It had been starving for too long. Feeding on scraps and proxies in a maimed body, it had often wondered when, or if, it would have a proper meal again. Years it had waited, but the motions were the same as always. An instinct even now. It looked down at its skin, stretched over the body that the man approaching her could only have dreamed of. She was a woman this time, but the facade was imperfect. The skin on the right side wasn’t fully obeying. Crimson magicks danced beneath the surface of where it was thinner; the heaviest burns hadn’t fully healed. She would pay back those scars tenfold, but that would be a different day.
He was a farmer, though she didn’t much care. Humans were easy, and men were even easier. That was all she needed. All it took was a smirk and a wink and he happily followed the strange naked woman into his barn.
“Come,” she whispered, her voice a quenching hiss of oil against the heat he could already barely withstand. Normally she would have toned it down, letting it build slowly until he couldn’t stand to be apart from her any longer. But she was hungry. Pulling him into the embrace, her lips slammed into his with need that he instantly returned. She smirked into their kiss. He’d thought about his wife there, for just a moment, but she’d caught it. There was little more she loved than making men forget their wives.
His pants were off in moments, and she wrapped her legs around him. His hand fell to his cock, and he lined himself up with her new pussy. She rolled closed eyes. Human men were always the same. This time, though, she didn’t mind much, and agreeably angled her hips for him. He was at her entrance, shivering, no doubt finding it just as soaked and inviting as he had hoped. Still locked in their kiss, she watched the flicker of resistance behind his eyes. He thought of his wife again, just for a moment, before the memory faded and he plunged into her.
His cock slid deeper and deeper into a pussy built just for him. She drank in the deep, needy moans he let out as she squeezed him, inviting him into her and his doom. With a hop, she made him catch her so she could lock her ankles around his waist. Gravity helped him sink all the way until his cock had her completely impaled and his balls rested against her. She could feel her prize there. She could wait no longer.
Hands gripped her ass tightly, lifting her to reveal a glistening cock, but she never let him finish the motion. Slamming back onto him herself, she felt him shudder as her pussy claimed his entirety once again. Then again. He could do little but hold himself upright as the strange woman rode him, her hips gyrating in an odd rhythm that made his crotch a firestorm of need. She could already feel his balls begin to tense against her, and she frowned. The next one she would be more slow with, she supposed. This one was already close. But that meant she could drop the guise.
She continued to slam down as her body roiled and crackled beneath skin that had once been perfectly toned to human desires. The man’s eyes widened in terror as his dream dissolved with her body, and he screamed into their kiss. Hands shoved the monster, but it already had its prey helpless. Limbs he had no name for erupted from a sundered ribcage to wrap tightly around his back. He fell to the floor, but the thing was tightly latched. Its fingers pinned his arms to the floorboards with long talons, and the creature’s spine popped and hissed as it elongated, wrapping the new slender body around his legs twice. But never once during its writhing did the horrible thing release his cock, the new segmented body still relentlessly fucking him. His building orgasm was almost enough to override his horror. Until her face split.
Moments ago it had been the picture of allure, now open wide at the mouth, unfolding like a hideous flower in bloom. He winced, keeping his head as far as he could from it, though it had him completely pinned. A long tongue snaked out from somewhere between the shattered teeth, seemingly endless. His lips pursed hard, trying to refuse it entry, but it only slid across his closed lips before running up his cheek, tasting him. It left a trail of black ooze that singed his skin.
“Kiss me,” it whispered again, the same wind-chime that washed so pleasantly over him, coming deep from somewhere within the thing’s throat. He whimpered as his body reacted on its own, his lips slowly parting for the thing even as all of him screamed for it to stop.
“Good boy.”
Its tongue wormed into his mouth, coiling around his own in a tight embrace. The sludge it fed him tasted like apple cider, the twin sensations of the pleasant taste of home mixing with the violent invasion to scramble his senses even further. But he could barely pay attention to any of it. The changes around his crotch were much more pressing.
Her pussy had been the best thing he’d ever felt, but as the woman disintegrated into vile pieces on him, it was the one constant. In fact, it had only gotten better. The strange, segmented centipede body rocked into him over and over, claiming his hard cock as its own, again and again. It was immaculate. Each time he was forced deep into the creature, it seemed to swirl and squeeze around him, like a dozen delicate hands dancing together to milk him. An electric storm roared through his hips. He fought, but found the hold on him complete and unmovable. He could only fall into a half-tense trance as the monster forced him closer to the edge.
Drool fell from the sides of his mouth, now completely filled by the coiling, wriggling tongue that had begun even to delve down his throat. His eyes fluttered. He was so close now, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Briefly, the horrific realization flashed in his mind that the thing wasn’t going to let him pull out, and he was powerless to do it himself. He had no choice now but unload deep into the foul thing’s hole.
As the first gush splattered its depths, both groaned in ecstasy. It was the hardest he’d ever cum in his life, the intensity forcing his eyes closed and his body into spasms. The first real meal the demon had had in years; it drank each helpless injection with a pleasure that had its claws chattering against the floorboards. They sat entwined until the man lay limp, his chest heaving. Resh savoured the last weak release and smiled. It had been craving that for so long. Already it could feel the farmer’s vigour racing along its demonic veins. But it wasn’t yet sated. Insectoid hips resumed their grinding and the man groaned as his too-sensitive cock betrayed him, knowing now he was going to be eaten, just not how he’d imagined. Join the author for a forbidden conversation.