Monstrosity

By: The Fanged Bitch, Shara

What am you going to do, Kairi?, I asked myself as I wandered around the grounds. Sadly, I had no answer for myself. I was going blindly into this, letting emotion propel me into something for which I had no preparation. All I had on my side was my hatred for my enemy and the need for retribution. Damn, I was so female. A man would never act like this, but this bitch had to go down once and for all. So what if no-one had succeeded before now? All it would take is this one time. I wanted to fight her myself, with no-one to protect her…to use my nails to rake that smirk of superiority off of her porcelain face.

I glanced up into the midnight velvet sky, watching the cold hard pinpricks of light twinkling harshly against the darkness. The February winds swirled around me, engulfing me in an icy embrace as I made my way through the cemetery. I had no choice, I had to face Riela once and for all. I'd run away from this for long enough, letting myself slip down into the memory of my beloved Nicholas. He didn't die in vain, and I did not let myself become this…monster…just to let her spend eternity reveling in her power. I might still be new to this existence, new to my own powers, but I would destroy Riela or I would let her destroy me once and for all.

The ebony deathrose in my hand shivered in the wind, and I could almost hear it begging for just a single drop of blood to warm it and bring it to life. There would be time enough for that, as soon as I arrived at my destination. Just a few more minutes and I would be at the very outskirts of the cemetery, where my Nicholas lay only six feet beneath my feet. I continued my trek, wrapping my arms around myself as if there was some way I could ever truly be warm again.

I thought, as I continued walking, that I heard the sound of something swishing in the distance. I glanced around, but could see nothing out of the ordinary. Somewhat discomforted, I walked on until I finally reached the large black headstone bearing Nicholas' name. I ran a finger over the etching on the stone, letting the extra cold sink in to my being and trying not to lose all self control at being so close to the shell of the man I loved….

After several moments of biting my lips to keep from crying out, I regained some composure. I brought the deathrose up to my other hand, and let the finger which had touched the stone prick itself upon one of the steel-colored thorns. A lone drop of crimson blood formed on the finger, and I allowed it to drop onto the tip of the rosebud. It was only seconds before I heard the low mourning drone of the rose and saw it spring to full-bloom. The drop of blood slid down and lodged itself on one petal, hardening into a garnet-red crystal. Thinking--as always--of my beloved, I placed the rose at the base of the headstone.

“How very touching, dear Kairi…” I heard a voice croon in my ear. I whirled around instantly, and found myself face-to-face with Riela's Alpha. Zeke, the man Riela would turn to for sex when she had no-one else to suffice and the man who led her troop of guards, was the man who had slain Nicholas.

“And you're here why, asshole?” I growled. I could feel rage burning its way through my veins now, warming me slightly. Who knew?, I thought to myself as my fangs began to sharpen in anticipation of a confrontation. I threw off my jacket, no longer cold and wanting to make sure he couldn't use the jacket to constrain me.

“I'm here to play a game of ‘Fetch,' darling…Riela wants you to join her for a chat of sorts.” Even without a moon to cast its harsh light on us at that moment, I could tell he was smirking.

“Tell your whore I said that when I want to chat , I'll come and find her. Until then, leave me the fuck alone.” I felt my chest rising and falling as mortal instincts kicked in and I began to breathe deeply in preparation of a struggle.

“Tsk-tsk, sweetheart. You should watch your language,” he replied. Before I had time to move, he lashed out with his hand and slapped me hard across the face. I felt a fang pierce the skin of my lip, and startled slightly feeling blood well up from the wound. I had been so preoccupied, I'd forgotten that I'd fed only hours before.

“If Riela wants me, why send you to retrieve me? Isn't she able to find me on her own? Must you always do her dirty work for her?” I asked, slowly beginning to circle my opponent. I could feel his eyes following my every move, and was more than a little confused by the rushing stream of fury and desire I felt radiating from him.

“Riela's wish is my command. She wishes me to bring you to her, no matter how I have to achieve that. Don't make this more difficult than it should be, Kairi,” he replied, trying to control the emotions in his voice. Ah, so I had struck a nerve, had I?

The cold air nipped at my skin through my clothing, and when it hit my warm flesh, I had to keep myself from gasping. I felt my body reacting to the situation and the temperature combined, my nipples stiffening in response. The long-sleeved black leotard I wore with my jeans was doing little to conceal my arousal. I continued to circle around and around, noting that he now mimicked my movements.

“Such a big, bad man. You take orders from some ancient bloodthirsty cunt, and you have the nerve to act so tough. You're a pussy, Zeke,” I said throatily, my voice low but dripping with power.

I barely moved out of the way in time as he lashed out with a foot, intending to take out my left knee. Repressed much, babe? , I thought smugly as I responded to his kick with a hard elbow to his side.

“If Riela doesn't kill you, I hope she'll let me have the honors instead,” Zeke growled loudly, reaching up and trying to grab my arm before I could pull back. Unfortunately for him, it was too late for that. I moved away from him, hearing him still trying to rein himself in instead of going for the kill. Riela had given him a hard assignment, making him fetch me without being able to send me to my second death.

“Don't get your hopes up, Zekey-boy. I'm not going down easily, for either of you. Or anyone else, for that matter.”

I felt a sudden surge of air as he decided to try whirling around and lunging for me. A split second later, his body hit my own. He tackled me to the ground and I could feel dead grass scratching at my skin as he attempted to pin me down. I writhed and wiggled around, flailing and kicking as hard as I possible could, until he had no choice but to give up hopes of pinning me.

“You haven't practiced much, have you? You might go down a lot more easily than you thought, Kairi,” he grunted before attempting to reach for me so he could restrain me. I rolled away quickly, before he could grasp me, and leapt up to my feet with feline grace. I moved around with lighting-fast speed, and kicked him squarely in the ass.

