A Monthly Feeding...

[darkstalker]

a story request i decided to take up from downd. just a shorty with a magical creature/rapist. so enjoy!
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The garage is dark, save for one long florescent bulb on the left side wall accompanied by its smaller brother, hanging in between Heather’s teeth. The girl fiddles with the switches and plugs, sweat beading on her forehead as she does so, a string of curses escaping her lips. She is a mechanic, and due to some tight dues and a certain client’s refusal to pay until the work is done, here she is in the middle of the night, playing with this Volvo’s fan belt and hoping this is the final problem this piece of shit car has. Anything she fixes seems to break something else down on it and she’s getting tired of seeing this piece of shit in her garage.
“At least the paycheck for this is gonna’ be big,” she whispers to herself. If she can get this damned hunk of junk to piece together. A fairly big “if” at that. It has been resistant to her actions thus far and seems to wish to continue to refuse her need to have it run. Damned car.
Peter walks in through the open garage door, smiling, hands inside his pockets. He loves watching the girl work and can feel his long cock pushing against his pant legs as he watches her, her loose pants hanging down low enough so he can see the black string of her panties and the tight shirt riding up her waist, her body slick with sweat. Maybe...
Someone grabs him from behind, slamming him on the back wall against the tool shed. “What you think you’re doing here, creep?!” says a very loud and commanding voice.
“Peter?” says the girl, getting up from her work, dropping the bulb from her mouth. She doesn’t even seem to worry that the big bald galoot has thrashed him against the wall. “What are you doing here again? I told you last time, if I found you again I’d call the cops!”
“I’ll show this little shit what happens when he messes with my girl” screams the tattooed giant. Peter simply grins. The crunch across his face does little to change his mood. “What’s so funny?!” says the large man, swinging his fist down on Peter’s face again. “You think that’s funny?”
The giant punches him again. And again. “Stop it and let him go or he’ll call the cops on us!” says the girl. Peter sighs. She’s such a stuck up bitch. She really just doesn’t care what her large boyfriend does to people, does she? A problem with society these days compared to old, is the beautiful women are only outwardly beautiful, not inwardly. They’d hardly be fitting as sacrifices to gods. Fitting since Peter’s actually trying to turn a new leaf and punish only those with arrogant hearts. Which in this modern world, there is no shortage of. In fact... the better the body the worse the attitude. What a convenient coincidence.
The large man seems ignorant to Heather’s words though, and continues to punch at Peter’s face. For all the good it does him. “I don’t think so! Not until I’ve taught this creep a lesson!”
The next blow is caught in Peter’s hand, he now tired of this charade. The large man’s fist slows to a crawl and then stops, Peter’s hand barely shaking as he holds the man’s hand back. He is grinning there, not a spec of blood leaking from his nose for all the blows that were rained down upon him. “What lesson would that be, prick?” He rolls the word around his tongue, disliking how foul it sounds but loving the reaction it has on his prey. “How weak and powerless you are despite your size?”
“Fuck you!” says the man, punching him with his free hand. Peter bares it, grinning sheepishly and stands slowly, pushing himself away from the tools jabbing at his back as if he were watching tv. Which for him, is fairly close to what he’s actually doing. He wasn’t precisely hungry today, he thinks, even considering letting this woman off despite her arrogant attitude. But her lack of concern for his well being and this giant fool of a man who rushes in punching, well... that makes him think otherwise. For her lack she will be punished. And as for the man....
Peter squeezes his hand slowly, hearing bone and muscle crunch, the large man’s eyes suddenly going wide as he feels his own hand begin to crumble. The fist turning into an open palm that begins to quiver, and Peter continues to squeeze. “Let go!” the man wails, suddenly no longer the arrogant giant, but a screaming, whining creature with tears at his eyes. He continues to punch ineffectively at Peter and Peter simply grins.
Yes, his body does look weak. In fact he looks like a thin human man of about 25 years of age, no more then a few hundred pounds, slicked back black hair, average looks. Nothing that would alert a large man like the giant that is suddenly kneeling before him, screaming. It’s the way it’s supposed to be, to allow him to get close to his prey. An average nondescript man will look unimposing and be overly ignored until he needs to feed. And that’s the way it needs to be.
“Stop it!” he hears Heather say, suddenly rushing at him, her hands wrapping around his waist, trying to tug him away from the giant.
“So, you would protect a monster who attacks someone you don’t know, but you won’t do anything for the stranger? How.... selfish of you,” he says, licking his upper lip. “Let me show you what I think of your selfishness.”
