Chapter 5: Mingling among Prey (4) (NSFW/R18)
As Carl pushed the heavy door shut and locked it, the sounds of the nightclub faded into a muffled hum. He stood back, allowing Jeanne to unfasten her blouse, revealing the silken curve of her breasts, crowned by erect nipples.
Her eyes smoldered with heat and desire, her gaze fixed on Carl as she untied her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles. The dim light from the hallway cast shadows on her flawless skin, illuminating the sensuality of her movements.
Her fingers fumbled slightly at the zipper of her dress, a nervousness that betrayed the raw intensity burning within her. With his eyes flashing the desire of eating her alive, Carl reached out, deftly unzipping her dress, watching it slide gently down her body until it pooled at her feet.
She stood before him, naked, her eyes daring him to make his move. "Do you know," she murmured, her voice husky with a mix of emotions, "It's been a while since I've done this."
Carl didn't feel much from Jeanne's words, even her saying she is 'inexperienced' might as well be gaslighting, however, as he was looking at her curvy and voluptuous body, his cold heart began pounding with a slight increased cadence, against his chest.
He stared at Jeanne, feeling the raw power of her sexuality, and her mature, plump body was exactly his type. Was it a curse in his mind or a blessing that he was attracted to such dangerous women, in that moment, he had the power over the act.
"I want you so much," he whispered gruffly, reaching out to cup one of her breasts.
His thumb brushed over her nipple, sending a shiver through her body. "Oh god, yes," she moaned softly, arching her back. "You feel so good."
"Please, Carl," she breathed, her voice thick with lust. "Make love to me." Carl could only nod, his eyes locked on hers giving off some of his emotions.
"Please, touch me," she pleaded, her voice breaking with need.
His hands steady, as if belonging to a surgeon, traced the curves of her thighs, moving closer to her core. He teased her with a gentle brush against her vagina, causing her to gasp and arch her back. "You're so wet," he said, his voice containing the charm of a predatory being. "I just want to taste you."
She nodded eagerly, her breathing shallow and quick. Her hands moved to undo his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened length.
Carl looked down at her as she stared with shock at his phallus, and inwardly he was breathing out relief that he still packed a great armament that could defuse sluts and whores alike.
Her eyes widened with hunger, taking him in her hand, stroking him gently. "I want to taste you," she said, her voice low and sultry. Carl didn't respond, while Jeanne leaned down, her lips touching his phallus while her tongue also started exploring his glans.
This timid approach transitioned after she tasted the peripherals of his penis, her mouth enveloped him, sucking him deeply, her tongue swirling around him.
Carl groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. Her fingers wrapped tightly around him, pumping him rhythmically, her mouth devouring him hungrily. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her faster, harder.
She responded eagerly, her lips and tongue working magic.
Carl's knees quivered under the force of the pleasure coursing through him. He couldn't believe how much he wanted this woman. He abandoned most of his moral compasses, not caring if she was married, if she had kids, in this moment, she was his sex toy.
Right now, none of those senseless worries mattered.
All that counted was the urgent, primal connection Carl and Jeanne shared. Carl grabbed Jeanne's hips, lifting her up onto the sink counter. She let out a soft whimper, her legs wrapping around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance, gazing into her eyes as he thrust into her.
"Yes," she cried out, her head tossing back in ecstasy. "Oh god, yes, Carl..." Her muscles clamped around him, squeezing him tight. He pounded into her harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Yes, baby, take me," she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He kissed her fiercely, their tongues entwining, fueling the fire between them. He plunged deeper, harder, her cries echoing in the enclosed space.
"This body is a sin. I can't get enough of you," he growled, his grip tightening on her hips. She arched beneath him, meeting each thrust with a guttural cry. Their bodies slammed together, sweat mingling, their hearts pounding in synchrony.
Carl thrust inside her, feeling her walls tighten around him, gripping him like a vice. He looked down at her, her lips parted, eyes glazed with lust, and he couldn't help but smile. "You feel amazing," he rasped, kissing her neck, tasting her sweet, intoxicating scent.
Not yet, he reigned in his desire to stab his fangs into her tender, delicious neck.
Jeanne threw her head back, laughing throatily, clutching at his shoulders. "Damn, Carl, I've never, ever been fucked like this before." Her voice was strained, almost desperate, and it fueled his arousal.
