Prey for the Devil's Bloodied Angel Wings

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^^Freja

Third Person POV

Blake smiled at the seashell in his hand. He knew Freja would love it and couldn't wait to give it to her. He was about to head back to the school, but a group of kids ran past him. One of the passing students shook him and yelled where they were going.

"Dead whale!" He laughed and ran after his friends.

Blake looked in their general direction to find a massive object washed up on the beach. He advanced in the direction to find people taking pictures on the corpse. He spotted the school kids posing and messing around with the whale. Blake slowly neared the corpse and thought it to be beautiful.

He fought against himself, but his instincts forced him to touch the corpse. Blake closed his eyes and tried to control the pleasure flowing through his veins. He swallowed a massive lump in his throat as his fingers glided along the smooth skin. Blake made sure no one was looking before licking the salty texture. He rested his forehead against the skin and controlled his desires.

He noticed a massive gash on the side, so he felt drawn to it. Blake passed the other spectators and pushed his hand inside the flesh. Blake used his other hand to cover his mouth since he felt a budding pressure in his lower regions. Blake looked down and noticed the emerging bulge. He yanked his hand back and subtly covered himself.

Blake hastened his steps and tried to repress his dark desires. His head occasionally looked back since he wanted a piece of dead whale flesh in his mouth he wanted it raw and taste the blood. Blake wondered if it were a fresh kill or not. He wasn't paying attention and wandered onto the football fields.

"Hey!" A few guys rushed him. "Who are you?"

"Uh... Bl-"

"You a tough guy?" One of them shook him.

"Wha-"

"Listen dude." One of them narrowed his eyes.

"Wha-"

"Can you please be on our team?" Blake was confused. "We're a a man down for our flag football team and you look athletic. Want to play with us?"

"Play?"

"See them?" A guy swung his arm around Blake. "I bet him that we can beat him. Friendly bet since he's my cousin." The guy laughed. "Our teammate twisted his ankle, so we're a man down."

"I guess I could-"

"Cool bro!" One of them handed him the belt.

Blake fastened the belt around his waist and followed the group into a huddle. The guys couldn't determine who would be the quarterback. Blake volunteered since he had a good arm. The guys shrugged and tossed Blake the ball. He smiled and rubbed the pigskin. The guy had a fetish for skin. He tossed the ball to the guy in front of him and got in position. He yelled hike and caught the ball.

Blake backed away a few feet and looked for any openings. One of the guys almost tackled Blake, but he threw the ball, which was caught by another guy. Blake laughed as the guy ran down the field. One of his teammates high fived him.

"You've got a good arm, bro." The opponent grinned.

"Thanks."

Blake continued throwing the ball until it was the other team's turn. He got in defense with his team. The opponent's quarterback threw the ball, which Blake jumped up and intercepted. He heard a crowd cheer as he ran down the field. When he got closer, he ran with his knees high to clown on the other team. His team then swarmed him and shook his shoulders.