Thread: Hunters [ Bear & nnaasttey ]

HeyThereLittleBear said Millions of years of evolution didn't amount to nothing, but by just looking at the collection that were packed into this room like sardines, you would never tell. Top of the food chain and yet they were driven by a simple desire to mate, grinding against each other as they consumed enough alcohol to subdue their great mental capacities. They were literally dumping thousands of dollars a night to not think for just a bit. But among the herd of humping and grinding cattle, there lay the ultimate predator, a wolf in the sheep's clothing. She was a woman, having groomed herself to meet the requirements for the ever-lusting man. Eva had always been a beautiful woman, but the last few years her descent into madness had treated her well. She worked out as often as most people prayed to god, ate a rather strict diet, and kept her body in near perfect physical condition. And it was because of her strict regimen that she had attracted a fly into her pretty little honey pot, a rather attractive man that was rather intoxicated. His hands were hungry on her body as they danced -- well, it was closer to dry-humping than anything else. She could feel his cock press against her with every bump and grind, his need plain on his face. It was when she was sure he was just about to toss her to the ground in the club that she leaned close, whispering in his ear that they should return to her place. The man was more than willing, following her like a good pet ought to. It was all a part of reeling him in, then, her house quite inviting to her guest. Her bed was a lovely thing, scarlet sheets and soft, warm comforter. He practically walked to his own death, tugging her along to his quite literal death bed. It wasn't until this point that she had returned his affections, her lips hungry on his body, hands grasping him and fondling him. She wanted him excited, wanted his blood rushing. Sex was a messy thing, always had been. And it was never interesting with those that were drunk. He'd been far too eager in removing her clothes, his own following suit. The man had a cock that was rather impressive, but she wasn't paying attention to his swollen length, far too interested in the veins that stuck out on his body, her fingers trailing one. Eva permitted him to get forceful, to push her down onto the bed, wrestling his way in between her legs as he position his cock against her opening. He thrust inside of her with a grunt, his cock delving deep into her sex as he started to move, his only pace to fuck hard and fast. He was a selfish lover, caring more about his own cock being satisfied than his partner. But that was fine. Eva arched under him, her hands sliding beneath the pillow. She faked a moan, arching up against him and proclaiming something along the lines of him being the best lover she'd ever had. Her fingers found what they sought, the hilt of a blade that she'd hidden there before leaving in search of prey. Her moaning, writhing bullshit came to a swift halt, a true smile coming to her lips as she brought the blade across his belly, his blood gushing over her in hot gushes, his intestines falling out onto her stomach. Ah, yes, Finally, her lover wasn't so selfish, emptying himself upon her to make a hot, sticky mess of red on her sheets and between her legs. She was finally enjoying the sex, her hips bucking up into his now unmoving hips, his weight coming down upon her as his strength died with him. She came to her orgasm as he died on top of her, the last of his blood seeping out in slow drips. As satisfying as it was to control man like this, it was always so disappointing afterwards. Such a mess to clean up, what with the blood and the body to dispose of. It was second nature to her by now, a process that was well worth the rewards she got. And again, tonight, she found herself in the breeding grounds again, primed and ready for the hunt... Click to expand... This was most definitely the hottest club in the city, at the center of a booming night life in the sextet part of downtown, we're celebrities, out of towners, and everyone in between came to party. The music was loud and the lights were strobbing. Below the rung of VIP sections, DJ Booths and girls in cages, was the dance floor a sea of sex, color, and discarded inhibitionas. Thousands of bodies bumped and grinded together under the influence of any and every drug known to man, and even some that were probably just invented only yesterday. Vykon Hennessy was watching, perched way above it all, with hawk like vision, intensely surveying the pickings they were never slim, and always very appetizing. That's when he spotted her. The whole reason he was here tonight, his Trophy for the evening. Some call them a Holy Grail, or even a White Whale, but every Hunter has one that one prey he obssesses over, the thing they want most, and for Vykon, this woman was it. To any watching eye she was perfect, a face that even Aphrodity herself would kill for, a body crafted over time by hard work and dedication, not even Michelangelo himself could have sculpted. However, it wasnt her physical traits that Vykon found most appealing the ones shed use night after night to lure human men into her snare, but it was something else all together that he found to be her best quality. A quality that only someome of Vykon's ilk would find alluring and intoxicating she reeked of Death! Vykon had watched her for weeks, and studied her activity, and there was something about this woman he couldn't resist any longer. The stench of blood emenated from her like darkness from an abyss, she almost had an air of evil to her that he couldn't explain, but tonight he was determined to figure it out. The smell of death and blood on her was quite possibly the strongest aphrodisiac any of his kind could experience, and it didn't matter if there were a million mortals packed in this ritualistic gathering of depravity, he could still single her out from the crowd by scent alone because no other human he'd ever meet smelled so wickedly divine as she did night after night. He knew the moment she entered the room. And this night the hunter was going to become the hunted, Vykon watched her do the typical routine, as she danced amongst the people. She had gotten another male in her trap, and was leaving the dance floor, when he gestured to a guard to come his way. You see that woman down there, have one of your men fetch her for me, I've been watching her and I must have her, also bring me 5 bottles of champagne and make sure the sparklers are bright, when your man points her attention this way, I want to make sure she can see my face! The body guard to the VIP took instruction, got on a radio that was tucked inconspicuously into the sleeve of his black sport coat, and another tall intimidating man that was stationed on near by wall to the dance floor started moving her way. The waitress was bringing over the bottles as the muscle bound man reached her, in tow was a drunken fool being lead by the seductress the bouncer blocked her path, leaned into her ear and pointed up toward Vykon about 2 rungs up which is where the elite or the elite VIP's enjoyed the club. Vykon stared down at her with the light from his champagne bottles illuminating his face, not sure if his theatrics would work, but the bait was in the water.