“Well wasn't that a real kick in the pants, pussy-boy?” I laughed as I kneeled down, one knee on his back, putting as much pressure as I could on his spine. Reaching for one of his ankles as swiftly as I could, I attempted to pull him into a position that would be hard to break free from. I contemplated my next move, but before I could carry through with anything else, he began to try getting to his knees. Before I could balance myself, he had broken loose from my hold and toppled me off of his back. He rolled over and then sprung up with flexibility that contortionists would envy. Soon he had me off the ground and had my arms bent behind my back and was trying to get me to give in.

“Be a good girl and just come with me…because you don't want me to have to use more force to get you to obey,” he whispered in my ear. His breath felt like frost against the back of my neck, and I shivered against my will. I felt him slowly straighten out my arms and give a sudden yank. I screamed as I felt both arms dislocate from the shoulders, and in the next moment, he had me back on the ground, tears of pain blurring my vision.

“I told you to be a good girl, but since you seem to like it rough…well, I think I'll oblige you,” he crooned as he ripped my leotard down the front and lowered his head to my bare breasts. Before I could even think to respond, I felt his fangs sinking into my skin. He bit my chest repeatedly, lapping teasingly at the blood rising to the surface of the wounds. I cried out in pain and outrage, but was prepared for that more than for what came next….

I felt him take a cloth out of one of his pockets, and he shoved it into my mouth. It was only moments before I realized the cloth was laced heavily with damiana, a powerful aphrodisiac. I tried to spit the cloth out, but Zeke placed his hand over my mouth and waited until the herb began to take its toll….

“What was that, Kairi? You said you've been chaste since your beloved fool Nicholas died? Well, well…let's change that, hmmm?” he whispered in a strangled voice. I felt him give a couple tugs at my jeans, and they tore away from my body. The air teased my bare skin, and the damiana made me squirm in need. I tried to use my fury to control my body, but it was no use. There had been too much of the herb on the cloth. I screamed out into the cloth against Zeke's hand as I felt him use the spare hand to snap my ankles. Even if I could have unpinned myself from beneath him before, there was no escape if I couldn't walk.

“I'm going to enjoy this so much. You know, I've fantasized about this moment for quite a while. You remember when I killed your little boyfriend? The look on your face turned me on. I could smell your horror, your anger…you aroused me that day to such a point that Riela punished me. She even contemplated demoting me….

“Do you know how an Alpha guard is demoted, Kairi? His cock and his balls are sliced off, a little at a time, over the course of several days. It's very painful, and it's the ultimate punishment for allowing oneself to get carried away. But tonight, Riela said to use any means I had to use in order to get you to come with me. So now, we'll see you submit to me,” he said in that same strangled tone. In the time it takes a heart to beat once, Zeke had pushed his steel-like cock into me.

I arched my back, my hips moving upwards to grind against his. I felt tears trailing down my face as I fucked him and allowed him to fuck me, the need coursing through my body. I didn't want this, but oh how I did. The thought occurred to me that you couldn't rape the willing, and it had been so long…need from the damiana had merely put a hard edge on the want that'd been lying dormant beneath my mourning for Nicholas. I needed this so much. To feel a warm, stiff shaft filling me over and over… I felt myself consent to Zeke's physical commands, mentally begging for more and more, anything to quell the desire burning inside me. Was this infidelity to my Nicholas' memory? Did it even matter right now? Did anything matter more than this frenzy of sex and bloodplay?

I felt myself on the edge of orgasm and Zeke was pinching my nipples with a viselike grip as he lowered his mouth to my throat and punctured me with his fangs. I began to shudder beneath him as he locked his mouth down on my neck and pumped in and out of me harder and faster with each thrust. Within a few more thrusts, I climaxed and felt him tense inside me.

My body quivered uncontrollably, the damiana dictating the need for more while my pussy ached from the force of his pounding. The more he gave, the more I wanted from him. Had the cloth not still been in my mouth with his hand still holding it in place, I might have even found myself crying out for more. Suddenly he released my nipples and dug his nails into my arms as he came, his seed emptying into me as he moaned in victory. He'd finally had what he had wanted for over three years.

“Oh my sweet, sweet Kairi…it seems you needed that as much as I did. Then again,” he replied as he looked down at me and saw my body straining, “it looks like you could use even more. Perhaps we could convince Riela to let me have you again before she kills you. Or wouldn't it be sweet to let us have one last dance before she gave me the right to slice that pretty head of yours off of your lovely neck? Yet if she decided to just give you to me as a toy, I wouldn't complain a bit. How do you think you would look in shackles, darling? Being led around on all fours, a nice leash around that pale throat…” he purred, his eyes still flashing with residual desire.

He took the cloth out of my mouth, and waited for my response. I stared up at him, my hatred finally ousting the effects of the aphrodisiac. He might have taken me because he played dirty, but that was no reason to let him think there would be a next time. After all, I didn't want to be as much of a slut as Riela. Damn, though, how I wanted to be fucked again while he sunk his fangs deeper and deeper into my skin, each clench of his teeth synchronized with his cock burying itself deep within me and withdrawing only to plunge back inside….

“You're a first-class mother-fucker, Zeke. I hope you realize that,” I said thickly, trying to moisten my mouth now that the cloth had been removed. I didn't want him to think I would be his for the taking whenever he wanted from then on. If there even was a “then on.” After several seconds, I managed to work up enough saliva to do what I needed to do. Zeke was still straddling me, his face above mine, when I spit at him. He was blinded momentarily, but not long enough. The next few seconds passed in a blur, his fist hurtling at my head. The impact made me begin to black out, the last thing I heard being the sound of him snapping on a pair of gloves….