Mouth Bitch's Jaws of Mercy
Chap3: Descent into Desire
Chapter Three: Descent into Desire
In a swift movement the Mouth Bitch grabbed Charlie by his other leg and flipped him over on to his back to face her maintaining her hold on him at all time. She hunched over by his feet, crouching in anticipation. With her strong arms she dragged him under her open legs as far she could sank onto his lap. As Charlie was reeled into her clutches once more his left hand trailing across the sheet caught something unexpected that made him jump a little. The hand inadvertently carried the foreign object with him as it quickly became caught on him. It was sharp and brittle to the touch and cut into him as he was drawn back. He instinctively looked to the source of his discomfort. It was skeletal remains of a torso, devoured and encrusted with dried blood, old to the point of becoming a rotting husk. A past unfortunate victim of the vampires. He weakly cried out as the splintered ribs scraped across palm ripping his flesh painfully as it was hampered by the clogging fabric. The vampire's crippling weight held him in position as she crawled onto his body, prowling lavishly across his chest like lion with the quiet, freezing malice of a poisonous snake. Reaching his head she slinked onto her left side, depositing herself snuggly between the man's right arm and torso. She put an arm around his neck and stared at her victim's eyes, lids half-closed with an almost loving tenacity. Her revolting teeth glistened a nauseating golden orange in the intense firelight, she found her smile once again.
Charlie was terrified but he was too scared to react. What little courage he had died, trapped alone on the other side of the cold, iron bars that sealed his fate. He could barely breathe. His body was numb with paralyzing fear and he had such a lump in throat. She pressed her invasively warm torso against his side, fidgeting erraticly, burying herself into his chest in effort to get close and cosy. Her messy, thin strands of hair trailed gently across his slowly-dampening shirt as she settled on a position. Her left breast slotted just above his armpit while the other sat proudly on his pectoral muscle flailing ever so slightly with her movement that gave a disturbing image to him that liked a googly, fleshy eyeball. He dreaded it's nipple might even wink at him. Thankfully, the unsettling vision didn't come to any vile biological fruition but they did stare at him with a stomach-churning ferocity, especially when the flickering firelight caught their bulbous forms solidifying every gruesome imperfection that made them less than desirable. At close proximity, the stretched ligaments that barely held them up looked like fleshy vines glued to her vulgar body. Oddly while everything else about the Mouth Bitch was...shapely, her neckline was extremely prominent, explicitly showing what connected to what from the head to torso- even her breastbone stuck out like a terrible bony staple from where her tits hung and dangled. She was completely ancient but she still acted with the winking lasciviousness of the strippers and whores of the Twister herself. Perhaps the demonic beast that pandered him so retained some of her former human traits and desires- or perhaps the vamp just really enjoyed the prospect of "playing" with her food in her own twisted way.
He could feel himself slipping in and out of conscious. Fighting some inexplicable tiredness nurtured by the intense mental and physical stress he was trying so hard to overcome. Trying but failing. It was the dart's venom. He was certain of it. He didn't know how deep the head had lodged itself but it was enough to cause him crippling and strangely numbing pain. The mystery toxin left him incredibly hot and cold at the same time. It left him weaker than a newborn allowing him to be cradled so by his own personal creature of the night with little resistance. He was completely vulnerable and he was certain she knew it. To confirm his assumptions the vamp slipped her free hand under the cotton folds of his shirt and rubbed his bare stomach gently and lavishly, tingling and exciting his flesh with the mildly clammy softness of her crinkled palm. She caressed him for a few moments, circling her hand in a clockwise motion fluidly massaging his gut lightly stimulating his nerves- to his despair- in a positive light. After a few moments she relaxed her hand, resting it on the lower bulge of his stomach, depositing her thumb in-between his bellybutton teasingly. Her hooked claws glided across his skin pervasively as she lightly stroked him. Charlie could feel her beastly eyes on him, bearing down on him hard. He pleaded with himself not to look at her. He tried to force himself to fight the curious urges written into his biology. But of all the strength that had faded from him his will was the first to go. He looked up at her; glancing at her wild, gremlin-like eyes.
She was pleased to have his attention. Very pleased. They scowled with cruel adoration, her wrinkled brow narrowing with dark amour.
Why did she keep smiling at him? Why did she taunt him so? Those deadly, man-trap jaws glistening with yellow decay, coated lovingly with fresh building plaque from her past meals. All tied in a sickening bow with a hungry and everlasting grin that hung over him, like waiting for his execution. He couldn't wait anymore.
