0 comments/ 28528 views/ 2 favorites Memories Ch. 01 By: katzen The question they would ask, Arawn realized, wasn’t why he had gone so far, but why hadn’t he gone farther. The hot water beat into his head and shoulders, pulling his black hair away from his face, coursing over muscles that were long and lean, skin that was fine and pale. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the light, leaving his smile to go unseen as he remembered all he had done that night. The streets had been packed; the bodies that forced past him were made heady, hypnotic. The night and the neon turned the crowds into flashes of people, mixed into color, smeared with motion, transparent and gaudy. Every person moved unconsciously to the beat of the music that spilled from open doors, their laughter and screams a perfect counterpoint, their smiles merely another source of light. He walked then among them, his eyes wide, a smile forever on his lips, a point of stability in the chaos of the crowd, a coolness among the heat. Arawn could smell them, the ones who noticed him, smell their fear and their excitement. His hair hung in long curls, collecting occasionally in front of his face until the wind blew them back again. His face was fine featured, his eyes too dark, his mouth too full, but it was the sense of what was behind it that he fed on, that called them. There was danger there, too close to the surface to be ignored, too hidden to be truly marked. He was every rape fantasy, every smooth talking rogue, every desire to be dominated that lurked in the hearts and minds of women and men, secret and semi-secret dreams that were hauled out only when the night was very, very old to be examined and caressed and carefully placed back before the sun rose again. There were those foolish enough to mistake him for an incubus. From time to time, he simply stood and watched them, choosing not to be seen, his eyes narrow and his smile too broad. He could afford to be selective each night, though, if he were lucky, he would get more than one choice. It was in a moment of stillness that a whiff of laughter caught his ear and he moved back into the crowd, watching for it, following it. His hunt took him into a nearby club where the music was loud enough to throb through the body and upset the heart’s beat. Still, he caught the laugh again as the bouncers hurried him through, instinctively, unconsciously limiting his time near them. The club was a riot of music and sweat, bodies and voices all thrumming together as he slowly became a part of this place. Eyes never met his, but he could feel them trace his body, gazes plucking at the silk of his shirt and the darkness of his pants. The laughter echoed through his mind again and a flash of white seemed to sparkle across the floor, luring him closer, until he could see what so many others were staring at. She wore a mockery of a bridal veil over her blonde hair, it’s netting tousled by the night’s wind, the hair glowing under the lights. Her white skirt was too short for her comfort as she tried to tug it into place, its leather barely showing under the voluminous white t-shirt she wore over it. He drew nearer and he could see the shirt was studded with candies, marks showing where some had been removed, a man leaning in at that moment. The mock bride woman pulled the shirt away from her body, holding it taut, and the man pulled a candy free with his teeth, making lurid sucking noises and leaving a damp stain as he waggled his eyebrows at her lewdly. Arawn drew closer still, headed for the bride, but was assaulted by a woman with hair dyed too black for her skin, her voice a raspy screech in his ear. “It’s a dollar to get a candy, it’s her vibrator fund, for when married life gets too dull!” A chorus of cackles arose around him. Arawn flicked a bill into being, waving it at the black-headed girl without looking, not caring what denomination he chose. His eyes were locked with the bride-to-be’s and she reddened and glanced down. Her hands shaking, she pulled the shirt tight, blushing furiously all the while. Arawn smiled again and leaned in, pushing the material slightly, choosing his candy well, managing to barely graze her nipple with his teeth while never loosing eye contact. She jumped, her lips parting with a gasp, and blushed even farther. He crunched down and the candy exploded, sickeningly sweet against his tongue, but still he smiled, a small, secret smile that reached into her. She smiled back as he gently took her hand and raised it to his lips. His kiss burned on her skin long after he turned and left, never quite disappearing into the crowd. He could feel her eyes on him even from the bar, where he drank drinks he never paid for and didn’t taste. He caught her gaze from time to time, a slow grin forming each time she blushed and looked away. He could still catch a touch of the sweetness of the candy, the saltiness of her skin, and he used it to keep himself focused, to keep himself more aware of her than she was of herself. Finally, he turned to leave, and pleasure grew as he felt her watching, her half-excuses, her pleas for some alone time echoing through the club to his ears. She was following, then, he mused, his joy becoming more evident, the gleam in his eye causing the people around him to back away. She was following. He waited