The Cougar's Passion
Sunday, January 26th -- Kamifurano
Fumi was drawn out of sleep by a strong set of hands on her. "I need to sleep, Ando," she protested, pushing his hands away. They were like iron, not letting go. "I mean it. You've had enough for one night."
"I need more, little slut," Ando hissed.
Fumi sighed, opening her eyes. She could just make out the form of the handsome, young man she had fucked in exchange for staying in his hotel room. Her ass was full of his wonderful cum. He had pumped quite a few loads into her this evening. But she needed sleep. She was traveling up the mountain to the Yukishoujo-no-onsen, the hot spring where she hoped to be granted a boon. She wanted to make love to Kyle, and he couldn't so long as her pussy would kill him.
She hated being a Yuki-onna.
"I need more now," he hissed, his hands tightening on her shoulder.
"Stop that. You're hurting me."
"Good."
She pushed the last bits of sleep off her mind as her heart beat faster. This wasn't right. His voice sounded different. "Ando? What?"
He pinned her down, his body atop her. "I'm gonna have so much fun with you."
"Get off me!" She pushed on his body, digging her fingernails into his flesh.
He grunted in pain and she pulled her right foot up, planting it against his stomach and pushed hard. He stumbled back and she rolled over, trying to get to the edge of the bed, her heart racing. Something was really wrong. His voice was different, and she wasn't shedding any pheromones, so he shouldn't be inflamed with passion right now. She reached for the cylindrical, bow case on the floor that held the special yumi Kyle had given her.
"Bitch," he snarled, grabbing her ankle and hauling her across the bed.
She kicked with her free foot, catching him in the balls. "Help! Help!"
"Goddamn slut," he grunted, doubling over, but his grip didn't slacken. His hand shot down, grasping other leg. She struggled, trying to kick her legs free from his grip. "You are going to pay for that, bitch. You hurt my cock. You need to kiss it to make me better."
"I'll bite it," she hissed. "Asshole!"
He pulled her across the bed until her butt rested at the edge, her legs around his body. She tried to squeeze her thighs shut, but he leaned over her pressing his groin against her. He leered down at her and she slapped at his face, digging her fingernails into his cheek, leaving blood furrows as she scratched.
"We are going to have so much fun."
"Help!" Panic filled her. He was so much stronger than her. "Someone help--"
His mouth kissed hers hard, almost chewing on her lips. His hand found her breasts, squeezing hard, then pulling on her nipple. She groaned as pleasure flooded through her and she could smell her scent filling the air. Her body writhed, responding to his touch. She was a Yuki-onna, a succubus, and she thrived on sex.
She ground her pussy against him, kissing him back. Her fear melted into passion, her legs wrapped around his hips as she humped against him, his rough jeans rubbing against the sensitive lips of her pussy, stroking her aching clitoris.
"You are a slut," he laughed, pinching her nipple so hard the pain and pleasure mixed inside her. His other hand seized her throat, squeezing hard. She couldn't breathe, the blood pounding inside her head. She didn't stop humping him as her vision fuzzed. "It's a shame I have to kill you. I would love to keep you."
He let go of her breast, still squeezing her throat, relaxing for a moment so she could suck in a sweet breath, then tightening. Her pleasure burned fierce inside her. She never felt anything like this. She was so aware of everything that was going on. His belt buckle rattled, his zipper hissed, his cock smacked her pussy, hard and thick.
"Fuck...me..." she hissed, forcing the air past his tight fingers.
"Beg, slut!"
His hand relaxed.
She choked out: "Fuck me! I need your hard cock!"
Her body hungered, awakened by the adrenaline pumping through her body.
He squeezed her throat. His cock buried into her pussy.
Pleasure exploded through her. Hot and fast, a searing wind that left her bucking as she struggled to cry out her passion. Stars danced before her vision, her fingers and toes tingled. Her head lolled to the side, savoring the feel of his cock pumping in and out of her pussy. So wonderful. She could feel every inch of him inside her velvet, hungry sheath.
Her vision narrowed, her blood screaming through her mind. Her pussy convulsed again, another rolling wave of pleasure orgasmed through her body. She couldn't do anything more than lay there and be lost in the pleasure as the world retreated. Her lungs burned, her pussy was on fire. Her vision was almost gone.
Molten fire exploded inside her. Her cum spasmed through her body as her pussy drank every drop of his sweet cum. Such energy burned through her, fueling her body, her vision suddenly coming back clear as day.
"Yes," he hissed, his hips drawing back to spill another load inside her. "Such pleasure!" His back arched, his fingers crushed her throat.
Then her pussy devoured his life, sucking it out of his cock and feeding her. For months she had starved herself, subsisting on blowjobs and anal sex. And now she had her feast. She drank every drop the man possessed. His hand went limp, sweet air sucked into her throat, and he collapsed on her, his body cold as ice.
She had drained him dry.
Fumi pushed him off of her, panting, her throat burning, her mind struggling to think. Guilt and relief flooded her.
I killed another man.
He tried to kill me. Why?
Someone must have cast a spell on him.
She froze at that thought. Was the spell cast by the witch who had escaped them at the cabin? Was she out for revenge? Or were there other enemies of Kyle's that they did not know about? Fear clutched her heart. She scrambled off the bed, grabbing her stuff. She had to get out of here. Whomever had enchanted Ando would be coming to investigate.
"I'm sorry, Ando," she whispered as she grabbing her clothing from off the floor, his cum leaking down her legs. She didn't have time to clean up. She needed to get to the hot spring as fast as possible so she could get back to Kyle.
She pulled on her thick snow pants, two heavy sweaters and a thick jacket. She opened the case that held Windfeather, drawing the yumi out. The bow was the most finely crafted yumi she had ever possessed, the dark wood inlaid with a strange, green metal that didn't harm the bow's flex at all. She could suddenly feel the air swirling in the room, sense the subtle eddies and currents thanks to the bow.
Fumi almost went out the door motel room's front door, but her fear stopped her, freezing her gloved hand on the knob.
What if they're outside? They could be watching. I need to be smart.
She retreated to the bathroom, opening the window. She was on the second floor and peered out at the snowy ground below. More snow fell, black specks in the darkness. She drew on the bow, forming a wind blowing up the side of the building, snow whipping into her face, and leaped out.
She floated like a feather to the ground, cradled by her wind, landing in the calf-high snow. She had memorized the map. The trail to the hot spring should be to her left. She set out into the snowy night, fear hammering in her heart.
I'm running through a snowy mountainside. Didn't I dream something like that?
She tried to remember the dream she had on the plane. But she had been so tired. She vaguely remembered that she was stumbling blind through the snow, being hunted by something.
"I'm not blind. It must have just been a coincidence."
She threw a look over her shoulder anyways. All she saw was snow falling, burying her footsteps.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Zaritha hated the snow.
She was a being of fire, haunting the deserts. The freezing precipitation irked her. She stood in the falling snow, the delicate flakes flashing into steam right before touching her skin. The drift she stood in had melted, steam rising about her, exposing the green grassy verge beside the plowed road, her eyes fixed on the hotel room.
It had been two hours since Ando had entered the motel room. She had told the human to make her suffer. Surely she had suffered enough in this amount of time. Worry began eating at her. She cursed the rules that creation had placed on her race. Why had they been given all their power if they couldn't use it how they pleased?
Not like these barbarous humans. They could do what they want, creation didn't care. How she hated them all. Particularly her master. The slave bracers burned on her wrists, demanding that she go in there and kill little Fumi. But no Hidden Person could kill a mortal. Her people could do a lot to one, control them, torture them, but not directly kill one.
And her pawn was taking far too long.
