Her moans of pleasure were the only thing that could be heard in the room, bouncing off the walls like a glorious symphony of ecstasy. This girl had always been one of Offender's favorites but lately she had begun to bore him. She just wasn't as exciting as she used to be, wasn't as beautiful as he had once seen her, he didn't crave her anymore.
He grew tired of this and decided to end it quickly as a thick tendril, aimed just above her bellybutton, slammed through her, slicing through her fragile skin with ease. Her screams turned pained as she died and left Offender hard as a rock with nothing but her limp body to try and relieve himself. Of course he knew he couldn't use her lifeless body yet, it was too soft yet to grip him and would be for a few hours. He would have to find a new playmate.
He quickly dressed himself and teleported to a nightclub downtown from his, now dead, lover's home. He wandered in, his hat tilted down enough to cover most of his face, trying to act nonchalant. He stepped up to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks while watching the humans dance, their bodies grinding against each other in a rhythmic motion in time to the too loud music playing. He watched the men's pathetic attempts at flirting and watched the women try to be sexy. And god they were. He really had no preference between men and women but he had noticed that the women tended to be better at flirting than the men. They all looked good but no one was really catching his attention, he sipped his drink with a bored posture and felt someone tap his shoulder.
As he turned to his right he saw a girl probably no older than 19 with long brown hair pulled up into a bun that sat neatly on top of her head and was pulled out on the sides to form some type of weird arc. Honestly it made her head look like the rear end of a bird, the makeup that had been slathered on in thick layers over her eyes and mouth didn't help the comparison.
"Hey, you look lonely. Buy me a drink and we can talk for a while." She smiled fakely.
"No." He responded bluntly.
She looked stunned and a few girls in the corner of a booth were laughing at the scene. Probably her poser friends.
"Please." She whispered in a low voice, batting her eyelashes at him.
He looked back and forth between the girl in front of him and the satellites in the booth. "What are you trying to prove to them? I can tell this isn't how you usually dress and you probably never wear that much makeup at once, so why now? To show off to those vultures?" He asked with an inquisitive tone.
She stared at him for a moment and then looked at the floor before speaking so low he could hardly hear her. "Can you just pretend you like me for a second? I don't want them to think I'm a loser who can't get a date."
He thought for a moment and grinned at her friends causing them to draw back a bit. "Sure if that's all." He began walking over to the booth as she followed close behind. "Hello ladies, how may I be of service?"
"What? Of service? Jessica you picked up a hooker." A girl with the same hairstyle and a nose ring said in an annoying nasally voice.
"What?! No I-"
"It's alright Jessie, so they don't recognize me, who cares?" Offender says smoothly with a smirk on his face.
"Recognize you? What's that mean?" A girl in an exceptionally slutty outfit asks.
"Really? Huh, guess I'm not as famous a model as I thought." As soon as they heard 'model' they sat upright and arched their backs so their breasts pushed out more.
"A model? Really?" Nasal voice asks.
"That's awesome." Slut adds.
At this point Jessica had fallen silent and was looking at her feet. You smile and wrap an arm around her waist making her jump. "Yes well we should go. I promised I would show Jessie here what a real man can do so I'll see you girls later." They all look flabbergasted.
You pull her out of the club through the front door and then let her go.
"There now you can go home and I can finish what I was doing." He begins to walk down the street.
"Wait! At least tell me your name, you seem really nice." He stops walking and turns to face her.
"My name? Why do you need to know?"
"I just thought…" She trails off.
"Trust me kid you couldn't handle me if you tried."
"Yes I could!" She yells, frustrated.
"Oh yeah? Come with me." He walks into the alley beside the club and she follows.
"Okay, what now?"
He turns to her and removes his hat and lets his tendrils shoot forward and grab her, one wrapping around her mouth to stop a scream at his mouth tears open farther to reveal razor teeth. "Still think you can handle me girl?" His voice was low and seductive but had a demonic edge underneath.
She passes out from pure terror.
"That's what I thought." He drops her and teleports away to a park in the next town over. He sits on a bench and lights a cigarette, waiting for something but he wasn't sure what.
He sat there until the sun started to rise and the birds started to chirp happily, down the road a ways an early morning jogger ran down the sidewalk with earbuds in his ears. Offender watched him jog for a moment before losing interest. This was ridiculous, why was he suddenly not attracted to anyone?! He sat lower in the bench until he felt a familiar presence.
"What do you want Slender?" Offender sighed.
The being stayed quiet for a moment. "It's happening isn't it?"
"What? Is what happening?" Offender turned to stare incredulously at his younger brother who stayed perfectly calm.
"You aren't attracted to anyone anymore."
Offender jumped up and glared at the slightly taller being in front of him. "How the fuck did you know?! This just happened! Have you been watching me? What is happening?!"
"Calm yourself. This hasn't yet happened to me but I know the signs of a heat cycle when I see one." Slender explained.
"Heat cycle? Ha! That's ridiculous! A heat cycle would mean I'd be hornyer, not completely uninterrested in sex."
"That's how it starts. First you lose interest and then you start to feel the heat. You get dizzy and tired and hot and soon the only thing you'll be able to think about is sex. It usually lasts about two weeks and you won't sleep at all."
Offender stood there, awestruck. Why did he not know this stuff? How did Slender know about it? Two weeks of straight sex with anyone he wanted sounded pretty good but he'd never gone that long without sleeping before, and from the sounds of it he would be exerting a lot of energy. This could be a problem.
"Well I don't have anywhere to stay right now so do you mind if I crash at your place?" Offender asks.
Slender sighs. "I know I'm going to regret this but sure, fine."