Chapter 5 Fragment

Below is a section from Chapter 5 of my novel, Twilight of Souls. I must warn you of the content as it is both graphic and perverse hence the reason only the "preferred" may read it. I don't need an account shut down. Enjoy the snippet and be more than comfortable giving me your opinion...

October 25, 2004

10:06 PM

They were all over each other even as he opened the door to his room. Herbert tasted cigarettes beneath the spearmint of her tongue as she kissed him, lashing him with that slug that festered in her mouth. He sucked in her breath, clutching tightly at her. How lonely he'd become, kept company by memories past. The warmth beneath his fingers made his heart beat faster. He felt her's thudding in return through her ample bosom. She ground her hips against his groin as she worked quickly at the buttons of his shirt.

She pushed him down to the bed, forcing her way on top. She opened his shirt, revealing the vulnerable form underneath. She sucked on his nipple as she rubbed his cock with her hand. Its formerly limp form was engorged in blood, throbbing and alive. She freed it, unzipping and yanking his pants down to his ankles. She strangled and throttled his penis breathing white hot breath on its tip. She looked up at Herbert, licking her painted lips as she went back down.

She swallowed him, her tongue wrapping itself around his shaft. His body was covered in warmth as she sucked, her teeth teasing now and again. Her fingers tickled his balls, the orgasmic impulses playing up through his nerves. His hips involuntarily thrust into her mouth as he grabbed her dry hair tightly. He fucked her mouth ferociously, hearing her gag. He felt her saliva warmly run down between his ass cheeks onto the bed. He could smell her pussy from here.

Flo pulled herself out of his grasp. She stood up in the shadows, the make-up on her face smeared. She gripped her zip with those long nailed fingers and slowly pulled down, a low growl as it parted down the center. She pulled herself out of society's garb and discarded it on the floor. She hadn't anything underneath, neither bra nor panties. She'd shaved her pussy, bare and swollen between her legs. He swore it glistened like stars in the sky. She kept her heels on as she stood there rubbing her clit in front of him. She taunted him, refusing him what he wanted. Her fingers disappeared into her vagina, thrusting in and out. She withdrew her talons, licking the slime off her claws.

She crept forward like a lioness, mounting the bed and crawling on all fours. She was in control here. She grabbed his wrists, holding them down as she drove his dick deep into her pink pit. It gripped him, trying to choke the life out. She rode him hard, her ass slapping vulgar applause and shaking like jell-o. She looked up to the ceiling as if to mock the majesty of God, performing such vile acts with vessels of his making. Her eyes were closed as she let the energies flow through her, having visions and thoughts all her own.

Herbert was one with this bitch, fucking her for no real reason. Her hard breathing filled his ears as she spoke such naughty things, telling him what he desired. She stripped away his respectability, eroding his higher values to bring forth his raw primordial parts. She controlled him as they came together as one, influencing and dominating him.

The pain was gone. The sorrow was gone. He no longer thought. He simply did, over and over again. He freed himself of the suffering of reason. The slapping of her ass reddened his crotch and abdomen, starting to sting. His penis throbbed but in the wrong way. Her grip tightened on his wrists, the nails burying themselves into the flesh. He squirmed in pain as the heat of passion imploded, drawing in his strength. He felt as if he was fucking cold clay.

He opened his eyes to the abomination atop him. Her skin was gray, the right breast hanging on by but a few inches of flesh. The guttural moaning coming from her mouth belonged in a psych ward. He felt the black fluid squirting across his belly as she shit down his legs. Her long, dark hair hung heavy with mud. Wounds up and down her torso spurted yellow ichor with each thrust of his dick. She grinded away, her face still skyward to the darkness.

"No," he cried trying to wrestle free only burying himself deeper into her. Her gore covered him, the stench making him sick. His heart was pounding faster, the blood traveling at sonic speed through his veins. He couldn't catch his breath, feeling light headed. Consciousness was being stolen from him. "No," he pleaded as she raped him smothering his pride and burying it in her cadaver-built grave. She wanted to fucking swallow his sanity.

"No," he choked out again. Her bucking increased, the stench of sweat and filth everywhere. Her face fell to meet his. He could only make out the mouth beneath the wet, ratted hair. It leered, licking cracked purple lips with a swollen tongue. That tongue wagged at him, her panting more like a dog's. Her pussy crushed him as she jerked skywards and let out an inhuman howl. Herbert felt himself cum.

"No!" he screamed throwing Flo off. He froze there on the bed, his sweat turning to ice.

"What the fuck is your problem?" she yelled getting up off the floor. He covered himself in his blankets, shaking in the cold. "Well?"

"Get out," he choked.

"What?"

He glared at her. "Get out!"

She swore as she gathered her clothes. "Fucking asshole. No good piece of shit." She stumbled to the door, unsteady on her feet. She pulled the door open. "I hope you burn in hell you lousy ass lay!" Her curse remained in the air as she slammed the door, her steps clicking into the distance leaving him there to wither in the dark.