Thread: Very Bad People [Feral + miles]

His mind spun in a dizzying haze as the sounds from the two women filled his ears. The meaty, bone shattering crack as Bri punched their victim a couple of times almost causing him to laugh out loud with it's absurdity and violence. Then Bri's voice, begging and dirty, filtering through the choking gasps of the woman beneath her. And during the entire thing, Rand's mouth worked feverishly, suckling at Bri's sensitive flesh and savagely fucking her with his tongue, reveling in the taste and smells that filled his head. But all the while, Tears For Fears still crooned from the stereo and, irritated by the interruption of the voices and distracted by memories of his mother, Rand rose from the bed with a sudden jolt, shoving the stereo and most of the tapes off the side of the dresser with a growl. Turning, he regarded Bri with wild eyes, sweat glistening in his dark hair and madness in the smirk that he gave her. It was time. He'd been teased enough and now watching the writhing, unrecognizable, mass of flesh on the bed beneath Bri, he was done entertaining the thing's life for much longer. It had become disgusting and putrid, suddenly turned alien through the processes that had brought him here and he could no longer stand the sight of it, wishing to purge it from his blood. Leaning forward, he shoved the blindfold from the bloody thing's face, looking into beady, empty eyes, his revulsion and hate growing as it began to leak more fluids and emit more noises from the holes in it's head. It had to stop. He needed a fucking shower now. Walking around the bed and taking his position behind Bri again, he leaned over her body, his cock, still hard as granite, rubbing and nuzzling at the backs of her thighs and between her legs. Kissing at her neck and shoulder, he was tender and soft, in contrast to the violence that boiled within him at sight of the still squirming, puddle of parts beneath them both. Guiding himself to her entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock through her folds before finally shoving himself inside. A heady gasp escaped his lips as her warmth enveloped him, and once again, she took center stage in his mind. The smell of her pussy overwhelmed him as his hips began to thrust into her from behind, her lithe form jerking forward with each plunge into her depths he took. The blood staining her hands like skin-tight gloves and the look of lust in her eyes he'd spied when facing her - all of it enchanted him, seducing him, his hips pounding more forcefully to let her feel just how much he wanted her, how beautiful and absolutely insane she looked in this moment. Fingers gripped at her hips, bruising her skin as he humped her doggedly, wet slapping sounding as their sweat-coated thighs collided again and again. Having already teased himself to madness by this point, he felt like he was going to burst any moment within her, but hoarsely moaning her name, he kept the feeling at bay. Slowing his strokes, he reached over her shoulder to where his pack lay, and lifted her up on her knees enough that she could hold the knife he'd selected without falling. With an arm wrapped around her waist and gently thrusting between her legs as the knelt on the bed together, he kissed at her neck and with the voice of a tortured man said, I want you to kill it. I want to watch you drain the life from this one. Such release! Like a weight lifted from his shoulders to finally utter those words - it was not important who killed the thing but the fact that the decision to end it's life had finally been made - and thus, when the thing began to squeak it's grotesque pleas for life, he was unbothered and untouched. It was over now. Bri was going to end it. Finally stopping his thrusts completely, he waited for his lover to comply, hanging onto her and keeping her steady, while remaining buried in her body up to the hilt.