The Hunger

The Hunger



By LaMonte Henderson



July 17, 2002





         She could feel the slight tingle between her legs and throbbing deep within her womb and this time it caught her by surprise

         Was it time for the cycle so soon?

         Carefully, she reached beneath the restaurant table and felt the moisture oozing from between her legs and she shivered.  Yes, she could feel the cycles begin.  Soon it would consume her and she would be helpless against its hypnotic embrace.

         Before long, she knew the pulsations would begin.  Each one originating between her thighs, sending bursts of indescribable pleasure catapulting throughout her body.  She has learned long ago to control the convulsions resulting from the hunger.  But there has been times when she was weak and she had given in to the nearly orgasmic pleasure.  Of course, these little bursts were inadequate and only left her with an insane craving.  Only then did the hunger become stronger; only then did it demand completion.

         In those times, she was most vulnerable.

         She was also highly dangerous.

         The man seated across the table from her notices none of this.  He did not know that he was already beginning to lose individuality and that the widening smile slowly spreading across her face only confirmed his rapidly becoming simply another object with which she could satisfy her ravenous need.  She thought about later, when the hunger had completely consumed her how she would enjoy every inch of him.

         He was unaware that she had already forgotten his name and was content for the monemy, with staring intently at his full lips and light hazel eyes.  She watched his lips move as he talked, not hearing a single sound emanating from them.  To her, they were perfect lips and she imagined tham all over her body, kissing and sucking, probing and stimulating.  They were entrancing, and she fought a strong urge to take him right then and there upon the table.  Instead she satisfied herself visually, filling her eyes with the tormenting sight of his tongue slowly gliding across those perfect lips.  It was almost too much for her to bear when an image of his bared chest crep into her head and she fought belligerently for control.  A few times her leg rubbed against his under the table, which caused a violent shiver to course up her spine.  Involuntarily, her lips pulled back slightly, exposing perfectly white teeth and forced her slender hand to curl into a gnarled claw.

         Absently, her hand drifted under the table again.  Her fingers crept between her legs and quickly became drenched in her moisture.  And as she continued staring at the bewildered man, her fingers slowly glided past blood engorged lips, found her waiting mouth and she suckled them quickly, careful to gather every drop of moisture with her probing tongue.

         Mercifully, the moment passed swiftly.

         “…then we could go back to my place and …”

         Her ears detected words of interest and she automatically nodded.  Further words faded into a dull thud.  It pounded her eardrums and made its presence known deep within her lions.

         She was smiling with heightened anticipation now.

         Her heart pounded wildly within her chest as the valet driver pulled her Mercedes SUV to the front entrance.  She motioned for the man to drive.  He trotted over like an eager pup.  When he opened the door, she quickly slid into the passenger seat.  Her eyes quickly fixated on him again and she shuddered as he walked around the front of the vehicle and opened the driver side door.  She could feel her seat moisten and with great effort she crossed her legs while an uncontrollable shudder gripped her body, tossing her briefly like a rag doll against the seat.

         The valet looked at her quizzically.  She managed a sickly euphoric induced grin and licked her lips as he quickly turned and disappeared; glancing over his shoulder as if fearful she would follow.

         When the valet disappeared, her attention shifted back to the man.

         He was grinning again, grinning like a cat burglar who had just made off with an infamous booty.  The reality was more like the child with his hand in the cookie jar right before he gets caught; he actually gloats, thinking of the job he’ll have once they’re alone.

         She realized that his lips were moving again and that was okay.  They always did that, it was something that she had come to expect, much like the screams and horrified stares.  It was always hard for them to accept the fact that they were no longer in charge; that they never were in charge and from the very beginning they were as much a slave to the hunger as she was.  Besides, what he said, thought or did was of no interest to her; all that mattered was the hunger.

         Vaguely, a distant hum echoed through long, darkened tunnel. She heard his voice break through briefly but the hunger was so near and soon it faded back into the soft blanket of void, the nothingness that would soon become his reality.  She saw his mouth move, saw the signs of his laughter.  It was his final attempt to hold on to his chauvinistic view of romanticism; a view in which he was in total control, a view where she was but a mere product for his use and disposal.  A view she had crushed for centuries.

         The hunger crept steadily closer.

         She could feel its fingers groping her body, squeezing, kneading, caressing.  Soon, she knew, it would be uncontainable.

         “Drive.”

