My Daniel walked through my front door, his new little whore right behind him. This was fun, though, because this was exactly what I had expected him to do, to bring his little fuck toy as a show of possession and separation, possession of her and separation from me.
My name is Megan Holly. I'm a twenty-four-year-old white woman of German and French descent, and I stand five-foot-two and weigh one hundred and twenty-eight pounds. I'm an adorable, gorgeous little thing with a cherub face, short, dyed-blonde hair, and beautiful green eyes. I look like a hot little sex toy when naked, with squeezable, malleable C-cup breasts and dark-pink nipples, and the prize in my package is a completely eatable, fuckable bald cunt with an amazing dark-pink triangular hood and a tiny little dark-pink clit. I'm what every boy fantasizes about when they stroke their manhoods in the dark of night.
Today I was in a light-green dress that went down just past my knees, little white print flowers all over it, with my comfortable white canvas shoes on, and I had topped that off with my good pearl earrings and matching necklace, a homey, housewife look to make Daniel regret leaving me for this fucking trailer trash he had brought into my home.
My Daniel is Daniel Christianson, my one true love, and he's the one I'm going to marry and be with together forever. Daniel is a twenty-four-year-old white man that stands six-foot-even, has broad shoulders, and is lined with all-natural muscle on that delicious working man's body. He's gorgeous in the face, with sapphire-blue eyes, rugged yet soft features, and beautiful short black hair that's a little stiff in the front. He is every girl's dream, or at least, he should be.
He was in his signature light-blue long-sleeve button-up with a white undershirt, dark blue jeans, and tanned hiking boots, and...and...Sigh...He looks so dreamy that I could just eat him up.
His little whore was named Saoirse, and apparently that's pronounced 'Ser-Shah', because it's an Irish name, but I really didn't care about that. She was a temporary speed bump in my taking back of Daniel, a little trollop of cow jizz that I was going to feed to Lance at the first opportunity. I wanted to watch, however. I wanted my Lance to take small bites out of her in order to keep her alive for a few minutes before he ate her. I'd have him start with the softer parts, probably the breasts.
She was taller than me, about five-foot-eight, and she was a little slender for her height, not quite an hourglass like me, but she was still quite beautiful, and this really burned me up inside, made me want to snap her bones one by one, which I could, by the way, but I'll explain my unnatural strength later on. Anyway, she was a white girl, obviously, of Irish descent, with long, curly, brown hair and brown eyes, and she sported C-cup breasts on her chest, the same make and model as my own...Yes, I was probably going to have Lance start with those breasts.
This little bitch was in a pair of stonewashed jeans and a red T-shirt with the white letters 'So Perfect' in cursive. On her feet was a pair of black hiking boots, and this overall look just screamed trailer trash, making me want to slap Daniel and ask him what the fuck he was thinking.
But onto the main gist of my complaint.
You see, Daniel's a werewolf, but I won't get into how I know that. It's too long of a story. Needless to say, I'm positive he broke up with me all of those months ago because he was afraid of infecting me with lycanthropy, but I'm also positive that he infected me just by all of the times we'd made love, kind of like transferring a supernatural STD. My time for my plans was running out, because it was only a matter of time before Daniel infected his new fuck toy with lycanthropy, and that would make her much more difficult to kill, and THAT would interfere with me getting back together with him. Nevertheless, I always have a backup plan just in case...No matter. I was setting my plan into motion, and that plan was starting right...now.
"Daniel!" I said gleefully.
I ran up and gave him a hug at the doorway, but he politely pried me off of his handsome chest. I admit, this angered me, but I knew how to play the long game, so I did not show a hint of that anger.
"Megan," breathed Daniel.
"Come in, come in!" I said excitedly. "I've just finished baking some bread. Please...come have a slice...both of you."
It ground into me to offer any hospitality to Daniel's whore, but it was necessary. I had to keep up the charade.
"Uhhh...okay," said Daniel nervously.
He gave a quick and anxious glance to his new 'girlfriend', but she only rolled her eyes...What a little cunt. Oh, I was definitely going to enjoy ending her. A snippy-snippy here, a snippy-snippy there...Cutting parts off of her sounded fun. Hmmm...Why should Lance have all the fun? Perhaps I should keep her execution all to myself.
I led the pair into the kitchen and waved a hand toward a couple of small wooden chairs at my little square kitchen table. My kitchen was an immaculate white, with garden print upon the wallpaper, images of green bell peppers, onions, tomatoes, and whatnot decked out all over the kitchen walls, and this give my little cooking area that downhome feel that went straight to a man's heart.
I slipped on an oven mitt, opened my white oven, and pulled out my finished loaf of sweetbread. I'd already made this bread sometime ago, but I had the oven on low heat to keep it warm for my guests. I placed that loaf on the table, cut a slice for each of them, and put those slices on my small china plates for that extra special touch.
"Megan..." said Daniel nervously. "This is nice and all, but we really can't stay. I came here to...well...to try to get you to understand..."
"Oh, I know, silly," I said with a warm smile as I waved him off. "It's okay. I know we weren't meant to be. I'm just glad you came by to see me. I'm doing all right, if you wanted to know."
"Oh," said Daniel in visible surprise. "Oh, well...I...Okay, then."
"Yes, I had a heartbreaking moment or two," I said with a sad smile, "but sometimes that's life. I cried for a while, but I got over it. I mean, we've been apart for a long time now. I guess it just shocked me to see you with someone else."
"I am...really sorry about that," said Daniel sheepishly. "I didn't want to break it to you like that...It just felt...cold."
"It's fine," I smiled. "Saoirse is very beautiful, by the way. You couldn't have done better."
"Oh...thank you," said this 'Saoirse' in a polite tone. "I...uhhh...am happy to be your guest for the moment."
"Nonsense," I said as I waved her off. "Any friend of Daniel's is a friend of mine. I'm just hoping we can get along and be good friends. That way I can spill all of my dirty little secrets about Daniel to you. That should keep him under your thumb."
This young lady gave a short guffaw as Daniel turned a slight red. Yes, I had a way with people now that I never had before my little infection. I could tell that this was going to be easier than I had first thought.
I took that moment to study her aura. You see, I have the power to see people's auras, that ring of light around each person that defines their soul. That perk came with the infection that Daniel inflicted upon me. It's a great little power, because it allows me to see people as they truly are, and therefore it allows me to properly pull their strings.
This girl's aura was red, purple, pink, light-blue, green, and teal, the colors of wrath, pride, love, compassion, envy, and mercy, a strange mix for an individual to possess. It was like she was a perfect balance between darkness and light, but there was one thing missing...the color of pearl...the color of fidelity. This little whore was not the loyal type, and I could use that. All I had to do was turn Daniel against her, and she would run. Of course, I was still going to kill her even after I parted her from Daniel...I do have principles, you know.
This young woman in my target sights picked up my slice of bread and bit into it, nodding her head in appreciation of my home cooking. She chewed, swallowed, and then gave me an earnest look.
"This is really good," she said thoughtfully.
"Thank you," I replied. "Cooking is something I have a bit of talent in."