for her just outside the door, but refused to let her catch up. Instead, he headed around the building for the alley, where the music faded, the lights died, and the night was strongest. Her uncertain footsteps echoed behind him, her high heels slipping on loose stones and garbage. Still, he walked, taking his time, keeping her with him. When Arawn judged himself far enough back, he stopped and watched her come, chuckling at her difficulties as her eyes struggled with the darkness. She was almost on top of him before she saw him and as her mouth opened in a gasp of surprise, he simply pulled her into his arms and crushed her with a kiss. At first, she struggled, his lips hot against hers, his tongue insistent, until with a low moan, she accepted his embrace and fell into him, her arms sliding around his back, her eyes closing, her tongue sliding in to meet his. His lips left her mouth, fluttering over her face, sucking at her neck, his breath winding into her ear and teasing the small hairs that grew at the base of her skull. She moaned again and pushed against him, eyes fluttering at the feel of his hardness against her belly. He leaned her back, his hand forced against the small of her spine, and assaulted her breasts, nibbling lightly at her nipples through the thin cotton of her t-shirt, sucking on the flesh, his other hand ripping open the front clasp of her bra before finally raising her shirt above her head. He pulled it back around her, trapping her arms and drew himself up to stare at her. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted, her milky cheeks suffused with a reddish glow. Her breasts stood up proudly as the wind rushed past the smears of saliva he had left behind, her nipples tightening, aching as they pushed forward. He laughed at that, a low chuckle, and her eyes fluttered open, lust overwhelming the tinge of fear she felt as she realized she couldn’t move her arms. He dove in again and she almost screamed as his teeth closed on the soft flesh near her cleavage, marking her as he sucked her blood to the surface to form a bruise. Then he was at her nipples again, so delicate and light she could barely feel him, making her writhe in his grasp, her eyes fluttering closed again. He tormented her for what felt like an eternity, rough and bruising one moment, so soft the next she almost cried. Her orgasm crested then waned, her frustration growing with every moment; until she was soaked in sweat and her breasts were covered in garish bruises. “What do you want?” it was the first time she had heard his voice and his words seemed to swim in her head, washing out the alarm bells that his tone set off in her. “What do you want,” he asked again, patient, firm, his tongue moving to tease the tips of her nipples. “I...” she tried to catch her breathe, to settle her mind, but it was impossible with all the sensation and the words boiled out from somewhere deep inside, “I...I want you.” “How.” She swallowed hard, unable to truly think and he simply stopped. He let her arms go, dropped her t-shirt to the filthy ground, and stepped away. She staggered as his physical hold on her ended, her pupils swollen, her voice a cracked whisper. “Please...” “Please what?” he was mocking her, but she didn’t care. “Fuck me,” the words were tortured, her arms reaching for him. He laughed again and leaned back against the wall, the sound of his zipper echoing in the relative silence of the alley, “Show me you want me. You were so hesitant before, prove to me that you’ll do anything to have me.” She moved slowly forward, staring at the whiteness of his skin against the black of his pants, her throat moving convulsively, “I’ve never...” “Shhh... you’ll be fine,” he guided her to her knees, laying his hand softly on the veil, “You’ll be wonderful.” Her hand reached in to fish him out, surprise at the size of him stamped across her lust-drunk face, her eyes fluttering up to meet his. He smiled again, a benevolent smile, and she darted out her tongue to taste him, moving tentatively at first, then with more gusto and he allowed his head to fall back against the wall and sighed. “Take me in your mouth.” She stopped for a moment, then leaned even farther in, the wet warmth of her mouth enclosing him, sliding up and down as far as she could without gagging, her hand struggling to make up the difference. “That’s it,” he moaned, grinning as he gritted his teeth, his fingers weaving into the mock bridal veil, pulling her head even farther down, sliding himself in and out of her mouth, “That’s it.” The taste of him filled her and she watched his face, looking for approval, any previous disgust she had felt sliding away as a new warmth filled her body. His eyes were closed, now, his pleasure evident as he simply stood and allowed her to do her best, feeling her lips tighten about the head, her tongue coating the bottom. He seemed to glance down in slow motion, his eyes catching a glimmer of red neon as he smiled. She was on her knees in the filth, her bridal veil tousled and clenched in his fist, her innocence staring up at him He grinned even wider as his other hand grabbed hold of the veil, his fingers tightening through it into her hair, and he started to roughly pump in and out of her mouth, picking up speed until he was slamming into her throat, the gagging he caused