Lips Lickin' Lolli's For Money • Joshler One-Shot Stories

•Tyler Gets A New Pet In This One.3•

This is part 69!!!! YAEASEASE

Anyways, I know I said I would end this series, but....this had been sitting around ever since I made the second part....so HERE!

His steps were heavy as he walked through the thick fog of the graveyard. His eyes scanning the place, he couldn't see them. But man, he could taste it, he could taste what he's been wanting for the past few weeks.

Slowly the stench was becoming stronger, making his mind go dizzy. He made sure his steps were quieter, made sure his prey didn't know they were slowly coming to their unknown deaths. He took a heavy swallow, "About time," he whispered to himself.

Josh came up behind them, seeing their dark silhouette in the fog before, making himself unknown as he came closer, closer closer, something of adrenaline pumping inside of him. As an instant, he grabbed at their curly brown hair, yanking them back, a squeal leaving their lips.

Josh used his unused arm to wrap around their waist, holding them down tight. His muscles flexing around the man, pulling at his hair, exposing his neck. Something gurgled in him, excitement, want, hunger.

"Please don't," the man below said. "I- please, I can't I," instead of finishing, it turned into sobs. Josh hated this. He hated that the man started to cry and plead for his life. This was only his third hunt, the first two were simple, Tyler was with him, that's why.

But this time, Tyler trusted him and allowed him to go alone. What Josh does, whether he hunts and hunts on his own forever, or comes back to Tyler is fully up to him. But Josh knows Tyler better than that.

Josh became angry, pushing the man to the ground, turning him over so he straddled him. He grabbed the man's hair again, his knees holding down the man's arms. "Stop crying," Josh growled, using the man's hair to lift his head and slam it on the ground.

"Please," the man whispered, his eyes falling shut from the insane amount of times Josh had slammed his head down. Josh could feel a bit of regret, this wasn't his life before, but nonetheless, he dipped down, snagging his teeth into the man's neck. The main vein in there, sucking up the thick irony goo.

His eyes rolled back, his lathered his tongue over the puncture wound, groaning into his neck. Sucking him dry as if he felt something revive him. He felt refreshed as he finished him off. Backing away, blood surrounded his mouth and dribbled down his chin.

He bit at his bottom lip before licking up what was laid there. Before he went to the other side, puncturing the man's dying body once again. No sound any longer, he feasted on him, sucking out as much as he can before it started to make him sick to his stomach.

Once he was finished, he smiled a little, third hunt, and frick he was proud. He felt he was doing good, and loved the feel of the cold goo now running down his chin, over his neck, and down his bare chest. He used a finger to lap up just a single line, lathering it on his tongue.

"Fuck, you taste better than anyone I've tried," Josh whispered. Lowering himself to the mauled neck and taking more taste, another lap of the tongue before leaving his body there. He bit down on his lip, his instant going back to Tyler.

Yes, he wants to run, yes he wants to be free. Away from the man who could entrap him, starve him, leave him questioning his decisions. But none else, he wanted to go back to him, Tyler is perfect to him. He was something that made him smirk and feel these unintentional flips in his stomach.

He was walking through the darkness of the woods when he heard that sweet soft voice that he had come to know and cherish since the night from the bar. "I see you're coming home?" He spoke quietly, his voice flowing with the wind and Josh couldn't see him.