Chapter 16: Obsession

As Maya balanced the tip of the knife against her bare knee, she watched Morgan and occasionally smiled at him as if all of this was okay. It seemed like she wasn't bothered by a God damned thing. After several long minutes that somehow managed to tick like a time bomb, she finally spoke. "You are quite the catch if I do say so myself."

Morgan recognized her tone. You've got to be kidding me. He swallowed hard and kept his eyes to floor. So many phrases filled his head. Don't look at me. Don't talk to me. Don't come near me. Don't touch me. LET ME GO. He was practically praying.

"All this excitement…" her eyes twinkled as she smiled. "I'm getting horny, baby. Do you wanna fuck?"

He slowly raised his head and met her eyes, "I like my women a little less delusional. I'll pass."

She quickly came at him holding that knife in her hand. Morgan's heart skipped several beats out of pure terror, and though he didn't cower, he shook uncontrollably as she straddled him. Only then did he turn his head turned away from her and try to lean back. "You can't mean that." She spoke as if they were old friends. "My feelings are really hurt, Derek." She let her eyes move over his face and then bit down into her lower lip. "Just think of the all the beautiful babies we could make. That might even be a good reason to keep you around…" She started to unbutton his shirt with the knife, clipping each button slowly and deliberately. "We could have so much fun. I say we have some fun right now."

"Maya," he began, "Don't do this. Let me go."

She opened his shirt and her eyes widened in delight. Then she just stared at his body, needing to close her eyes a few times. Morgan had never seen a woman so visually stimulated as her. He could feel her body shiver in response to what she was seeing. She unfastened his belt and then she opened up his fly, allowing the sharp edge of the knife to scrape Morgan's bare stomach. She shoved her left hand down his pants and Morgan's eyes closed as she gently cupped him into her warm palm.

He hated that it felt so fuckin' good, but he couldn't stop it; his body reacted against his will. It wasn't enough to think about the danger he was in. One question kept repeating itself over and over as he looked her in the eye: Why is such a pretty thing so evil?

"Oh, my… Such a handful," she commented. She licked her lips as she tugged and caressed him and it wasn't long before she could feel his dick swelling. "I knew it," she whispered with a smile as she leaned in to nibble on his ear. "You're just like Spencer. You like girls too."

"Stop touching me," he ordered as his simple stare turned into a sharp, angry glare.

She pouted, but ignored him completely, otherwise.

"Get. Off. Me." He could not have been more serious.

She continued to ignore him until she surprised him by pressing her mouth against his. He pulled back and turned his head and without warning, she brought the knife down into the outside of his upper thigh. He screamed loud at the sensation of fire slicing into his muscle. Over his own noise, he heard Maya moaning, clearly pleasured by his screams. She tried to kiss him again, even as he still screamed, but he turned his head again, so she turned the knife, tearing his muscle. Morgan screamed again and cried; his eyes wet from the agony. She watched him with excitement behind her eyes until he quieted a little, and then she kissed him again. This time, he felt he had to kiss her back or get a second time.

He whimpered and sniffed, trying so hard to collect himself. Forcing himself to look down, he watched his jeans begin to soak in his blood, turning flat dark blue to shiny crimson red. He growled and breathed hard as her hand moved the knife around in its place as she firmly gripped the handle.

"Do you smell that?" She took a deep breath through her nose and hummed. "I bet you taste even better." A confused and fearful expression came over Morgan; she was talking about his blood. She pulled the knife out very quickly and then showed it to him. He watched in horror as she licked one side of the blade, savored the flavor and then swallowed. "Mmm, so good," she said to herself while she rearranged her weight, scooting back onto his spread knees. "Baby, I'd like you to fuck me now."

"I am not fucking you."

She ignored his refusal and pulled the fabric away from his left shoulder and exposed his skin. He wondered what she was going to do next. He sucked in a huge gulp of air as he saw her bring the sharp blade near his head. She pressed the blade into the top of his shoulder and began cutting. He growled through it; she wasn't cutting very deep. It felt much like a tattoo, just more pronounced, but still painful as hell. When she was done cutting he could feel blood tricking down his chest and the new wound began to sting. He winced and breathed hard, trying not to make eye contact with her. She had a terrifying look in her eye. Maya moved upward again and pressed her pelvis against Morgan's lap, burying her face into his neck.

He listened to her shallow, needful breaths as she began rotating her hips against him. Her hot mouth wet his neck sending goose bumps up and down his body. This was all tolerable until he felt her tongue on his new knife wound. He grimaced as the vampire lapped at his bleeding cut because it stung like a son of a bitch. "Get off me," he told her again.

And she did just that. She suddenly lifted off of him and Morgan let out a quiet sigh of relief. But when he saw that she had begun undoing her shorts, he wished he'd kept his mouth shut. She turned her back to him and seductively bent over as she teasingly pulled her shorts and underwear down, letting them fall to the floor. Morgan caught a glimpse of a gorgeous, bare lipped, fat pussy with a glistening pink center… but he quickly closed his good eye and turned away, swallowing so hard and trying to think of anything that would ruin any erection he might get, like dying. Maya turned around and waited for Morgan to look at her and when he finally opened his eye again, he had to immediately turn his head away. "Maya, stop it," he pleaded quietly.

She pouted and began walking toward him, one foot stepping directly in front of the other. "You've got no idea what you've done to me, do you?"

Oh, he had an idea, but he didn't want to play. "I don't know what you mean."