         Her sultry voice was full of sexual indifference as she pointed a slender finger directly in front of her.  Her legs started to spread wide and she let them have their way briefly before clutching her crotch with both hands and slamming them shut.  The man simply stared at her with his mouth opened wide, them something in his head clicked and his fact slowly spread into a wide, toothy grin.

         He put the SUV into drive and pulled off into the sparse traffic.

         He was headed to his apartment --they normally went there.

         On those rare occasions when they wanted to go to a hotel she would quickly decline.  Sometimes, they would end up in one of the abandoned buildings on the east side of town, sometimes on a deserted stretch of beach.  And sometimes, when the hunger had completely consumed her, an empty parking lot and the back seat of her vehicle would do just fine.  But they were on the way to his apartment now and she beamed with anticipation.

         He constantly glanced at her and smiled.

         A sexy glaze covered hr eyes as she smiled back.  He gently placed a hand upon the exposed area slightly above her knee and was both shocked and amazed when she began to shudder and tremble uncontrollably.  When the shudders ceased, she glared back at him with that sexy-hazy look etched into her face, accompanied by a wry grin.  One corner of her mouth turned up often in a crooked smile as she observed his flexing biceps and forearm muscles.  She could see the movement of the thigh muscle through his trousers and she licked her full lips.  Sometimes, she smiled at him. 

         He stopped the SUV in front of his secluded beachfront home and opened the car door for her.  She seemed to be gone; lost in a euphoric, semi-delirious state as she stumbled out of the vehicle than fell back into the passenger seat.

         For a brief moment, the man wondered if she was too drunk and maybe he should just be a gentleman and drive her home.  He would catch a taxi back to his place.  It was no big deal.

         However, when her eyes captured his in their glare and she arose slowly with a sultry aura of pure ecstasy shrouding her perfectly voluptuous frame, grabbed her crotch with both hands again and kneaded gently in a downward motion, the thought quickly evaporated.

         Soon, he found himself fumbling for his keys.  Her car keys remained forgotten in the ignition.  They forgot about the opened passenger door and she stumbled into the murky coolness of his home. She could hear him behind her and although it was dark, she could see perfectly.

         Whirling around swiftly, she grabbed him by his shirt sleeve before he could switch on the lights.

         She pulled him close to her.  She was very careful not to exert too much strength; she did not want to frighten him just yet.  There was much to do.

         She felt his perfect lips upon hers now, felt his tongue probing her mouth, seeking hers, and felt his muscles tightening against her trembling body.  She felt strong hands gripping and squeezing her, exploring its soft mounds of flesh and secret places of pleasure and it was almost more than she could bear.  Still, she fought.  She had to retain control for a moment longer.

         Gently, she broke his grasp and stumbling over to the couch.  In one swift motion, she ripped off her dress, revealing her perfect body and tattoo on her lower belly.

         The three jagged holes on either side of her body, of course remained hidden in the darkness, and the tickle of moonlight that managed to seep through the silver blinds accentuated her large breasts, curvy hips and long shapely legs; it was the perfect bait with which to catch her prey.

         She could feel her control rapidly slipping now.

         She was elated when he quickly shed his cloths and neared her.

         Yes, she could feel the hunger rising!

         Quickly, she grabbed him and slammed him on the couch.

         He was grinning again and this heightened the sensations crawling across her nerve endings.  He had already begun to grope her wildly and this excited her more; the incoherent babbling that spewed from his lips adding to her arousal.

         She would have to be quick.  The moisture between her legs trickled freely now, he was in a state of heightened arousal -- the hunger had descended completely upon her.

         Now!

         She mounted him in one swift frantic motion.

         Her eyes rolled back into her skull with ecstasy and she buried her fingers deep into his shoulder blades boring through muscle and sinew, finally connecting with bone.  She heard screams, distant and metallic as if someone was screaming through a massive funnel.

         She looked down; eyes wide with terror stared back at her.  Leisurely, she bent down and ran her tongue slowly across his lips, savoring the taste of his fear.

         As the poison seeping between her legs started its course through his body, she felt a violent jerk beneath her.

         She grinned.  It was a devious grin spawned from the very pits of hell, and when she noticed the renewed horror in his eyes, she threw her head back and laughed.

         In one final desperate attempt at survival, his arms thrashed in mid air and his hands clawed wildly at her face.  She continued laughing, deep and resonant; a maddening sound that signaled the inevitability of his desolate situation; it signaled the beginning of his end.

