Pleasured Sins of My Past

Chapter 2
Blossoms Run Red

The sun was riding with me along the horizon as I hit the back ways of the outskirts of New York. ‘Man I hate this town,’ I uttered aloud in the car as I turned down a dirt road no one really seemed to know or care about. Solitude was something very underrated these days. Someone always needed somebody else or just some body. Never mattered to me I take what I want….always have and always will. Just the thought of brining pain to someone sends a rush I can’t explain. The stark fear in someone’s eyes as they know the inevitable is coming is a unique high, better than any of this shit these kids take today.

Don’t know why I was thinking of ol’ Foxy today guess a piece of me still misses the girl. She got what came to her. Always flauntin’ her shit in fron’ of me actin’ like I would never take it. Just ‘cause she was with the runt..ah the runt. Now there’s someone who I will never get sick of bringing pain to. His demonic glare graced the rearview mirror, the sun flashing across the glass making his fangs seem more sinister and dangerous. He sat nodding his head at the image seeing what all of his victims see whenever he was in one of his moods of lust and ridicule. ’Ha ha ha,’ echoed from his throat to the empty fields he cruised by utterly pleased at his monster under my bed appearance. A living boogeyman he considered himself hiding in closets, bushes, under beds or better on the bed atop a hot quivering body. Pulling the jeep over he got out and walked ten minutes straight through a field of grass tall as his hip and took a whiz looking up at the six starred sky and sighed.

The sigh wasn’t from the relief of his bladder but from a faint scent that he recognized from decades ago. He yanked at his cock eliminating any wetness before he stuffed himself back into his pants and proceeded towards the smell that had his senses tingling. The heat was getting to him as he passed through a blanket of mosquitoes and fireflies and unbuttoned three of his shirts buttons. He walked through a patch of thorns and accidentally ripped his pants. ’Shit now I’ve gotta visit Giovanni.’ He removed the thorns that dug into his leg and wiped away the blood that trailed down into his sock and watched the deep scar disappear as quick as it came. He loathed his tailor because he was too gay even for his tastes but he had one delicious perk. His mind drifted to Giovanni’s adopted daughter Bella.

Man was she a beauty too. He felt his groin growing hot as he thought about the raven haired doll. 5’10, 125lbs of toned caramel skin that screamed to be touched. He remember the day that he first saw her. She wore a tight red skirt and no underwear. The way her ass stretched the leather was so unnatural it was a sin. Her tube top was small enough for a toddler and if it was any tighter her breasts would have plopped out onto the counter, welcoming a lick and a pinch.

I hated the way Giovanni boasted about her through my fitting. If he knew the thoughts that danced in my perverted mind he would’ve or at least tried to throw me out on my ass. He rattled on about her school work, job and other crap I didn’t give a shit about, I only wanted to fuck the shit outta her right there, her ass bent over the glass case screamin’ and moanin’ fer me t’ stop and not. The only thing that made me not rip ‘Vanni’s throat out was the little tidbit of her never being with a man. The way his eyes grew when his hand brushed across my crotch made me chuckle to myself. I didn’t know if it were true but I checked anyway.

Giovanni receded to the back to put my measurements away taking quick glances at my pants and not to see if the measurements were correct. I cornered Bella in a dressing room. The way she screamed from my rudeness and intrusion turned me on even more. I didn’t say a word the way my eyes bore into hers made her quiet as a church mouse then I slid two fingers inside her tight little hole. Pushin’ ‘em further, the tips of my fingers found her hymen and gently began rubbing the inside of her soft walls. My fingers quickly became moist as I playfully wiggled them. Sure enough she was a virgin and from that day I knew she was going to be my next quest. My fingers left as did I and ever since she could never keep her eyes off o’ me.

A volt of electricity jolted through me as I thought about Bella and that sweet scent that invaded my nose. ‘What is that scent?‘ Coming past a bunch of trees I saw it. A white field, nothing but white flowers smelling of jasmine with light hints of lavender. I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly laughing into the humid night air.