arousing him even farther, her eyes watering as she struggled to keep up. It was tempting to stop there, to revel in the violation and the warmth and allow himself to simply explode deep into her stomach, but instead, he roughly yanked her to her feet and spun her around, slamming her into the wall as his lips met hers again, one hand kneading her breast, the other sliding up her skirt. She tried to stop him, a moment of sanity returning, but he left her breast and quickly captured both her hands, pinning them to her own belly as he ripped out the crotch of her panties and slid a finger inside. She was hot and wet and...he smiled. “A virgin?” She wanted to die, to disappear, ashamed of something she had been so proud of before. “I’m waiting...” she could barely speak, his finger was dancing at the edge of her and sliding across her and teasing her and...”I’m....I was waiting for my wedding tomorrow.” “For your wedding night? Oh, how romantic,” she could feel the threat of his leaving with every inch of her body, her pussy tightening as she tried to capture his finger and get it deeper inside. “Please...” He loosened his grip on her hands and spun her around, forcing her to bend over the dumpster beside them, pulling her skirt up around her waist. The smell of garbage met her nose, the slimy feel of metal under her hands, then he was behind her, his breath on her pussy, teasing the hairs, trickling over her wetness. His tongue slid forward and she screamed into the dumpster, the heat of it jabbing into her clit and teasing it out from under its hood. It seemed so rough and smooth as it danced about, sliding over her firmly, darting inside to circle the rim. Her breath came in short gasps, her cheek pressed into slick, dirty metal, her eyes closing tightly as she tried to scream again. Again, he slid his tongue inside of her, then he was sucking at her clit, then he was licking and pushing at her asshole. Again and again he made the circuit, falling into a steady rhythm, focusing more and more on her clit until she thought she would pass out, bringing her closer and closer to the orgasm she’d almost had before, never letting her peak. She growled with frustration as his tongue left her, but he slid up to stand behind her, poised to enter, his cock pushing at the very edge, his hands on her waist. Then, again, he simply stopped. “Do you want me?” his voice was a low chuckle, a dark laugh. “Yes,” she moaned and circled her hips, trying to coax him inside. “Truly want me?” “Yes,” she was sobbing, arching her back, straining. “Take me.” He loosened his grasp and, without thinking, she slammed back into him, screaming at the sharp pain as he ripped through her. His hands tightened again and he thrust into her again, moving farther in this time, then again, and again, until he was buried to the hilt. Slowly, then, ever so slowly, he set his pace, reveling in the tightness of her, the sounds she made, the smell of her that surrounded him even through the garbage. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid in and out until she began to move with him and he slowed even more, pulling fully out and sliding all the way back in. One hand left her waist and his finger circled her clit, causing her to buck against him. Another hand slid back and he teased her ass, his spit making his thumb slid easily in part way, her movements becoming frenzied. He simply stood still then and let her move, her pace increasing as she drove for the orgasm she had been so long denied, muttered obscenities falling from her lips. Now he had a finger fully inside her ass and she thrust back and forth as though mad, her veil smeared with rotting garbage, her cheeks streaked with dirt and sweat She worked him, circling her hips, lost in her rapture. She was fucking him and he simply stood and took it, his own pleasure evident in the slit of his eyes, the way his head fell back. She worked even harder, her orgasm nearly on her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her back arched, her head tossed back to the sky. His finger danced just too lightly on her clit, his other finger was deep inside her ass, rubbing deliciously against his cock as it slid in and out of her, stretching her in a way she would have thought impossible. He moved harder against her clit, the wetness burning away slightly under the friction, another finger joining the one in her ass and she finally came, her cries reaching to the skies as her eyes flew open and her body locked into place, his own thrusting taking up where she had left off, making it last and last, rolling over her, making her sightless, stopping her breath. He opened his own eyes and smiled broadly, meeting the gaze of her friend, the black haired woman, who stood near the other dumpster. At the sight of her open mouthed shock, he laughed again and pulled the bride tight onto him, his own orgasm washing over him. With each wave, he pulled her a little closer, enjoying her shrieks of pleasure as they mingled with his own growls of ecstasy. Then, in the relative silence, he stood for a moment before roughly pushing her away, her legs giving out and dropping her onto the concrete. The black haired girl just stared, one hand at her mouth, as he tucked himself together and ran his fingers through his hair. With a final smile, he left them, the bride