         A hand strayed too close to her mouth.  Its fingernails gorged a deep valley in her cheek.  She opened her mouth wide, exposing three rows of serrated teeth and in anger, bit three fingers off at the second digits.  She looked into his eyes and spit them back into his horror stricken face.

         Soon afterward she felt his body stiffen, as the poison began to take effect.

         Mercilessly, moonbeams fell across her body revealing six appendages slithering from the holes in he side.  They were long and black, covered with short course hair.  Each appendage had a long brown barb sticking out of one side.

         She found amusement yet again in the bulging of his eyes and the horrified look plastered across his face.

         “Yes”, she thought, as the six appendages embraced him and the barbs plunged deep into his soft skin, this would be a most memorable night indeed.

         She glanced at her lower abdomen and carefully ran trembling fingers over the hard, raised impression of the large, red hourglass.  She continued even as her eyes met his, moving her fingers in slow deliberate circular movements, caressing the hourglass and grinning sheepishly.  The three rows of serrated teeth formed grotesque gleaming sickles in the filtered moonlight.

         The poison had completely paralyzed him now.

         His eyes jerked wildly from side to side and as she removed the six appendages and lowered her head to feed, his body twitched spastically at first but was soon stilled.

         The hunger had gripped her completely now and she buried herself in its total ecstasy.

         He had noticed her staring at him from across the bar quite some time ago and finally after five shots of Jand and two Vodka Tonics, he had mustered enough courage to approach her.

         She was so lovely, he thought, and he really didn’t think he stood a chance, but Jack and convinced him to give it a shot.  All she can say is no, right?

         He motioned towards the empty barstool besides her, she nodded and as he was about to take a seat he almost slipped.

         He looked down, grinning to hide his embarrassment, and noticed a small puddle of a sticky looking liquid on the floor beneath her seat.  It ran over the edge of her seat and trickled down the chrome pole of the barstool.

         She crossed her long slender legs and flashed him another brilliant smile. 

         The stuff on the floor was quickly forgotten as his eyes inched their way up her slender legs, over her curvy hips and small waist, past her large, seductive breasts and up her slender neck.

         But something seemed strange about her smile.  Something he couldn’t quite put a finer on.  Her mouth seemed extremely wide for some reason.. It wasn’t ugly or grotesque, just very wide with a shark-like grin.

         But it didn’t matter -- Jack was talking now.

         Jack suggested that he pay more attention to those beautiful legs and voluptuous body.  Forget about the smile.  Nobody’s perfect, right?

         He agreed and smiled back.

         “Can I buy you a drink?”

         She looked him over, her radiant eyes quickly scanning his body from head to toe.

         “I’d love a Bloody Mary.”

         He promptly ordered her drink.

         When the bartender set the glass in front of her and he reached for his wallet, he noticed the same sticky looking substance from the floor on the back of her hand.

         “You’ve got something on your hand,” he said and reached from a napkin.  Before he could wipe it off, she licked her hand while looking seductively into his eyes, her tongue caresses the back of her hand in long slow and deliberate strokes.

         He looked at her as if hypnotized.  Finally he said, “That looked like it tasted pretty good.”

         “I’ve got something that tastes better,” she said as she uncrossed her legs and opened hem slightly.  She was beginning to feel a familiar tingle between them and throbbing deep within her womb.

         “You wanna go somewhere a bit more private.”

         Carefully, she let her hand slip beneath the bar.  She felt moisture oozing from between her legs and she shivered.

         “How about my place?”

         “Is it secluded?”

         “Yes, it’s up in the hills.  Nearest neighbors’ a couple of miles away.”

         “Good, let’s go.”

         When they got outside, he veered off to the left.  Gently, she grabbed his arm.  He staggered slightly.

         “Here, we’ll take my car.  You drive.”

         She threw him the keys and together they walked across the street.

         They reached the parking lot and she pointed out a black Mercedes SUV.

         She slid into the passenger seat after he’d opened the door for her.

         She was sure he had mentioned his name.

         Had she forgotten already?  It really didn’t matter.  A heavy haze had already begun its numbing path through her brain, blocking out all but the hunger rising deep within her.  For the moment, she was content staring at his full lips and dark brown eyes.

         “Tonight’s my lucky night,” she heard him mumble to no one in particular as he walked around the front of the vehicle.

         She gazed at him with that sexy-hazy look etched into her face as he slid into the driver’s seat.

         Her hands crept over her crotch and she gently squeezed as a wry grin slowly spread across her face.

         She was really going to enjoy this little excursion in the hills.



-THE END-