Slayer: A Short Story

He was silent. Watching the guests waltzing — crystalline and beautiful — their faces alight with the numbing adrenaline of alcohol and the sweaty exhilaration of a party. He’s had his tongue dipped in the honey of the party but something doesn’t sit well in his stomach, the once-sweet taste now churning poison in his gut. He gulped down a heady swallow of his drink, running the back of his hand along his mouth.

“You care about this one?” She looked surprised. None of the others would have gotten me rebel against her. I would always kill for her, with no hesitation.

“I hear it was a frenzied attack,” she goes on. “There wasn’t much left of her neck by the time he was finished with her.”

I sighed. "You can do whatever you want with the blade of justice, but it won't work against me." I have trained to defend myself against any kind of magic. To defend demon hunters who want to eliminate me. I was boring, so I started thinking about my past, where all the things happened.

"That's okay, you're unlike any girl I've met before." He maintained eye contact, and nodded to affirm the truth of his words as her slim arms moved back around him, and his larger, more muscular ones, embraced her, and his barrel chest pressed to her body. A light kiss to the top of her head, and his lips parted to whisper a sweet nothing, just as another voice cut through the night air. A voice he heard every day of his life, and that he'd recognised anywhere. He didn't have to turn to see who it was before he issued his threat about harming him.

“A-Augh…” Tyler’s face was flushed a deep crimson red as his sensitive spots were prodded at over and over again. To hold back any more moans, Tyler pressed his hands against his mouth, forming an X as his head tilted back, unbeknownst revealing more of the supple flesh Zach desired so. A soft and airy moan floated through his fingertips. “N-No more, Zach…” Tyler mumbled.

Alejandro looked at the woman like she was crazy. “That’s funny because I wasn’t planning on killing anyone lately.”

“Of course she did. She’s never liked me. I’m just a bastard to her.” Torien said sounding getting angry again.

Logan smiled, his monstrous half-wolf face displaying a mouthful of sharp, canine teeth. The tongue that lolled out partway as he chuckled was longer than any human tongue. Glistening wetly in the moonlight, it snaked down to take another slow, sensual lick up Holly's sweaty neck.

Sam scoffed, despite the dire situation. He really hadn't known what his actions would do to her, or the rest of Vault 101. "I had to kill people," Samantha muttered to herself as his talking went on, looking at her moving feet.

Unsure how she'd take the wrenching of arms behind her back, albeit gently, Brett was comforted by the exclamation of arousal, that was already coming to know from Elena, beginning to be able to tell from just the reaction of her body or the tone of her breathing what turned her on and that, once more, was a surprise to him. They'd only known each other sexually for a very short while, but it felt longer than that, and a smile flitted across his face as he planted a kiss on her lips. "No need to call me Jesus," he teased, before he sunk his entire length into her and the words turned into a gasp of pure arousal and pleasure. Buried in her tight, pussy, it felt a like a perfect fit, each thrust brining a gasp or groan and for his eyes to

He glanced up from the floor and slowly glanced at her. “What are you getting at; do I ever think about death,” he questioned in a soft, yet muddled tone.

Malice watched Zane and considered telling him, in the end he said, “We’re more than just demons.”

Jingyan turned his head away and that made him even angrier. With a hard bite, he drew blood, blood that he smeared across Jingyan 's lips with his own in a heated kiss. He loved the little whimpers-turned-moans spilling from Jingyan 's lips, loved the slick slides of their chests. "I love you."

She faced the newcomer, licking her lips. “Hello, my love.” She held up the blade and watched, almost mesmerized, as the blood dripped thickly from the edge. “Doesn’t it just turn you on?” she moaned as she rubbed her thigh, blood staining her skin. The dark grin reappeared on her face. “Will you die for me too?”