i wanna eat you
in the crude sense
not the literal one
i do wanna lick you
all over your body
and taste your sweat
i wanna smell you
inhale your stink
sup from your cunt
i will eat you until you cry
with pleasure and i
She is like a starving lioness, craving the kill, desperate for the taste of blood, the sensation of tearing flesh and the sweet stench of terror from her prey. She needs to feed. She longs to devour and feast. She needs to eat. Her hunger so strong that it hurts, consuming her every waking moment and drenching her dreams. It’s the only thing she can think about. She simply has to feel her teeth sinking into soft, terrified flesh. It’s in her very nature, to choke and kill and devour. She has no choice in the matter. It is who she is and it is what makes her so beautiful.
The best thing about her is that she’s coming round later tonight for what she describes as a barbecue. I’m just a little puzzled, as I don’t have a yard, but I’m sure she knows what she’s talking about, and I can’t wait to find out.
My mouth presses against yours, our lips hot and wet, our tongues tasting each other’s longing.
I move down, slowly, kissing your chin, gently tickling your neck with the tip of my tongue, making you giggle a little. I nibble on your shoulder and then kiss your achingly beautiful breasts thirstily, your nipples hard and sweet. I take them in my mouth and caress them with my tongue, then blow on them making you shiver a little. I bite one, the left one, ever so gently, and drink in the sound of your little gasps.
I move down and start to kiss your soft, warm belly, showering it with tiny raindrops of my love my hands running up and down your sides as I do.
I move down and you moan in anticipation of what is to come. You spread your arms wide, your fingers grasping the soft cotton sheets as my mouth moves around your beckoning pussy, breathing in your heady odours, hovering over your dark delights.
I plant a tiny kiss on your clit and feel a little shimmer run up your body and your breath quicken. I plant another, slightly longer one and softly tickle you with the tip of my tongue. Your moans thrill me, and I run my tongue down your glorious length pushing it thickly into you as your hands clasp the bed beneath you, your fingers digging deep. I lick faster and then take your clit into my mouth, sucking on it gently. Your hand grasps the back of my head and you pull me into you, wanting more. I take your legs and hold them high, pushing your knees towards your shoulders as I love your glistening pussy harder and faster with my mouth. Waves of deep pleasure sweep through you and your breath bursts from your lungs in hot fast gasps, and your moans become screams as I fill myself with your intoxicating flavour, dedicated to your pleasure. I stop briefly and blow on your wetness making you scriggle, which is a word I have just for you, to describe that half-scream, half-giggle of yours.
I move down and lick harder and faster and deeper and wetter as I feel your orgasm rise up in you, your hips rocking to the rhythm of your deepest desires, your body writhing with carnal delight. My mouth around you, I make a gentle humming sound, vibrating your clit and you punch the bed again and again, screaming “Fuck!” and “YES!” and “You beautiful cunt!” Your orgasm ravishes your body like a wild animal bursting free from a cage and your eyes mist over from sheer joy. I revel in your pleasure and drink it in deep, loving the shuddering of your body, the way the bed shakes and rattles with your visceral release.
You collapse on the bed, our fingers still clasping each other, panting and satisfied. Between your smiled panting, you manage to utter a single word.
She wanders aimlessly across the wilderness, dressed in rags. She never talks to anybody, she never looks at anybody and no-one has ever seen her eat. She has been wandering for nearly ever. Some say she was once an angel, and she is beautiful enough for that to be true.
She had fought on the side of good and he on the side of darkness for countless millennia, for longer than time itself. Evenly matched, their battles, which could light up whole star systems, would usually end in stalemate.
Only once did he beat her, and that was through cunning and lies, more than strength and power. He pinned her down on the surface of a cold dead sun, its death rattles escaping from its surface in steamy, angry bursts of foul gas, and pushed his face into hers. His breath was hot and animal. “We have a special place in Hell for angels.” he snarled, savouring the fear in her sacred eyes. Angels are not easily scared but she had heard of the pit, reserved just for God’s purest, most cherished creations. She knew of the living writhing thorn trees, made from her Saviour’s very own crown, that tormented angels inside and out. She knew how the floor of the pit was thick with the blood and teeth of her brothers and sisters, knew how that, in Hell, the agonies of the pure were considered the most delicious.
“There is a way out of this, my precious,” he let her know, “a way for you to escape the torment.” His growing erection told her exactly what that way out was. Her silence, her lack of response, was her acquiescence.
They lifted off from the sun’s surface, him entering her as they rose higher, holding her as they flew across the icy, dark sky. She gasped and tensed up, she knew how brutal this demon could be in the throws of the sexual act, how he would bite and claw and snap bone like twig, but he wasn’t brutal. He was fierce and overpowering, sure, as he flung and twisted her into different positions, taking her forcefully from every angle, but he wasn’t brutal. He was almost attentive.
He lifted her up to his mouth as they flew into the tail of a great comet, his long, thick, forked tongue thrusting into her and over her, the ice crystals of the tail, stinging their naked flesh. When an angel comes it can last for hours. Her orgasm lasted for days. She sung her pleasure so loudly, so honestly, that half the universe heard her bliss.
They landed with a seismic thud on a long neglected moon, and beneath a dark emerald sky, against the sides of an erupting volcano she took him in her hand and mouth, let him satisfy himself and took all he had to give. She felt him shoot, relentlessly into the back of her throat as she gulped and swallowed and dribbled his love.
They bathed in the raw heat of a super-nova and she knelt on all fours, looked over her shoulder at him and willed him to defile her with her eyes, and he filled her with his tongue and fingers and his icy erection. He covered her body with sharp kisses, each one stinging and leaving a little mark.
They soaked in the hot gases of star nurseries, whole civilisations crumbling beneath the screams of her delight and the primal growls of his lust, and after, as they danced under a diamond waterfall a hundred miles deep on a planet half a galaxy away, she realised with a terrible shudder, why he had not been brutal to her – when she returned to the Celestial City, she would have to confess to her Lord and Creator and He would ask if she enjoyed her unholy union. Her answer would get her banished from The City Of Light for all eternity. They would tear off her wings and hurl her into the deserts, to wander forever.
It is easy to find the angel that was, the wanderer they call Gabriela. Simply follow the trail of tears across the wastelands. If you are very lucky you may see the faint hint of a smile flicker across her face: she is remembering his forked tongue and the things he could do with it.