crying as sanity returned, her veil torn and muddied, her shirt gone, her skin covered in the bruises he gave her, her friend not taking a single step to help her. At the mouth of the alley, he stopped and his voice came back on the breeze. “A lovely wedding to you, may you have all the happiness I’m capable of wishing to you.” The crowds around him once again, he laughed to himself and began the hunt anew. She would never be able to claim rape, her own enthusiasm had seen to that. She would never be able to hide the bruises to her new husband. Her husband would never be able to make her come as strongly as she had in that dark alley and she would find herself fantasizing about it in the years to come, her shame returning more and more strongly with every orgasm she coaxed herself to from the memory. He had no idea how she would resolve this and he didn’t care. Her innocence was his now and there was so much more he could do before the sun rose. As he shook himself from his memory, he realized the water was growing cold and the sun would be up soon. He stepped out of the shower and flipped on the light, gazing at himself in the blood spattered mirror, ignoring the form that lay on the floor behind him, its breathing long since stopped. He dressed nonchalantly and headed out the door, locking it behind him. He avoided the elevator and the people that lived in the building, taking the stairs two at a time and singing softly to himself. In a few moments, the demon stepped into the end of the night and headed home. Memories Ch. 01 Robert stood in front of the mirror in the large master bath in his bathroom, he looked at his naked body, fresh from the shower. His left hand was wrapped around his semi hard cock slowly stroking it. Here he was almost 46 years old, his body was still in great shape, he wore a size 34 pant, his hair was still black, with some sign of graying in his hair, his chest was moderately hairy and the bush around his cock which was responding to the slow left hand masturbation was thick. His arms and legs were muscular, as he worked out some, and kept himself fit. His hardening cock was a good 8 inches, about three or four fingers thick and never seemed to stay soft for too long. The last couple of days he had masturbated about 6 or 7 times, after what he saw on Monday night. He woke up from a fairly good sleep hearing something different in the house, put his house robe on and ventured out. The noise was coming from his daughter's room, Cheryl. He made his way to her door which was slightly open, the lamp beside the bed was on and when he neared the door he caught sight of what was happening. His daughter, now 22 and in college was laying on her back completely naked on top of the covers, she had her legs spread, her neatly trimmed blond pussy in plain sight as her fingers worked circle around her clit. Her eyes were closed, her head back as she let out another long moan and shook on the bed. Robert just stared, as he watched his daughter his cock was beginning to stir. She looked so much like his ex-wife it was stunning. He watched her tits shake as she crammed her fingers into her cunt and her hips began to buck as she fucked herself. It occurred to him that she use to go out all the time, but this semester she hadn't gone out at all, and smiled knowing it had taken it's toll on her apparently. She seemed to be calming down so he slowly moved away from the door and returned back to his room. After a few minutes of trying to sleep, he grabbed his hard cock and began to masturbate with the scene of his daughter in his mind. He didn't last long and shot a large load of cum all over himself and his sheets in the bed. He was amazed at the amount of cum and chalked it up to not enough sex over the last few months. Now as he stared into the mirror with his hard cock in his hand, his mind turned back to his ex wife that his daughter looked so much like. Years ago, his wife Karen was a foxy blond chick, all the right curves and moves and quite a fuck. He remembered fucking her back then, her tight cunt pulsing on his cock, her bucking wildly in bed begging for more. She never seemed satisfied, even if the fucked two or three times a day. She'd suck his cock anywhere and seemed consumed with sex all the time. He'd come home and find her naked and masturbating. The only time he'd ever seen her sane was when she was pregnant and for some time after when Cheryl was young. But a year or so after, she was just as hot as ever. She swore she'd never have another child, and they didn't. When Cheryl was about eight years old, he came home from work early. He wanted to surprise Karen while Cheryl was in school and fuck her brains out. Karen hadn't seemed into sex lately like she use to be, Robert had chalked it up to age, child raising, and never being alone anymore. However, today was going to be fun, he was going to fuck her until she begged him to stop, which he knew she never would. His cock was hard has he pulled up into the drive and noticed a car out front across from the house. It looked like Gerald's car. Gerald was a co-worker that had been over for dinner a few times with his wife, and seemed like an alright kind of guy. Gerald and his wife were about the same age as Robert and Karen, although Gerald's wife was dark and sultry looking, a little smaller