Her blue eyes narrow as she glances down. “Put that away.” She juts her finger at the burgeoning purple head of my unsheathed erection.
“You help me get away, I’ll let you use it later.” Her flush of arousal fills my nostrils with a sultry lure. “There’s a room full of monsters who have bled me dry for years in that room. But on the other side is the only access to freedom that isn’t surrounded by electric fences.”
Her arm snakes out, gripping the throbbing tip of my sensitive cock.
A gasp rushes past my canines. “You’re playing with fire,” I growl, framing her tiny body.
Boldness in the face of certain death. She’s hiding a resolve of steel beneath her curves.
“I like that you can talk.” She smiles brazenly up at me. “Who knew dreams could come true?” Her thumb rubs over my leaking slit before she raises it to her mouth.
The pink triangle of her tongue darts out, pulling the pearl droplet between her lips.
Who is this demon?
Why does she tempt me so?
“Kill them all,” she coos, raising her touch to stroke the soft fur of my cheek.
Raising my muzzle, I test the scents coming from the mirthy room.
“There’s no dogs there. What monsters?” I want to know what to expect.
She tilts her head, a humorless smile drifting over the glistening edge of her mouth. “The worst ones are always human.”
Baring my teeth with a nod, I drop to all fours with my hackles raised, ready to leap.
“I don’t think there will be many guards, most aren’t allowed to mingle with these rich assholes. The exit is straight through, and then follow the rear hall to the right. If you take out enough, they’ll be so busy tending to the injured, they won’t chase.” Her nose wrinkles. “I never thought I’d wish ill on people, but they lost my empathy a long time ago.”
I know the feeling.
Ever since the virus changed me, I’ve been hunted as a beast. So I became the creature they feared most.
And I am hungry.
She glances only once before she pushes open the big double doors, unleashing me into a startled crowd of posh onlookers.
Within two strides, I have the first rail-thin tuxedoed man. Hooking my claws into his stomach, I rip him close enough that I can sink my jaws into the soft flesh of his throat.
He falls with a spray of blood amongst the shocked screams from the woman next to him.
All it takes is a single swipe of my arm, and she crumples into a writhing mass as the strings of her intestines flay upon the marbled floor.
Shoving one of the massive tables, it flies across the slick surface to crush three fleeing party goers sending them tumbling with shattered legs.
Their howls echo behind me, but I’m focused on the far side.
One thickset man tries frantically to herd a gaggle of old women ahead of him.
His high pitched cry lingers as I rend a wad of yellow fat from his side, chewing the soft meat in gulping swallows. It’s greasy and rich, like warm butter slipping over my tongue.
Tearing off one more filling bite, I let the screeching morsel fall.
Reinvigorated, I leap through the air, crashing atop two of the slow moving hags, their bony frames shattering under my weight.
Fragile things.
It’s a wonder they haven’t all fallen under our might.
