Cannibalism at it's finest (Inseparable)

Prologue

His teeth sunk into her flesh, moans and groans echo around the room.

"Harder''. A soft and shallow moan escaped from her lips. Sending pure shivers down her spine. She gently grabbed the bedsheets. Her fingernails digging into the soft mattress. 

Her toes curled into the bed as his teeth dug into her..she leaned back on the bed frame. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a small quiet gasp came from her lips...until suddenly. Blood splattered everywhere. Down her thighs and pouring down onto his toned chest.

"Wake up Sebastian." A jolt rushes up my spine as I'm reminded of where I was.

"The lecture has been over for ten minutes, you've just been sitting there staring into space." My professor stands in front of me, the woman that haunts dreams. 

She looked down at me. Her arms crossed over her chest staring at me, her finger tapping slowly on her arm as she waited for a response. I slowly blinked and sat up, looking up at her. 

"Sorry. It's been a long day." Echoes of my dream, of her. Still playing in my mind. 

I could still hear her soft moans filling the air as I filled her with pleasure. The back of my mind, replaying her soft and steady moans, repeating "more". 

It causes me to blush, not being able to look her in the eye. But I can still feel her stare.

She slowly lowers her arms down and leans forward, resting her soft palms on my desk as she looks down at me. 

"Are you alright?" She said, Her voice was filled with concern and curiosity. My eyes slowly trail down her body. 

Scanning each and one of her perfect curves. Admiring the way her slim tight dress hugs her waist. Finally my eyes land back on her chest. Staring at her cleavage. My cock immediately jerks up at the sight.

This is wrong! I shouldn't be thinking about this... especially with her...but then. Then again..the way she stood there in front of me. My brain stops working. Knowing that I have to get out of there, I place my books in front of me and make a run for the door. Slamming behind me.

It's a blur, the sprint home. Walking up the staircase to my apartment. Locking the door behind me. Dashing towards my computer to help get rid of a previous problem. My fingers rush to type what my member desperately desires. 

Suddenly screams fill the air. I sink into my chair, my hands fiddle with the zipper of my pants, my hand slowly slides under my waistband. Letting out a deep and needed breath I start to stroke. 

My head leans back slowly on the chair as a soft gasp escapes my mouth. I clench my teeth and I inhale sharply. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my back arches off the chair. I whimper quietly and then slowly look down. My cock is throbbing hard in my hand. I can feel each vein bouncing repeatedly.

My hand fists my cock, and my thrusts become more urgent and desperate, before pleasure starts to take over and every stroke becomes lazier and sloppier. My breath hitches, as my movements come to a halt.

Fuuuck....

Reaching across my desk, grabbing my box of tissues, cleaning myself off. Feeling my post orgasm bliss starts to kick in, I sink into my chair and pay closer attention to the video playing on my desktop.

By now the lady is dead, her blood paints the floor as the men around her start to undress her. Her perky nipples stand up in the cold air, being sucked and licked on by the men. I feel my cock start to harden again, knowing that I will spend more time in this chair then anticipated. 

A/N: yeah.......