Page 71 of Madness Behind the Mask
A man fucks her from the back as she lies on top of the woman, who is scissoring her hard, her hands full of the snack’s breasts. Leaning up, she sucks a nipple into her mouth and moans. Two men, one on either side, force thesnack’s hands around their veiny cocks. They rock their hips into her as they each fist her hair and take turns yanking her lips against their pre-cum heads.
The man behind her pulls back, looks down, rearranges his cock, and then thrusts in hard. Given how the female vampire’s lips pop off that creamytittywith a scream of pleasure, I can only assume he’s now fucking her as he shoves his fingers into the girl’s cunt.
Tears streak down the snack’s face, her broken arm not cared for at all, and I can see the fight fading from her eyes. All hope gone. I doubt she’ll survive till the morning. Either they’ll kill her, or she’ll do it herself.
A roar of frustration mixed with a crowd of laughter has my head turning to the right.
“Watch it, Max! She’ll stab you!”
More laughter follows, but the bulk of bodies is too thick for me to see through. As I make a beeline for them at the back wall, the crowd parts, hurriedlymoving bodies falling over pulled down pants. Doesn’t matter if they were feeding or fucking, if they’re my men or the snacks, they all scamper away.
I arrive just as Max, a silver fox turned in his fifties, pins a lass to the wall, one thick, veiny hand around her throat, one clasped around her wrist. She still has a grip on a steak knife, keeping hold of it even as he slams her arm against the wall repeatedly.
But my eyes are on her long black hair. It’s down to her waist.
Just like Sau’s.
I lift my eyes to her face and grin.
Green fire glares back at the man growling in her face.
I can picture Sau so clearly as she stared at me, willing me to die with her in their kitchen, and my cock grows fully hard.
I stride forward just as Max slams her whole bodyagainst the wall. The crowd starts to hoot and holler, but then one ofthevampiresonthe sidelines catches sight of me and she nudges the woman beside her. Both quiet, and that instant silence spreads like wildfire through the line as they turn their heads and jump. Stepping back, they part for me, but Max is too focused on his meal to notice.
Just as he jerks the woman’s head to the side so he can bite her neck, I grab a fistful of his own head, my claws digging into his flesh, down through that soft part of his skull.
He starts to throw an elbow back, an instinctive reflex that might have saved him from anyone else. But I simply catch it with my other hand, crush his joint together like a ball of clay, and then toss him across the room.
While still holding on to his head.
His neck tears with a delightful squelch, his arteries spraying free as his eyes instantly lose focus. His headless body hits the wall, then dropswith athud. The crowd has gone silent, as have the two violinists. Even the terrified snacks have stopped screaming.
As Max starts to dissolve into ash, I release his head and step towards the woman with the long black hair.
Her back pressed against the wall, she trembles, her knees bent in a half-cower. But she still stares at me in defiance. Still grips that knife with a hope that it’ll save her.
Smiling with all my charm, I walk towards her slowly.
She doesn’t move, her gaze on mine,her brain faltering on what it should do. I stop in front of her and lift a hand to her cheek. Max’s ashes leave a smudge across her skin, and I rubthe last of himacross her lips.
She trembles as she swallows, the pulse at her throat working hard. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, “Stab me.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, no doubt fearing what will happen if she does.
But I can feel her other thoughts whirling.
Feel it in the calming of her tremors.
In the straightening of her spine.
What do I have left to lose?
Jerking her arm forward, sheslamsthe knife into my side, but it catches on my rib cage, nicking the bone. Her hand tightens around the handle to yank it free again, and I let her, delighting in the pain, in the proximity to Sau’s fire.
It’s not as good as the real thing.
This little snack can’t do anything to really hurt me, her reflexes too slow, her power too little, herfirenot hot enough.
