relatively slim young woman who stood 5’ 8”. It sounded to him like the snarl of an animal, like a werewolf in a horror movie, deep and resonant. Upon hearing it, he froze, but he could not keep himself from being aroused by the woman who was so possessively using his cock. In fact, he could feel his end arriving soon despite the fear that was taking root within him. Fear which grew to terror when he heard her chuckle in that same rumbling tone, a noise which filled his mind with images of death, blood...understanding came to him then.
“Nooooo...no no no no...please...”
Brad or Chad tried to wriggle away, but her grip was as iron.
“What are...”
She turned to look at him over her shoulder and the question caught in his throat, ending prematurely in a low whimper. Her eyes were shining in the night so brightly that the walls around them were bathed in their green hue. The light held his vision, and the longer he stared into it, the more he felt the outside world slip away.
He knew then that his understanding had come far too late, and he would pay the ultimate price for it. The eerie green glow enveloped him...he felt it pry its way into his mind, felt the numb spread through his body. Once he was ensnared, the glow died away, but he saw it everywhere, felt it fester inside him.
The woman who would be his killer laughed her inhuman laugh and threw herself again and again against his pelvis, her nails piercing through his clothing and skin in her wild abandon. Blood stained the fabric at his hips dark, but all he could manage was the slightest of whimpers. Bestial growls erupted from her as she continued to frantically toss herself against him, the noises of her passion echoing through the dank alleyway.
Every thrust was greeted with an electric pulse that matched time with the thrumming need that consumed her. The young man she had led out into the dark with unspoken promises of fantasies to be fulfilled was simply the means to an end. His blank stare, the green light flickering deep in his eyes, told that he now knew this too.
The pulses that shot through her body, from her cunt out to the tips of her fingers and toes, began to intensify in frequency until they were no longer waves to crash over her, but a steady warm vibration. Her cunt muscles rippled over the cock within her, constricting onto it so hard that it hurt, and hurt so intensely that Brad or Chad managed to feel it in his near-comatose state, grunting and whimpering very softly but audibly.
A long, low cry burst forth from between her scarlet lips, one hand slamming into the wall in front of her, nails throwing up a cloud of dust as they scored deep rifts in the brick. The other hand held him in place as she ground and gyrated her hips against his ass. Her cry was cut off, an animal howl reduced suddenly to a squeak, an unseen hand seeming to close around her throat as she felt the dam within him give way. Spasms shot through the young man’s cock, and the warmth began to fill her.
That was what she had waited for, had needed so urgently. Her cunt squeezed and squeezed as his cock bucked inside her, milking every drop out of him. At the same time her head snapped back and her eyes flew open, green light radiating toward the bruise-colored night sky while she stared sightlessly upward, her mouth frozen into a silently screaming mask as the orgasm crushed her under its weight. Swells of pleasure seized her and held her fast while they wracked her body. Spurt by spurt he filled her, and the feeling of fullness and completion that had become her addiction was finally hers.
The world spun, flung itself from its orbit, flew through darkness...somewhere in the darkness it collided with something unseen, fragmented into a million mirrored shards...only to reform again, whole and perfect.
How long it took for her to rejoin reality, she did not know. She was aware of the warm ball in her belly first, then the familiar feel of blood on her hand...slowly she came to recall the young man whose half-hard cock still lingered inside her. With the recollection followed a sharp-edged grin...yes, the young man, who was so kind to provide what she needed, and who would be so kind as to provide some post-coital entertainment as well.
With a soft sigh she slid herself forward and free from Brad or Chad’s mostly flaccid dick, shuddering with pleasure at the feeling of his still-hot cum shifting within her. The fearful look on the young man’s face thrilled her as he stood frozen even though his pant legs were soaked with blood from where she had torn his flesh. She grinned at him evilly and ran a hand over her body, trailing her fingers between her breasts and down the front of her dress.
The hand dipped between her legs, her fingertips gathering bits of his cum that had dripped out from her cunt. She lifted the finger to her mouth and stuck her tongue out, licking the glistening beads from her finger with the tip alone, then slid the finger between her lips and sucked it clean. When done she took a step closer to the young man and cooed into his ear.
“Was it good for you, lover?”
A high-pitched, keening whine was all the young man could manage with his body mostly paralyzed, a sound which only made the red-headed woman grin wider and more hungrily.
“Is that a no?” she said tauntingly, then laughed. A cold look filled her bright green eyes and the young man whimpered again. “Well that’s too bad. Maybe next time.”
Brad or Chad tried to speak, but again all he could muster was a series of whines. She knew what he was trying to say anyway. He was begging for his life, like most of them did. Some of them wanted to know who or what she was, as if that knowledge might help them somehow. Others stoically faced their end, thinking their resolve would cause her to falter. It didn’t. Nothing did. But they always felt free to try, and that made their screams that much more delicious.
The young man kept on whining even as her nails sliced open his gut, but still she kept him held, watched with glee as tears ran down his face and his entrails fell to the garbage-strewn alley floor at his feet. She forced his glassy eyes to stay open, to watch as she licked his blood from fingers that no longer resembled the delicate hand of a beautiful woman. No, they were the elongated digits of a nightmare creature, tipped with jagged crescent-shaped claws instead of nails.
The tongue that lapped at his sticky life’s fluid was long, slender and fork-tongued, and for a moment her face contorted into something...else. Short, curved horns erupted from her forehead and her features darkened and stretched into the visage of a Hollywood demon, sharp fangs where perfect white teeth used to be...and then she was just a woman again, though a woman of unearthly beauty with a sadistic grin and blood on her hands.
She could see the glow of life begin to fade from his blue eyes, chuckled low in her throat at the feel of his spirit slipping away as his body died. With a thought she released him, and he dropped like a rock to the dirty concrete, now made dirtier by the pooling of his blood and his intestines uncoiling around him. His lips moved, but made no sound save husky whispers, his form shuddering as the light within it died. The feeling was beautiful, exquisite, the taste of his extinction sweet on her tongue.
A growl reverberated from in her chest. Someone was coming. Her grin became a snarl as she looked at Brad or Chad’s form, gasping for just one more moment of breath, of life. She wanted to place this newcomer’s body next to his for ruining her moment, but she knew to do so would be too great a risk. Reluctantly she stepped past the crumpled form of Brad or Chad and began to stride casually down the alleyway.
No noise followed her, and the shadows parted to embrace her. Even as she heard the shouts for help behind her, she had no fear. Out of the alleyway, the city itself would swallow her up, and Brad or Chad would end up as a page-long article in a tabloid, or as a news report about a wild animal loose in the city.
Moving down the sidewalk, into the shadows at the heart of the city, a hand absently went to rest on her belly, pleased to feel the warmth within her once more. She hoped it would last long enough, for she had a job to do, and she had much to prove to her new master. For her part, she was ready. The destruction of the young man was amusing, but she craved a better use of her abilities. Killing was simple, turning someone against everything they hold dear, convincing them to give you all they have and then stripping it from them...that was the true challenge.
Jacob Ullerman, the Room 24 club.
She grinned to herself in the darkness.