than Karen in height and breast size, and she always wore way too little when ever Robert had seen her. Although he enjoyed their company, he really didn't want to see them now, all he wanted was to fuck his wife and that was all he could think of. The door was unlocked and he wandered into the living room finding it empty, some of Karen's clothes were on the floor. He wished she'd pick up after herself better as he moved toward their bedroom. The door was open and he thought he could hear something, and as soon as he could see into the bedroom he knew what he was hearing. There on the bed was Karen, naked and her legs spread, and Gerald was naked as well, with his cock buried in his wife. Robert froze in his tracks, neither had heard him or seen him, they were too occupied with themselves. Robert's already hard cock was twitching as he stared at the two of them, Gerald was slowly pushing his cock into his wife, Karen had her eyes closed and was moaning. Gerald pressed his cock deep into Karen's cunt, pausing a second, then slowly began to pull his cock out till just the head was buried. They were slow fucking and Robert was stunned by the whole scene. Anger was building up in him as well as lust, his cock was leaking pre-cum in his pants as he watched them pick up the pace and Gerald began to slam his cock into Karen, his balls smacking against her ass, Robert had a perfect view of Gerald's cock fucking his once loyal wife's cunt. He could see juices running down her ass cheeks, she was cumming again and again on his cock and he was slamming her for all he was worth. She locked her legs around Gerald as she began to shudder and squeal, he was driving his cock home like a piston and began to grunt. She pulled his cock deep into her cunt as he slammed it home one last time and Robert could see his balls tighten as he emptied them into his wife's cunt. The sweat glistened off them as the lay still for a second, Robert could see cum leaking out of Karen as Gerald moved off her, his cock now soft and spent. It was at that moment Karen caught sight of her husband standing there at the door staring at them. Robert had no words for either of them, he was confused about the lust and anger that was inside him. Part of him wanted to hurt both of them and the other part wanted them to do it again while he watched. Gerald followed Karen's horrified look to see Robert standing there, he glanced at him for a second and then began to put his clothes on. No one spoke as Gerald walked past Robert and hurried to the door and out. Karen got out of the bed, still nude and approached him, not knowing what to say or do. She stood in front of him as the tears began running down her face and cum running down her naked legs as he just stared at her not knowing what to say. Then she slowly walked over to him, dropped to her knees and began to fumble at his zipper. He stared, and watched as she undid the buckle and pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his knees. His cock bounced up, it was hard as a rock like she hoped it would be. She took his cock in her hand and began to rub it slowly up and down and then lick the shaft. Robert watched, it felt great and yet he was angry at her. She slowly slid his cock into her mouth; she had sucked him before, but never to completion and really never with much enthusiasm at all. Now she was taking his cock into her mouth to the back of her throat and sucking while rubbing the shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. He groaned, it was certainly the best blow job she had ever given him, and maybe the best he'd ever had. He put his hands on each side of her head and began to push in with his hips, something she would have never allowed him to do, but she kept sucking as his cock pushed deeper into her throat. With every thrust he expected her to gag and push him away, but she kept sucking and now his balls were slapping her chin as he crammed his cock down her throat. He could feel his balls begin to boil and knew it wouldn't be long before he came. He increased the pace, sliding his cock into her throat harder and harder, gripping her head tighter and tighter, not concerned about how she felt. He let the anger and the lust boil together as he finally crammed his cock down her throat and held it. His balls tightened, his cock jerked, and his cum pumped out down her throat. He was still shooting his cum as he pulled out of her mouth and cum hit her mouth and cheek. He looked at her there kneeling on the floor, Gerald's cum on her legs, his cum on her face then suddenly he pulled up his pants and walked away. She stayed there for hours like that, not coming out to talk to him or even cleaning up. He had no words for her and it seemed like it was all over between them. He looked in the mirror again; his cock was hard remembering that day. It really turned him on, not just the blow job, but the other part as well, the part where she was getting fucked by another man. The vision of her legs wrapped around Gerald had his hand moving faster and faster. She had promised to never do it again that night after getting out of the shower, and she said she'd do anything to keep her marriage alive, she swore she loved him. Thinking back on it, he knew she meant it at the time, but they would never made it after that, but they tried.