"Take me, Carl," she repeated, her eyes pleading with him. "I want to feel you fill me up." He took a deep breath, steadying himself before grabbing her thighs and spreading her open.
He guided himself into her, feeling her walls stretch around him. "God, yeah," she moaned, throwing her head back and biting her lip. "Fuck me, Carl." He began to move, slow and steady, savoring the sensation of being inside her.
Carl's teeth grazed against her neck, leaving a trail of warmth behind as she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him. His cock throbbed inside her, pulsating like a heartbeat, matching the rhythm of their bodies. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through him, filling him with an insatiable hunger for more.
"So fucking good," he groaned, punctuating each word with another brutal thrust. She clawed at his back, her spine arching off the counter.
"Harder, Carl," she gasped out between labored breaths. "Give it to me." Carl could barely contain himself, her scent tantalizing his senses, threatening to send him spiraling into a frenzy.
He held onto her tighter, gritting his teeth as he thrust deeper inside her. "You make me want to eat you right now," he managed. "Your pussy feels so damn good." Jeanne threw her head back, moaning loudly. "Carl, oh my God, fuck me harder! Eat me, baby!" she screamed, her fingers digging into his back.
"That's it, Carl, don't stop." His hips surged forward, pistoning into her, their bodies slapping together, creating a symphony of flesh and friction. Her cunt gripped him tightly, milking him greedily, each contraction sending shockwaves through him.
"Carl, I'm close," she panted, her face flushed with passion. "Don't stop, please don't stop." He could feel her pussy pulsing around him, growing tighter, hotter.
"You're going to cum soon, aren't you?" he asked, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Yes, Carl, I'm close," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Keep fucking me like this, and I'll come all over you."
He could hear the desperation in her voice, and it drove him wild. He thrust harder, deeper, determined to make her scream his name.
"Carl, oh my God, I'm gonna cum!" she yelled, her voice cracking with pleasure.
Carl thrust harder, feeling the tension coil tighter within him. Each time he pulled out of her, she would whimper softly, begging him not to stop. He buried himself deep inside her again, hearing her sharp intake of breath. Her pussy clung to him like a glove, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him.
"So close," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Just a little bit more." Carl gripped her hips tightly, his cock throbbing in response.
"Almost there," he whispered, his voice strained. "I'm about to lose myself."
"Let go, Carl," she moaned, her voice low and seductive. "Let yourself go."
He gave a final thrust that challenged the walls of her cervix entrance to the extremes, burying himself deep inside her. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his whole body convulsing with release. Jeanne's pussy clamped around him, milking him dry, as she screamed out in ecstasy. The bathroom echoed with their cries, the intensity of their shared experience overwhelming them both.
Carl's breathing slowed, settling into a familiar pattern, as if the two of them somehow became one entity, he could feel her pussy clamping and pulsing around his shaft, unwilling to let him go.
Jeanne managed, her voice still catching in her throat. "That was something else. I never felt like this."
Carl chuckled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. "It certainly was," he agreed, tracing the lines of her collarbone with his fingertips. "But I must say, you're quite a handful."
Jeanne smiled lazily, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
"Now that was a workout," she purred, running her fingers lightly along Carl's arm. "Feels like we could do this for hours."
The smell of sex permeated the cramped bathroom stall, mingling with the faint traces of perfume and cologne lingering from their evening out. The dim light cast eerie shadows across the room, adding to the surreal atmosphere.
"I guess we should get cleaned up," Carl finally said, reluctantly releasing her embrace.
Jeanne smirked mischievously, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh? Do you have a preference for the clean-up, or are you open to suggestions?" Jeanne's playful tone resonated with a lingering sensuality, and Carl couldn't help but chuckle in response.
"As much as I'd enjoy spending more time here, I think we could use a change of scenery," Carl suggested, his eyes gleaming with a promise of more excitement. "What do you say we continue our night somewhere more... comfortable?"
Her heart raced and fluttered against her ribcage, a feeling of exhilaration sweeping through her. She couldn't help but marvel at the sight of this beautiful man, his chiseled features etched with determination.
"Are you sure about this?" she questioned, her voice trembling slightly.
Carl responded with a confident yet teasing smile, "Don't worry, my dear. I have something special in mind."
Jeanne's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Lead the way," she replied, readjusting her disheveled attire with a confident flair.