‘Now I remember. ‘Another piece of sweet pussy I had the pleasure o’ fuckin’.’

My mind drifted in a soft fluid dream of memories containing the old days of Japan. The gentle days of villages of innocence. Cherry blossoms blooming in the summer. Children playing with a ball running the streets with happiness I’ve never or ever wanted to have. A slight breeze blows and I feel my face cold. My fingers brush a small tear away. I look at the salty water covering my digits pondering what the hell this was for. I never shed a tear since I put my claws to my Pa and they were tears of a lust for killing, not remorse. I take a deep breath and the smell of the flowers hit me again, my dick aching and tears flowin‘. Why?

‘What was her name…oh yeah Mariko. Mariko Yashida. Just rolls off the tongue like honey.’

I remembered she was the runt’s bitch for a while but what the hell else was going on. These sudden tears o’ yours have got to stop.’ He picked up a flower and placed it to his nose grinning at the sudden thought that crossed his brain, forgetting about the stain on his face.

‘Who are you?’
‘A friend of your husband.’

That was the last gentle thing he said to her. He loomed in the small doorway eyeing her like a hungry dragon stalking a small lamb. He knew his intentions were to hurt her only to hurt Logan, but more to bring him a delicious pleasure of destroying something so precious to the runt. The door slid shut with a dull smack. My hand wrapped around the soft long neck, a few unintelligible gurgles were the only thing she could get out before I slapped her into a dizzying hurt. The way those brown eyes gaped at my fangs reading my own emerald orbs, knowing the only thing on my mind was to bring sheer terror to her. Her feet dragged and kicked as I pulled her, toying with her making her think she was putting forth an effort that escape was a possibility.

‘If ya don’t stop yer twitchin’ I gonna put a hurt on ya that only the devil himself could appreciate.’

Her body bounced onto the bed, her red kimono falling open at her breasts and thighs as if silently inviting me to plunder her body. I stood over her watching her cower trying to hide herself from the danger that invaded her home, her sanctuary. Little did she know the moment her eyes met with Logan’s her fate was sealed and delivered to me.

‘I don’t give a shit about ya, I only want to bring hurt t’ ya husband.’
‘Logan-san what has he done….’

A hard slap across her face and a hard pull of her hair immediately made her obedient.

‘Just unlucky in love darlin’. Ya should watch yer acquaintances, they could leave ya in a world of despair and hurt ya couldn’t possibly imagine.’

I entered her so fast and without warning it somewhat surprised me. The rush of heat that engulfed my cock was unbelievable. She held her scream, taught well by her father, brother didn’t care. She bit her lip so hard from the thick intrusion she began to bleed. The coppery liquid never tasted sweeter on my tongue. Those soft plump lips pursing with every hard slow thrust. I never blinked, my eyes stayed on her, watched her every grimace her body never relenting to me. My tongue played with her pink nipples sucking them gently over and over, lapping across her hot flesh. Nipping with my teeth back and forth tensing her stomach muscles as her body was going against her will enjoying the torment.

‘Always remember something, this only fer ya lovin’ that runt and it will always
happen if not by me by someone else.’

I didn’t cum inside her, that was for another piece of ass later. Only weeks later Logan was back with his X chumps, never mentioning Mariko again. I felt I had a good part in her releasing herself from her attachment to Logan, but marryin’ another fucker was too much fer me t’ handle. A soft breeze woke me up only to have me realize that I was actually crying. My arms held me tight only my eyes could see a blur of white waving over me. Something was happening to me. I couldn’t bring myself to stand only quiver with a feeling of loathing and hate. I felt out of body, someone or something else was doing this to me. Roaring loud I found my self on my feet and running straight into another grove of trees. Minutes pass and I saw it. My blood never felt hotter as I trudged through the muck across another vast field, clean and cut even. Standing I gazed at my reflection only to spot something else and my animal came back….pissed and unremorseful. I only heard the sound of a deep yell as I crashed through the door pouncing like a cat on my prey…..then black rage.