"Please, just... Finish me off-!" Charlie choked out in weak despair. He finally found the courage to get the words out. And now, he braced himself with paralytic fear what would come next rather than the relief he sorely sought.
For a long moment she didn't react. Not the way he'd expected. Her smile slowly faltered to nothing and her face relaxed, mostly. She wasn't expecting him to do that, let alone dare to speak to her. He watched, lids half-closed. The venom made him delirious. He felt the aura of finality present. His death near. A kind of calm before the storm. She pulled her claws out from under his shirt and languidly reached forward and grasped his upper left arm. She tilted her head and leant into the bare flesh of his neck. His pulse beat erratically in anticipation. Her wet jaws opened wide as she made to bury her face into his neck. Charlie closed his eyes tightly and shook with inevitable fear and waited for her savage bite.
Her mouth clamped over his neck and she began to kiss him. Gently and very slowly. As well as a vampire of her "unique" shape could. The intense, burning heat of her breath briefly fooled him into thinking she'd drawn first blood but it was only her firm, clammy rubbery tongue that had touched his skin and was licked his neck lightly but eagerly. She held his head closely as her lips smacked against his flesh playfully teasing him with an appetizer of what was to come. She re-adjusted her grip on her victim and pulled him into a warm embrace and continued to work him over with her wretched tongue. Her long hair stretched and coiled round Charlie like a thick scarf, cuddling him as tenderly as the vamp did. If anything he realized that his pleas of release only forwarded the Mouth Bitch's plans for him. Her playful kissing and gentle mock-gnawing on his neck kept him awake and actually helped dull his pain- though only because the danger and fear of death overpowered him with her erotic advances. Her lips, tongue and even her fangs tickled and teased every nerve they touched and aroused him so much he actually began to enjoy it as much as she apparently did, despite his impaired better judgement. Though it wasn't enough to hold him completely as every time he felt the hard wetness of her deadly fangs he was by instinctual panic as well as a little ecstacy he couldn't explain but couldn't resist either.
She wrapped her free fat leg around and squeezed him tightly into her grasp, burying his lower body into her hairy crotch. Her body heated him up so much it was now becoming almost unbearable. He found himself gasping- gagging for the breath that he didn't have. Sweat silently began to leak from her pores, saturating her skin making it juicy like a ripe melon. running across her naked back and down her crinkled neck empowering the foul stench that echoed in the close quarters. It gave a sickening... aftertaste with each breath he took, taking in the rotten sweet death that came with her heaving moans and pants that bellowed by his neck and exhaling the foul, meaty scent of the vampire's monstrous lusty form. She was only just beginning to sweat and there wasn't much to really differentiate her from any human but perhaps to compensate for it the odor she exuded was much more pronounced and settled than any natural lifeform. There was a kind of contentedness. She was happy to have him in her clutches and at her mercy. And mercy was all he could hope for.
At that instant she began to slow her playful gnawing before letting a small slick of her drool from her lower lip stretch between it and his neck and sever itself as she finally peeled her lip off his flesh, snapping back to it's original state. For now. Slowly, she pulled herself up and seated upright on his crotch, bearing down on him presenting herself to him like a prize. He couldn't help but stare. Something about her compelled him to look, to survey her hideous form with insatiable interest.
The vampire's pheromones? There was no telling but Charlie was on the brink of bypassing, transcending his fear of the Mouth Bitch but not in the way he had originally hoped. The longer he remained in her direct, close proximity the more his view began to change. He was beginning to feel something for her. It wasn't love, but it wasn't far from it. All he knew now was that he didn't he hear that nagging, panicking voice of his better judgment- his conscience- to run away from her anymore.
Good. He didn't need that asshole anymore. He could go fuck himself! He didn't want to leave just yet, not when the show had just begun and the main attraction had chosen the lucky guy to join her in the VIP room for a more...personal performance.
Huh...? Is that really me?
Charlie for better or for worse was still in the room, pinned down by his vampire playmate but his mental and physical capability was waning. He was no more in control of his own actions than a zombie could. He was trying to steel himself but to no avail because every time he looked at her, those giddy thoughts filled his head and she was all he could think about. A grimly-toothed angel of darkness grinning from the abyss beckoning him to oblivion. Complete and utter infatuation. Possibly even more than that. The more he stared the more appealing she looked. She was a hideous abomination, a decaying mockery of the human form but god damn it she looked tasty.
The Mouth Bitch grinned and smoldered seductively down to him. She gnashed her horrible jaws lightly but lovingly. For him. The feeling was mutual. She could hardly wait to show him every pleasure she could offer and share his gratitude in turn. But the truth remained painfully clear- if only to her- that she only wanted him for his body.