Carl stepped out of the bathroom first, ensuring the coast was clear. He extended a hand to Jeanne, who took it gracefully as they navigated their way through the nightclub's bustling crowd.
Once outside, the cool night air greeted them, a refreshing contrast to the heated intensity they had left behind in the club. Carl hailed a taxi, and as they slipped into the back seat, he leaned in close to Jeanne.
"I know just the place for us," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. The taxi ride was filled with stolen kisses and lingering touches, each moment fueling the anticipation of what awaited them.
The hotel lobby welcomed them with muted elegance, and Carl confidently approached the front desk. A discreet exchange ensued, and within moments, they found themselves in the elevator, ascending to a private suite.
As the door to the suite closed behind them, Carl turned to Jeanne, a hungry glint in his eyes.
The suite exuded an air of opulence, bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights. Plush furnishings and luxurious fabrics adorned the space, creating an intimate haven for the unfolding escapade. Jeanne felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as Carl closed the distance between them.
Carl's gaze, filled with a predatory intensity, held hers as he spoke with a low, velvety voice, "Now, where were we?" His fingers traced a path from her cheek to the nape of her neck, igniting a shiver that coursed through her entire being.
Jeanne's breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of Carl's touch. She surrendered to the magnetic pull, allowing herself to be drawn closer.
Their lips met in a hungry kiss while Carl's hands explored the contours of Jeanne's body, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in their wake.
With a gentle push, she guided Carl towards the far end of the sprawling chamber where a massive four-poster bed awaited them. The linen sheets were delicately draped over the bed, glowing faintly in the semi-darkness. She felt a shiver run down her spine in anticipation, her senses sharpening with every step.
Carl, ever observant, noticed the shift in her mood, a hungry gleam in his eyes signaling his approval. "What do you think, love?" he rasped, his voice vibrating with restrained desire.
"Take me."
Carl obliged, wrapping his powerful arms around her waist, lifting her effortlessly from the ground. He carried her towards the king-sized bed, laying her gently onto the plush mattress. She watched him intently, her eyes wide with admiration and lust. His movements were fluid, graceful, and confident, like a dancer performing a ritual.
"How does it feel?" he asked, sitting down beside her. "Like being in heaven," she sighed, running her hands over the silken bedding.
Carl climbed onto the bed, his weight making the wooden frame creak softly. He traced the outline of her bare shoulder with gentle fingers, savoring the smoothness of her skin.
"Ready to take the plunge?" he breathed, his warm breath fanning her face.
She nodded, her pulse racing with anticipation. He crawled up beside her, their bodies brushing against each other, igniting sparks of desire. Their mouths rejoined in a deep kiss, tongues entwining, seeking, exploring. His hands roamed over her body, skimming over her hips, thighs, and calves.
She shivered at his touch, reveling in the delicious sensation of his cool skin against hers. His fingers wandered lower, tracing the contours of her inner thighs, and she squirmed in anticipation.
"Carl," she murmured, her voice hoarse with longing. "Please."
He grinned wickedly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "My dear, it seems you're ready for round two."
She laughed weakly, nodding her agreement. "Round two, it is."
Carl wasted no time.
With a wicked grin, he slid off his shirt, revealing a toned chest and sculpted abs. Jeanne stared, entranced, watching him undress. She could see that he was already rock hard, throbbing with anticipation.
"I've been patient enough for tonight.," he confessed. "This time, I'll make you feel both Heaven and Hell, Jeanne."
Jeanne swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Show me how bad you want me," she purred, arching an eyebrow.
Carl grinned, his eyes twinkling with devilish delight.
"You really want to know?" he growled, crawling up onto the bed. "Okay, watch and learn."
He kissed her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth, exploring every inch of her mouth. She moaned softly, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
"Fuck me, Carl," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire. Carl chuckled, his fingers trailing down her body, teasing her nipples, and tracing over her clit.
"Oh, you're such a naughty girl, aren't you?"
Her breath hitched, and she arched her back, pressing her body against his. "Yes, but it's all thanks to you," she gasped, reaching down to grasp his erection.
His cock throbbed under her touch, growing harder with each passing second. "Do you want me to show you something special?" he whispered huskily.
"Please," she pleaded, her voice barely audible.
Carl moved on top of her, aligning himself with her entrance.
With one swift motion, he thrust himself inside her, filling her completely. Jeanne cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking wildly beneath him. The sounds of wet flesh slapping together echoed in the quiet room, punctuated by their ragged breathing.