He squeezes his hand, balling it into a small fist. Of course with the other large fist in his hand already that act results in slight splattering of blood and crunching of bone. The man screams and so does Heather. Peter sighs and grips the man’s face, squeezing, the struggling suddenly more violent then before as he squeezes. “You really are worried I’ll kill you, aren’t you? You have no idea how a skinny worm like myself is killing you but you know it’s happening, and it terrifies you, doesn’t it?”
He slams the man’s head against the Volvo’s door, a large dent appearing on it. The man’s head slumps down against his chest, five little marks marring his pristine face, if at all pristine it could be called. Peter licks his lips and suddenly turns, gripping the woman’s wrist and drags her in front of him, looking down at her. “You know, I don’t like mice beating at my back. It’s... annoying.”
“No!” she screams, tugging at his wrist. “Let me go!”
Peter grins, his tongue growing very long as it runs across the frightened woman’s cheek and along her neck before coming back in to his mouth, the taste of sweat mixing with fear heightening his hunger. “No...” he whispers. “I don’t think so.”
“What the fuck!?” she screams, her eyes bulging as she stares at Peter’s visage changing, altering and twisting into a grotesquery of what it was. Peter can feel his cheek bones beginning to jut out, the ridges of his eyebrows becoming more prominent as a type of haze seems to begin to wash over him. “Get away from me!” the girl screams, tugging fervently at his arm, to no avail. His grip is hard and firm. She won’t be getting away.
He draws her close, his hand going up beneath her loose shirt, feeling the tender globe of her breast, exposed and free of any garment. “What?” he whispers teasingly. “Decided to go strapless for your boy toy today?”
“Fuck you!” she screams, tugging against him. It is of little use. People today, he thinks. They’re so unused to the old legends, legends of orgres and oni. Too bad. At the end of this she will barely remember it is him, if she remembers it is him at all. He looks towards the slumped man and smiles. There are ways to make it so he doesn’t get blamed in the slightest. But for now...
He leans forward against the girl, running his tongue along the nape of her neck while both his hands, fingers thickening and nails protruding, begin to play with her tender b sized breasts. They are small but firm and he squeezes them between two thickened fingers, pinching the left with two nails. “Aaaaaahhhhh!!!” the girl shrieks.
“You like that, don’t you?” he hisses, while he massages her breasts to and fro. “Don’t worry,” he says. “It’s only gonna’ get rougher.”
“No...” she says, a look of anxiety filling her features. “Do-“
He cuts her off, one hand coming from under her shirt and gripping a thick handful of her hair while his mouth invades her lips, pushing its thick throbbing self between those soft lips. True, this woman has been smoking and part of her taste foul, but that’s part of the beauty of it, breaking these “bad girls” and making them suffer for being such stuck up cunts.
As he holds her with one hand, his free hand fiddles with her pant’s button, undoing her fly and jerking her pants down to her ankles. “No... stop...” she whispers against him, tears running down her cheeks.
“Don’t think so, angel,” he says, saying the last word with derision as he pushes her down bent over so her hips are facing him, her tight thong panties facing him. He holds her down, her hands flailing, pushing feebly at him while he leans down and pushes his nose against her hips, taking a long deep breath of her. “Smells slutty,” he whispers.
“No...” he hears her say. “Stop...” Then her words become bridled with sobs and hiccups. She’s starting to accept he won’t let her go and what is going to happen, but she doesn’t know the full extent of it. Not yet at least...
With one hard tug, he rips her garments away from her hips and then quickly unbuckles his own pants, struggling to pull them down around his knees. His legs are starting to bulge, the veins starting to protrude as his arousal is getting greater, his true form becoming more prevalent. When he jerks down his underwear his thirteen inch cock springs forth, the tip already wet with precum, its thickness being a good four inches around. This will hurt her, but that’s the point after all.
Spreading her legs, he begins to push his behemoth member inside and the woman screams. Shrieking madly she claws at the floor, scrabbling to get away. It does no good while his nails dig into her hips, dragging her back against his throbbing member as it begins to enter her body, splitting her. Slowly he pushes it in, feeling as her lips stretch and admit him access, the woman screaming shrilly with each push, until finally, the head makes its way in followed by some of the body. With about an inch and a half of his member inside, he holds her, stopping for a moment and then jerks her hips back, impaling her with his monster as half his member sinks inside her all of a sudden.
