* James and Jenny Belong to me. Have fun with them, please don't steal them.
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Jenny Harper was dying. Her breath was coming too fast and her heart fluttered, beating itself to death against her ribs. Salty, clean tears slipped from her doe eyes and slid in tracks down her dirty tan cheeks. Her skin was butter soft, and used to smell like lavender, but now only smelled of fear. Thick and cloying was the scent, sliding against my face like a long forgotten lover. She was whispering, softly uttering words against my throat.
"Please, don't. Stop. Please, Stop." She whimpered, her words lost and crushed against my fevered skin. "I'll do anything you want. Please, stop." It was a lie of course. Jenny wouldn't do anything I wanted. It's what had gotten her here, naked and crushed against my skin, left beautifully in my tender mercies. I would have laughed at her lies if I could have released her for but a moment. What a dirty little liar.
I reached one hand down and tore open her shirt from collar to waist, exposing that milky expanse of spine to the cold dank air. The silk made a thick wet sound that was almost lost in my Jenny's shrill scream.
"No, no, no. What are you doing? Please." She was panicking, her words hot and rushed. She struggled filing her body against mine in heavy waves of panic and anger. She needn't have wasted the energy, I simply pressed my mouth closer to her fear tainted skin. She whimpered, and I smiled gently against her skin at the noise. I worried at her neck, tearing at that sweet tender flesh and ripped those dark whimpers from her throat. "Noooo. Plea—" She didn't finish her words, I simply ripped the cloth from her chest, and threw it to the dirty floor. Her breath came in harsh gasps as I took us both to the floor, crushing her in the dirt beneath me. She cried harder now, her face screwed up like a child afraid of the dark. She learned too late that the things in the dark are real.
I ripped the scrap of purple lace she called a bra from her chest, my clawed fingers leaving marks in her skin. She screamed in pain and I reveled in it, grinding my hips against her. Jenny thrashed again, kicking her legs against me and pulling my hair. I liked it, I moaned my pleasure against her skin and released her throat from my mouth. Blood trickled in a slow river down her neck, to pool in the hollow of her collarbone. Her collar was so delicate, a soft sweeping of winged arches framing small pert breasts. I slapped them, closing my eyes against the sound of her flesh. She whimpered and I slapped them again, harder, opening my eyes to watch her tiny blushing nipples harden against my attack, thrusting defiantly into the cold air. I grinned at her, twisting her left nipple pulling it forward and releasing it.
'Uhh!" she cried out and her body arched from the floor, thrusting her groin against mine. I stilled like a snake in the chill and did it again, twisting, pulling listening to her moan in pain, I licked my lips. "Please... Please..." her sweet voice was nothing now. A simple wrecked shutter into the air. I leaned my face into hers, scraped my teeth against her forehead, against her tender button of a nose, and bit deep into that rosebud mouth. I drew blood. She arched against me again, a moan shattered from her throat. My tongue swept along her throat, dipped into my pool of her life blood, and I painted it across her handful of breast, painting her nipples the color of sin.
My dark claws lead themselves as if with a mind of their own along her buttery skin, tearing lightly into that flesh, and smearing the beads of blood along the way. They found themselves at her panties, damp from her sweat and the darkness of her womanhood. How I love silk. I crushed my fingers into her sweet darkness, tearing desperate "no's" and dark little screams from Jenny's mouth. I pushed into that hotness through her panties, listening to the music of silk ripping and tearing against my claws. Her body stilled below me, her breath going soft and deep. The smell of desire mingled with the air. Fear, Sex and Lavender. I found her button and pinched it, Jenny twitched and let out a little cry, her body began shaking.
I bit into her breast, worrying and tearing at her skin, drawing thick blood into my mouth, and she moaned, thrusting her puss against my violating hand. The shaking worsened, the edge of climax tainting her hot breaths. I pulled my hand away from her clit, followed the edge of her thigh, and brought it back again, violently smacking at her evidence of lady hood. She cringed in pain, crying out and trying to squirm away through the dirt. I released her and let her crawl, flipping herself over and dragging her beautiful breasts through the dust, her blood mingled in dark tracks following in her wake. Death makes you slow. I tilted my head and watched her like a bird with it's prey. Following the line of her body with my eyes, her curve of ass, that dark tempting hollow between her thighs, the bloodied marks my fingers had made in her thighs. I wanted to bite the sweet pit of her knee, rip her little dirty socks from her feet. She kept crawling though, and I let her, listening to her cry, and whimper. With a soft snapping noise, like stepping on light bulbs, I broke the tethers tying the front of my fly together, my member already threatening to rip from the pants, she turned her head slowly as if in horror, flinching with each sound. My mouth parted and Jenny let out a soft scream, but my mouth was not for her at this moment, I slip my fingers across my tongue, wetting them with my saliva, and slid my hand down my chest, gripping my cock and pulling it from it's confines. Her chocolate browns grew huge and she half screamed through a closed mouth, scrambling in the dirt for the door.