"Are you okay?" Carl asked, his eyes etching a fragment of worry since he overdid that thrust.
"I've never felt better," Jeanne gasped, arching her back to meet his thrusts. "Just take me harder."
Carl smirked, this sex crazed MILF. Why should he even show worry. With this in mind, he fully knew what she wanted. She was a total M.
He pushed deeper, filling her completely, stretching her walls until she screamed his name. His grip tightened around her hips, guiding her towards the perfect angle. Each thrust became harder, faster, more intense than before.
"Ah! Carl, yes! Yes!" Jeanne cried out, her nails digging into his back. "Harder!"
Carl's grin widened, the feeling of power rushing through him.
"As you wish, my lovely pet," he groaned, slamming into her harder.
The force of his thrusts rattled the entire bed frame as he pounded into her relentlessly. With each powerful stroke, he knew he was taking her places she'd never been before.
"You're so fucking tight," he growled, kissing her neck roughly. "You're going to come apart in my hands."
Her response was immediate. Jeanne let out a guttural scream, arching her back and clawing at the sheets. Her muscles tensed, and her body convulsed uncontrollably.
"Carl, yes! Harder!" It was a desperate plea, her voice strained yet insistent.
Carl heard his name echo in the silence that followed. It wasn't just a sound. It was a prayer, a demand, an affirmation – a cry for release.
"Yes, my beautiful prey," he responded, panting heavily now. "Feel me claim you, devour you, consume you whole."
His words weren't meant to be sweet or comforting. No, not when there was raw need seeping from every word spoken.
Not when he was touching her, tasting her, and whispering things into her ear that made her blood boil. No, she couldn't say anything about the dangerously intoxicating man she was sharing a bed with. Instead, she just kept murmuring his name like a mantra, an invocation, as if uttering those syllables would somehow keep her anchored in reality.
Carl, meanwhile, was relentless. He gripped her wrists and pinned her arms above her head, securing her in place. His hips surged forward, driving into her again and again and again.
He didn't care if he hurt her, he was lost in the exquisite agony of their shared encounter. Every nerve ending in his body was screaming for release, begging to burst forth in a wave of orgasmic bliss. And he was determined to give them everything they desired.
"Carl... I can't..." Jeanne whimpered beneath him, her voice strained and broken. But he ignored her pleas, his hunger too strong to resist. With each brutal thrust, he drove them both closer to the edge of oblivion.
He could almost taste the desperation on her lips, feel the trembling in her limbs, hear the erratic beating of her heart. This was his favorite part, the dance of seduction, the surrender of the women he was in bed.
"More, please," she begged, her voice hoarse and broken. "I need more."
Carl smiled grimly, his grip tightening around her wrists. "So you do beg for it, after all."
She shook her head, but the desire in her body couldn't be washed away even. "I can't…" she whispered as if trying to keep herself grounded and not let her desires run wild.
Carl leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let go," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper. "Surrender to your desires, my dear. I know you want me. You want more, tell me and I shall give it to you."
Carl whispered, his voice like silk on her heated skin.
Jeanne bit her lip, hesitating. The urge to obey his command was overwhelming, but she refused to let him know how much control he had over her. "No," she finally managed, her voice weak and wavering. "I don't need any more."
Carl looked at her skeptically, his eyes burning with a fiery intensity. "You could leave me, but you won't, will you?" He pulled her closer, pressing his lips against her neck as he inhaled her scent.
"Your body knows what it wants," he said softly, running his hand along her thigh. "Don't fight it."
Jeanne shuddered slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to shake her head, but her resolve crumbled under his gaze. "I shouldn't," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I have a fiancee."
Carl chuckled darkly, his fingers dancing across her skin. "And he doesn't deserve you," he replied smoothly. "He doesn't understand you like I do. I can offer you, so much that others can't even fathom."
Jeanne swallowed hard, her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted to deny the truth in his words, but deep down, she knew they rang true. It was her fiancee that cheated first, so why would she care about him at this point after doing her dirty.
So many years spent building a home burnt to ashesh by the one meant to be her everything. Not wanting to think about those dark thoughts that kept her up endless nights, she glanced at the man who was deep inside her, slow his intensity, as if wanting her to process her emotions.