"Coy…" Just before she bent over and reached for his belt to pull it off, she flipped her long, dark hair to the left like some supermodel on a photo shoot and felt around for the hardening mass in his pants. It took some effort due to Morgan's unwillingness to budge, but she got his pants and boxer briefs tugged down on his waist. "You're so handsome. I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of a man like you."

"Maya, please don't," Morgan tried again, but his cock stood at full attention; he looked like a liar.

She mounted him again. And this time, she braced herself on his shoulders ready to lower herself down.

He looked down at what was about to happen, disgusted by her damn near decorative bush. He was disgusted by her alluring scent, but his dick was hard and ready. He felt so conflicted and angry at himself, but he couldn't show her any weakness. But… maybe that's what she needed to see… Did she have any compassion at all? Would it make a difference? He hoped he could find the one bit of human decency she might have left in her and so he confessed his darkest secret to her. "I'm a sex abuse victim, Maya. Please don't do this," he begged, looking her in the eye, near tears.

She pouted, like having sex with Morgan was now suddenly out of the question, even for her. "But I wanna fuck so badly, Derek." She cocked her head at him to study him as he seemed to relax a bit and then lit up, excited again. "Why don't you just think of someone or something else? It won't hurt my feelings. I promise." She reached behind herself and took his shaft into her hand. She ran the tip of his dick along her drenched slit and he couldn't control the spasm that jolted through his body.

But then he got furious and he didn't bother to contain it. "You don't get it! I don't want this! Get off me!" he yelled at her, letting his anger show.

"Just satisfy me until I cum. It won't take but a minute." She batted her eyelashes at him and when he refused to acknowledge her, she gave him another alternative, speaking through her clenched teeth close to his ear. "How about this? If you don't let me fuck your dick for just a little, precious while, I will have no further use for you. I'll go ahead and end your existence early and get started on your disposal. Michael, Spencer and I will eat you for dinner… and to be honest, I can't wait for that. I… am… so… hungry," she growled seductively.

She's a God damned lunatic! Morgan was done. "You are one sick… crazy… nasty bitch." He spat as he stared her down, more pissed off than afraid at this point.

That evidently pissed her off a little bit. Her whole hand suddenly gripped onto his balls making Morgan cry out. She twisted and pulled so hard that the veins in his head threatened to burst. Her fingernails didn't fail to poke and scratch at him either, gouging into the sensitive skin of his scrotum. She backed up a bit and rested on his thighs as she held onto him, using her thumb to take his cock into her grasp as well. "When I'm done with you I think I'll keep this," she said about his cock. "What a fucking trophy." She reached down with her left hand and began to masturbate as she watched all the pain and panic on his face. It was clear she was going to get off quickly because of it and after only a few moments, she began moaning and sweating, rubbing herself harder and faster. Morgan couldn't believe this was actually happening. Her eyes closed intermittently as she began to really lose herself. Eventually, she let go of Morgan and he was able to breathe.

She pulled herself forward, onto his lap and rolled her pelvis against his. She wasn't forcing him to enter her, but she used him for leverage and warmth. And she was soaking him with her juices. He felt so gross because of it.

The pain from his broken rib had become expected and tolerable for the moment. And Morgan appreciated that his thigh had gone numb. He felt little pain from all the erratic pressure she was applying with her movement. And for now, he wasn't bleeding to death, so if she could just get done, he would try to buy some time.

But it was hard to think about how to do that as he watched her. Her back arched as she was got closer, slipping into absolute ecstasy. Her blood stained mouth was drawn open as she gasped for air. "I'm going to cum," she cried. Her rhythm suddenly hit a new height and her lips mouthed a name… Why is she not saying that out loud like everything else? Morgan tried to watch more closely… "Oh, yes… Oh my God," she whimpered. Her lower half shook and quivered against him and he felt her squirt, sending warm fluid trickling down his exposed crotch. He couldn't even care about that as his eyes grew wide when she mouthed the name again. She let out one final blissful moan and her body involuntary convulsed at her mid-section and she tried to remain still through it until finally, she threw herself against Morgan, even wrapping her arms around the chair as he sat in it. "Good Lord…" she whispered breathlessly into his neck. "That was so wonderful. Thank you."

He realized now why she was so crazy. "Don't thank me. Thank your brother."

Maya immediately pulled back with the most pissed look on her face. "My brother?" Morgan witnessed her go from questioning to absolutely fucking furious in a millisecond's time. "How fucking dare you!" she roared as she lifted off him. She moved quickly over to the door where she had left the aluminum bat and headed right back over to him holding it tight, ready to take aim.

Morgan shook his head. "No, no, no, Maya, please don't. I'm sorry," he tried to spit out as quickly as his brain would allow.

She was half naked, crazy and crying. She swung that bat into the wall to her right, shattering some framed artwork. Glass shards flew everywhere and Morgan nearly tipped over trying to avoid any of them landing his eyes.

When he opened them again, she was leaning down, staring a hole into him. Her pretty face was soaked with tears and running mascara. "I love my brother. How dare you turn my love for him into something perverse."

He tried to be gentle with her. "The heart wants… what the heart wants, Maya. Sometimes it's beyond our control."

"Shut up!" she screeched.

He flinched. Morgan could tell he was right. He could see that panicked look in her eye, like 'how could he know' or 'no one can find out'. "I can't even imagine how connected you are to him; that bond, right from the womb. It's hard for you to share him, isn't it? The jealousy you feel from time to time must be overwhelming. Especially when he's having sex with other people and you wish it could be you. But he doesn't want you, does he?"

The look on her face warned him and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. "You really shouldn't have said that." She swung the bat at his head and knocked him out cold.

Did you see that coming?