She screams, her lungs trying to empty out all the air from her body, her back arching, eyes squeezed shut. “And that’s not even the whole thing,” he whispers. But it will do. Taking hold of a handful of her hair, he pulls out a small fraction and then rams himself back inside, another shriek escaping her lips. And then he repeats himself.
Each thrust brings more of his member into her body and he can feel her tight walls gripping and compressing his cock inside her, trying to push it out, futilely trying to lubricate itself. But he is too large and he isn’t waiting for her body to adjust.
Again and again he thrust into her, until only about two inches of him reside outside her walls. Each thrust brings a cry of anguish from the poor girl. He pulls her up, looking into her wide eyes, lips quivering, body shaking and has her sit against his hips. He grinds against her, watching as veins on her neck bulge and he smiles. All these hoes, they always think they’re too good for everyone, but each and everyone seems to act the same when push comes to shove. And that reaction is always one of pitiful agony and tears. How fortunate for him he enjoys that reaction.
Quickly he pulls her top off, throwing it aside and turns her, being quick to jerk off her pants and boots. Now fully exposed, he begins a slow thrusting of her body, watching as she squirms against him, her perky tits thrust out before him, stomach expanding to accommodate his girth as it breathes in and out rapidly. She tries to move left and right, trying to adjust to him. Even moving slowly, he is more then her petite frame can handle at once. Too bad, he thinks.
The slow pace only last a few minutes while he enjoys the sweat running down her firm abs and her breasts bouncing lightly. But soon his other needs play out and he begins pounding against her, slamming her hips with wild abandon. A shriek escapes her lips, followed by a long wail, the tears continuously running down her cheeks and chin. It does not matter. They all cry.
Soon he is pounding viciously into her with a continuous slapping, beating at her tight womb, tearing at it. He loves watching her as she writhes on the floor, tits thrust up towards his face and back arched. Licking his lips, he leans down and bites one of her nipples then sucks savagely at her breast while he continues to pound against her.
It will not be long now, he thinks as he continues to thrust against her, his hips beating against her with a wet rhythmic slapping. No. Not long now. He can already feel his energies surging outwards, starting to spread down to his groin and from there to his long and engorged cock.
He sucks on her breasts one last time, feeling the energies coming out and then thrust with one final heave into her dry cunt, now wet with her own blood. His seed spills into her, coating her red walls with his slime. The wounded walls allow better access for his sperm to seep into her body, absorbing nutrients.
Quickly he tears away from her body, some blood coming away with his upthrust penis and walks over to her head, pulling her up by a mound of hair and forces his cock between her parted lips, forcing her to suck on his manhood, pushing the head of his engorged cock between her lips.
She gags against him, but is too weak to fight, her mouth hanging open as he thrust in and out, cleaning himself against her, letting her taste her own blood mixed with his fluids. Satisfied, he pulls out, slapping his member against her forehead. Her lips are quivering now, tears running down her cheeks. She is defeated. He lets her fall, feeling the energies coming away from his dissolving cum, giving him the nutrients and energy from her body.
It gives him an adrenaline rush, this. Every time he fucks a woman like this and absorbs her life force.
With her breathing raggedly, eyes quivering, he moves over to her head, intent on putting a magic cast over her when he peers over at her anus. He grins. Yes. He’s fed. But it’s been a long time since he’s taken a woman by the ass. And with the ward he’s placed while fucking her, no one will hear or see until he chooses it so.
Decision made, he moves over to her rear and lifts her hips, beginning to spread her ass cheeks apart. Slowly he begins to press into her tight little puckered hole and the woman screams.....

Days later Peter is sitting on the couch, legs splayed wide apart, arms spread, watching the news with a glazed look. On the tv set before him a woman with a short bob cut and tight red suit begins to speak. “And on the news today a horror story from the greater Salt Lake region as authorities find a woman, beaten and within an inch of her life, struggling to survive as what authorities claim to be her captor, is put into custody. The woman........ according to authorities was a captive for several months, her body seeming drained and emaciated. She now rest in ..... county hospital. Authorities are looking for any witnesses to speak up and come forward if they have any information regarding this horrendous crime.”
Peter grins and raises the remote control, flicking a button. He smiles. The reality of the situation is he only took the girl for about an hour or two, but his energies drained her of much of her life force, making her look like a victim who had been held for much longer. To add insult to injury, he had implanted false memories into the girl’s broken psyche making her believe it was her boyfriend who had raped and abused her for months on end. All in all, not a bad days work. He’s satiated.... for now.