HappyComeLucky

She shivered as the harsh cold worked its way into her consciousness. As her awareness returned she felt the hard concrete below her buttocks, her shoulder blades and her limbs. It wasn’t right. She should be in bed. She should be feeling the soft mattress fitting her form below her and the comforting duvet encompassing her in its warmth above. Still feeling unsure, Louise flexed her muscles, stretching her limbs. She ached. Her muscles ached so deeply that she let out a groan.

Louise’s eyes flew open at the noise of a discarded takeaway carton being blown along by a fresh gust of wind. Jerking upright, fists balled and pressing her back against the wall, Louise darted her gaze, chasing every movement and sound. The acrid smell of her own sweat was mixed with damp and engine oil. The unforgiving grey of the concrete offered no comfort.

Inhaling deeply as if to find an answer in the air, Louise desperately tried to remember what had happened. A few fleeting images and sensations streaked through her memory. Her hands twisted in someone’s hair. Her teeth biting down into someone’s flesh. Her nails raking across someone’s skin as she took what she needed.

For the first time since coming to, Louise looked at herself. Her skin was streaked with dirt and as she ran her hand across her thigh, she realised that it was splattered with come. Louise continued her investigation of herself, wincing as she felt grazes and bruises. Louise leant against the wall and hugged her arms to her chest. The pressure of her arms on her swollen breasts sent a reassuring throb through her body. Louise started to piece the memories together.

The moonlight had cast a silvery sheen on her hand and had made the glass sparkle with a eerie light. Without even thinking, Louise walked stepped out into the garden. The glass clinked as she placed in on the end of the bench. The gravel of the path glinted and led Louise on. She walked towards the moon, her pace changing from measured steps to a prowl.

Licking her lips, Louise paused. She sniffed the air. The sounds of people going about their business murmured through the air; televisions chattered, doors slammed, voices rose. Checking around her, Louise continued prowling until the sounds and smells of the houses faded and were replaced by the harsher echoes from the unforgiving lines of the now abandoned industrial area.

Amongst the desolate cold, one area of warmth and life stood out. Louise, her heart pounding and her muscles tense, took in their confident stance, the deep rumble of their voices and the harsh scuff of their shoes against the concrete. Another look at the moon, and her body seemed to transform further. Her energy and movement emanated from her cunt, her face a picture of primal need; she stepped from the shadows.

Keeping her eyes fixed on her prey, Louise closed the distance. The gasped, “She’s here!” provoked another rush of adrenalin. Feeding on their attention, Louise took control. Reaching up to the closest man, she pulled him to her and kissed him fiercely. As suddenly as she had started she released him. Flicking a primal look of hunger at the other two men, Louise dragged the clothes from her body, flinging them aside. She was totally exposed to the three men but there was no hint of vulnerability in her.

“Now.” Louise purred stretching her arms towards the men. Louise revelled in the first skin tingling touches as they took hold of her body.  Soon she was awash with sensations, gasping when touches turned to pinches, growling when kisses turned to bites.

Louise leant back against one man, pressing hard against his torso. She placed her hands on the shoulders of another, pushing his head down between her legs. Her energy grew and she took more and more, she changed from one man to the next, demanding their action and attention. Her hands pulled and grasped, emphasising her commands. The feral scent of sweat, saliva and cunt drove them all into a frenzy. Louise had no sense of herself anymore. She only focused on the compulsive hunger driving her on. She grabbed, seized, pulled, scratched, pinched and then pushed away. Each man was taken and she fed off their energy, controlling them, pushing them harder and longer until they could hold back no longer and they shot their come into her. Each orgasm fed her primal need whilst it stripped the men of everything, leaving them totally spent.

As the moon began to slip from the sky and the first tendrils of dawn appeared, Louise walked away from the discarded forms of her erstwhile prey. Louise chased the last shaft of moonlight and lay down bathed in its light finally sated.

Her memory restored, Louise set her thoughts to returning home. She made a mental note to leave a package of clothes as well as arranging the meet before the next full moon.

 

This story was inspired by Molly’s picture and is an entry for the Sinful Stories 2 Competition organised by Exhibit A. The  picture was used with Molly’s permission.