"Why would you care?" she murmured, her voice barely audible. "You're just lusting over my body like the rest…"
Carl shook his head, his eyes alight with an unquenchable fire. "That's not true at all. My lust is reserved somewhere else. But can the same be said for you. Look at those lustful eyes that want to eat me, there's no point in lying to yourself." he insisted, his voice husky with emotion.
"I feel a connection with you..." Jeanne whispered, feeling herself slip further into the abyss of passion. She could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth, but there was no denying the truth in them.
Carl smiled, his eyes locked on her. "A connection?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Or an obsession?"
Jeanne paused, her heart pounding in her chest. "Maybe both," she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. "But I'm choosing to ignore it right now."
Carl chuckled darkly, his fingertips grazing her skin.
The slowing moment of debauchery, which was up to Carl's fingertips, resumed. He wanted to make her his toy, for her to get addicted to having sex with him, and her weaknesses started unraveling before him.
Learning that she had a fiancee, from his 'trained' eyes, for a woman of Jeanne's beauty to step inside the Lion's den just to look for sex, for a distraction, meant that she was either a cheating slut or she got emotionally hurt. Those small hints, made Carl reach the conclusion that she was most certainly hurt in her relationship and she wanted to get revenge in whatever the way she could.
Grinning inwardly, he wouldn't mind becoming a partner in this revenge as long he could claim such a high-quality pet that could sustain his hunger and also sexual cravings.
Shifting his focus back on her body, Carl gazed at her naked body, watching her plump, large tits bounce hypnotically. He bent down, captured her breast in his hand, and started sucking on her nipple, licking it with his tongue, drawing circles around it. Jeanne moaned loudly, throwing her head back on the pillow.
"Oh, god, yes!" she cried. "Suck on my nipples, baby!"
Carl took her left nipple between his teeth and began biting it lightly, teasing her with his vampiric fangs that could easily pierce the hide of a demonic beast, but in those moments they were so tender and gentle with the nipples of the succubus in human skin, making her scream with pleasure. He sucked on it harder, licking it with his tongue, causing her to writhe beneath him.
Her nipples were rock hard, standing erect like little pebbles on her chest. Carl loved the way they tasted, and he wanted to suck on them till they swelled up big and red. That would turn him on even more.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Jeanne yelled, grabbing hold of the sheets. "That feels so good!"
Carl chuckled softly, his mouth still attached to her nipple. "I bet you've never had someone suck on your tits like this before, have you?"
Jeanne shook her head, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
"No, never," she moaned, her voice trembling with desire. "Only in my wildest dreams."
Carl smiled devilishly, his eyes burning with lust. "Well, my dear, today your dreams come true," he growled, his voice low and rough. "I'm not going to stop until you're begging for mercy."
Jeanne cried, her pussy clenching around Carl's shaft. "Please, don't stop!" making Carl chuckle darkly, his eyes locked on her.
Feeling the sensations of her vaginal walls clenching tightly around his large phallus, it made him thrust harder, and feeling that he was about to cum, he increased the rate he was thrusting, while also playing with Jeanne's large tits.
Climaxing, while Jeanne also climaxed, squirting hot love juices all over Carl's lean, muscular body. He stood inside her, with his dick surrounded by her tight walls. He slowly withdrew his dick, relishing in the scene he created with Jeanne's pussy flooding out with his cum.
It felt like a beast marking his territory.
And, with satisfaction written all over his face, Carl picks Jeanne in his embrace, giving her a deep french kiss, caressing her body, making her relax and destress, and while playing with her body, all of her sexual regions, his dick got hard again, not long since his climax.
Jeanne who was enveloped in this veil of sexual desire, noticed that Carl's dick got rock hard as she was giving him a handjob, and playing with his balls.
She knew what was about to go down, with another round of passionate sex, and preparing her mind to not crumble under this man who was such a great lover, she experienced once again in her life, an 'supernatural' event.
Carl who was kissing her neck, playing with her earlobe, his saliva building up around a tender spot in her neck as if it was an anesthetic.
"Do you remember when I told you I would make you feel Heaven and Hell?" Carl's voice was low and husky, sending shivers down Jeanne's spine.
She gasped softly, her heart pounding in her chest. "Stop teasing me, baby," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you, too."
A wicked grin spread across Carl's lips, his crimson eyes flashed with lust and thirst. "I want you too, more than you think I do," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. "Now, I'll let you experience my Hell. I promise it will soon transform into a great experience for you."