What Lurks at Night

2.

I move in closer and go behind her. She went stiff like a statue, drawing my fingers under her hair leaning down and smelling her red hair. It smelled like peonies and vanilla. The way her breathing changed when I leaned down ...It picked up pace, if only by a bit. She was remarkable at keeping herself calm. Grinning knowing I could grip her hair if I wanted, yank on it, jerk her head back and grip her throat, and she'd be helpless against me.
A helpless little bird. Her flesh was delicate and fragile, untouched and unblemished. Letting out a groan while fighting the urge to rip her open. My hand shook faintly after retracting it from her hair. If only I had my way, I would do whatever I wanted to her- unfortunately, my brother and I have a long term agreement to share when we found someone entertaining. My brother Lurk in front of her, was struggling immensely to not claim her right here and now.

I look at the man in front of me, made of black smoke, before he became solid. He was just black, pitch black, with the outline of a toned body, and white eyes, and from the looks of it, 5 feet and 10 inches tall. Taller than me, and his friend behind me, who was taller. I didn't dare look back to get a height estimate...two men that just killed a woman- as far as I was aware I didn't know how I was still alive. The man in front came towards me stopping in front of me, so close I could turn around and brush either of them, by accident. I was now trapped between two mass murderers.

My thoughts ran rampant, eyes running over that body. That untouched, innocent flesh. My hands involuntarily reach out but I quickly place them back at my sides as I was now in front of her. I wanted to corrupt that body. Her body. It should be MY body! I'd make her bend and twist to my amusement. She'd be mine to keep, my puppet on strings. My precious flower.

Trailing my eyes over her, her face a soft oval shape, delicate heart shaped lips, down to her slender neck. I couldn't help my disturbed mind from planning all the ways I could use her delicious body. Her breasts pointed up from the way her body arched back but I knew they would fit my hands perfectly, I wondered if she was sensitive, if she would shiver and shake as I ran my fingers across the nipples poking through her shirt. My gaze traveled downwards taking in her slightly round stomach and voluptuous hips that I just know would be the perfect handles for me to hold as I destroyed her and with how much curvier she was I had assurance that she wouldn't break and crumble apart unlike some of the smaller more petite women we have had in the past. And lastly my eyes have an appreciative longing look at her generously thick thighs, my mind was bombarded with the image of her wrapping them around my  head as I sink my tongue into her wet cunt making her scream out in pleasure. It was almost impossible to tear the image from my imagination. Her body was perfectly hourglass shaped and I couldn't wait to devour it all the way down to her core, I can almost bet she will taste as sweet as she looks. I went on to wonder what made her scream... I was curious as to what her voice sounds like when pushed to the limits. I was tempted to find out.

I could- I should- but then there was my brother, we had to share. But looking at her- I didn't want to, my brother wasn't a connoisseur- he only sought the thrill of the kill...he'd ruin her, before I could do anything to her. I'd love to look into her eyes and see an ounce of lust. When she cries out- oh the glorious sounds of begs and whimpers will make me grin like a fool. The sexual suffering could be wonderful and the high it would give me, as it consumes me- I got a hard on just thinking about it. She'd be mine in this wonderful daydream. Not my brothers. Not strangers. Mine. And mine alone.

I give in, and reach at her- grabbing her by her delicate neck... that my hand fit perfectly around- The erection I had, was driving me insane, as I gently moved my hand up, and under her jaw...  moving my thumb to her bottom lip, digging my nail into the soft pink flesh, cutting her.

Despite jerking her head back, my brother held her head still. Looking down at her, "careful, flower. Disobey and you'll end up like that lifeless woman." Her heartbeat quickened as I leaned in and came face to face with those sand brown eyes... going in for a kiss, but instead licked on her bottom lip that bled. My tongue slithered out- long in shape, and thick and gray before I retracted it back into my mouth and moaned with satisfaction.

A sadistic smile forms on my lips as I tower over her, my eyes burning with a twisted mix of malice and desire. She was frozen in fear before my brother, her breath coming in soft shaky gasps, her eyes wide like saucers as she most likely felt his gaze bearing down on her. My brother had ways to bring out fear even in the toughest of people. This was from Mafia bosses, to crime lords, promises of pain, always relishing in the terror that danced in their eyes like a flame being ignited. Releasing her head, and pressing my body to her back, I put my hands on her shoulders with a firm grip.

"Be the smart woman, I know you are...and don't even think of screaming. After all, this could be your last night alive." Placing my right hand up, over her mouth, and my left arm over her neck, to cut off her airway- so she would pass out. She fought against me, as I held firm... passing out eventually in my arms, Lurk ripping her from my grasp, and picking up her unconscious body bridal style.

I held my tongue, but the glare I gave made Lurk rethink for a moment. Our time was running out - we didn't want to be here when the sun rose, since this would be the scene of a fresh crime the moment it rose.

"You know the last time you held someone you killed them instantly. I will not let you take away our fun so easily. So, I will carry her home to prevent any 'accidents'." My tone was firm and strict. The last time we had a toy, Skull broke them within hours. I didn't trust my brother and his urges; they were stronger than mine. He was unhinged, had no control. I could say he didn't appreciate the finer things in life- like making a toy endure. His glare told me everything. Despite our differences, this is what we did, what we enjoyed-a hobby of ours that gave us the thrill we were addicted to. We left, taking her back home with us, excited for whatever future plans we would make.