Thread: Kingdom of Welcome Addiction [Wreckles & Cherubian]

It was just as she had expected. Not quite maybe, she had been surprised by the size of the tool Murl had it his disposal, but again that only helped to lead the events down the predicted path. That one being that she thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by the big brute. It did not matter that he cared little to nothing for her comfort, that he had her pinned roughly against the wall, her sizable breasts squeezed against the coarse leather of his chest piece. Or that he humped into her with reckless abandon, her bare back scraping over the ships wall planks every time he drove forward. All that paled compared to the sensation his massive dick caused as it scraped against the inner walls of her wet tunnel, stretching them good with its girth. She had tried for some time, but now she was no longer able to hold back her moans. Mostly because what concentration remained she needed for other tasks. She knew that men were most vulnerable in the moment of ejaculation, and that was when she intended to strike. A quick glance over his shoulder, though, confirmed that complications had arisen. Two of them. Murls companions who by now had stepped into the cell, closed the door and were watching the unfolding spectacle, the contemptuous sneer on their faces only growing wider when they heard the sounds of pleasure coming from the perceived slut their boss was nailing. Murls breathing grew more hectic by the second, and in all the pleasure induced haze she could still feel how his rod began to pulsate as it continued its incessant pounding. The big man finally was getting close, and the time for action had come. Only she was getting close as well. Nevertheless she turned her thoughts inside in well practiced fashion, prepared to call forth that darkness curled up somewhere within her just as old Shali had taught her, ready to strike. But then she sensed something strange, new. It came from within Murl, or from him at least. Something vivid, vibrant with energy. And it called out to her, a calling that had begun barely perceptible the moment she began her invocation, and rose by the second, whether it was so because she became more focussed on it or because Murl was closing in on his peak she could not tell. But the beckoning grew stronger, more intense, like a ripe fruit begging to be plucked, and suddenly she knew exactly how to reach for that prize. With a wailing grunt Murl pushed forward one last time, his fingers digging into her ass with great force, and lodged into her firmly he began to spill his seed, flood her womb with his warm sperm spurt after spurt. The mysterious spark flared brighter than ever, and the moment her own orgasm hit she struck. Invisible tendrils of dark energy tore into the very essence of the tall man, unerringly reaching for their prize, and then they began to suck, siphoning his life force out of him and feeding the hungry beast within Vinshala, heightening the throes of the orgasm she found herself in at that moment. Murl began to jerk and shiver erratically, his manhood still nested deep inside the beauty he had pinned to the wall, until finally he had given all there was and his huge frame slumped backwards, his grip on Vinshala loosening and his genital sliding out of her as he landed on the ground with an audible thud, head thrown back, a contorted face and glassy, lifeless, broken eyes staring up at the ceiling. The two other guards were taken completely by surprise by the unexpected development. At first they stared at the lifeless husk of their former boss, confusion apparent on their faces, and by the time their gazes had wandered upwards to that gorgeous black haired angel of death it was too lat. She stood atop the corpse, legs still spread like they had been during the act and Murls seed beginning to drip out of her snatch and drop onto his own bare legs. There was a dangerous glint in the womans eyes as both her arms shot up, and for a split second dark lines seemed to form between her finger tips and the chests of the two men. It felt as if something massive hit them, tore into them, and crushed their hearts. One last wave of agony before they joined Murl on the ground in death. Vinshala was still vibrant with the energy she had sucked from Murl. Joroni-Hurnal . It made sense. Life drinker. That was what Shali had called them in her stories about the more diabolical manifestations of the gift. Witches that fed on the living to enhance their own abilities, each with a technique of her own. That lived amongst the mortals like the vampires of legend. Little else was known about them, and until a moment ago Vinshala had not thought they truly existed. But it explained many a thing. Why her abilities were centered around her own body and destruction, why she never could master the healing arts like her mentor did. Had old Shali suspected as much? She would never know. There was time for more musings later. Now she needed to cover her tracks, since she doubted she could escape a witch hunt. So quickly Murls short sword was pulled from its sheath, and first sunk into his own chest and then that of his accomplices. Multiple times each for good measure, so no one would suspect another cause of death. Once that was done she quickly picked up her crude garment and slipped into it again. One of the guards belts fit around her waist if she used the most narrow notch, and it allowed her to carry a sheathed sword and place the key ring she had taken from Murls corpse. That done she poked her head out of the door, checking that no other guards were near, and then began to sneak down the corridor towards the exit. She had gotten out of her cell, now she needed to get off the ship.