It wasn’t stalking. He wasn’t stalking him.

He was learning his habit because he’d been kind and he was looking for a way to repay that kindness. So few people were kind to him.

It was difficult for Mika to survive on the streets, his body thin and his face too pretty. He could’ve resorted to unsavory means to get by but he hadn’t. Or he’d tried not to at least.

Sometimes he had to steal to put food in his belly, but usually he was able to fall back on selling his crafts in town. Trinkets, hats, things he’d learned how to make. Most said it was garbage and ignored him, but he persisted. He tried to be good.

It had been a long while since he’d sold anything. He was getting desperate and on the verge of succumbing to the other offers.

Until this man came into town.

He was tall and broad. So broad his body blocked out the little bit of sun that reached his stall.

Mika was scared he was going to be attacked, but the man, with his striking yellow eyes, simply asked to buy a few of his best wares.

It happened like that for weeks, until Mika couldn’t contain his curiosity.

Waiting until night fall, he went in search of his residence and studied his movements. Studied his everything. He’d forgone sleep to learn all he could about the man.

“He wakes at 6am.” Mika mumbled as he rubbed his grimy eyes. “Spars with his assistant before showering. Then breakfast before he leaves for work.”

The car zoomed by, Mika ducking deeper into his hiding spot in the hedges. He waited a breath, and then waited another. He stood there, unfocused eyes staring at the house.

“I’m… not stalking him. Just finding out what he likes.”

His body was moving before he’d realized it. Walking steadily toward the back of the house, seeking a way into the warmth he knew was there. The man seemed warm. Imposing, but kind and warm and and…

“What am I doing?”

The knob to the back door turned easily under his grip. If he was in his right mind, he would’ve turned around and left, but a compulsion drove him. He wanted to see what made the man’s brow furrow just so when he glanced up at the wall in the living room. And what made his lips quirk and eyes brighten when he sat down at the dining room table for each meal. What was he looking at?

Mika had to know.

Nothing stopped him as he crept into the house. No guards, no alarm. His heart was the only alarm beating loudly in his ears. Like a staccato rhythm that threatened to give him away, loud and throbbing. His chest heaved as he moved further into the house.

He was close, almost to the living room. Almost to his prize.

It was like a bright like ahead; golden yellow, like the man’s eyes, enticing him forward. He crossed the threshold and his breath caught like a stone lodged in his throat.

“I’m glad you finally came, Mika.”

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It was his favorite one because of how it dropped down between her breasts and clung to her hips. It was like water flowing on her skin.

She knew what it did to him and it killed him that she wore it now.

Anger, fear, pain, and naked lust. Thomas didn’t know how to feel. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched his wife get dressed to got out with friends.

“When will you be back?” He heard the frustration he couldn’t hide

Gina paused in putting her earrings in, glancing at him in through the mirror of her vanity. Her hazel eyes sparkled with a hint of mirth, like his confusion amused her. He was sure it probably did. God, she was cruel.

They’d always done this dance. Gina loved her freedom, he’d known it when they’d met. Thomas didn’t want to restrict her, didn’t want to hold her back.

It was the thought of other people’s hands on her body that set his teeth on edge. No one else should know how the color of her nipples deepens when she’s aroused or the way her breath hitches just before she comes. Only he should own those moments.

He grit his teeth, cock hard and mind frustrated. Lustful and fucking afraid.

“Thomas.”

Gina called him out of his tangled emotions. He focused back on her, surprised to find her attention wholly on him.

“No matter what time I get home, I’m all yours. Didn’t I promise you that from the start?”

It was that focus that had won him over all those years ago. It worked now.

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Follow the trace of my fingertips from nipple to navel. If you’re patient, I’ll let your lips continue down.

Down over the gentle curve of my belly, the bump of my mons. Hands to my hips as your lips slip between my thighs.

You’ve found my cunt now. Or do you prefer pussy, cunny, or quim? Whatever your preference, spell it out with your tongue on my clit.

Lick. Up, up, up, and then slowly down until you’ve done all you can to make me cum.

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I glanced over at him and nearly started laughing. He was cute; tall with spiky blonde hair, and that really built body I was typically attracted to in a guy. Dressed nicely too, and while I couldn’t tell the brand, I could defintely tell they were designer clothes.

His level of confidence was startling and a little irritating. It was the jock vibe as he leaned close to where I was at the bar, high ball glass in hand and smile in place.

I was ready to blow him off. Between the shitty music in the club, the weak booze in my drink, and sweaty people grinding against each other on the dance floor, I’d lost interest in… whatever I’d thought about doing when I walked in here.

Downing my drank, I stood and straightened my skirt. Nah, not tonight.

“Wait!” the light touch of his hand on my arm stopped me. He let go when I glanced down at his hand. “I mean, don’t go yet.”

He sounded desperate. More than someone with his looks should sound. I meet his eyes and was surprised at the earnestness and honesty.

A big golden retriever. That’s what I thought of when I looked into his eyes. Something about that energy had me turning back toward him.

“One drink.” I sighed as gave him my attention.

His sunny smile light up his face and it had the desired effect on me. How adorable.

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“Are you okay with me coming in?”

Those drinks may have been weak but enough of them were coursing through my veins to make this sweet himbo sexier and sexier.

Especially when he kept his mouth closed.

“Stupid puppy,” I mumbled as I pushed the door open, pulling him in behind me. “If I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have invite you over.”

I shut the door and dropped my keys on the living room table. He hovered by the door, looking awkward as I stripped out of my clothes.

“Well, should I go?” he was watching me intently, shifting from foot to foot.

Turning, shirt half undone and standing in my panties, I stared at him in disbelief. Sure the alcohol was making my mind move a bit slower, but I thought it was pretty obvious what was about to happen.

“What do you think I was inviting you in for?” I was incredulous. Maybe he was stupider than I first thought.

He looked around, a blush dusting his cheeks. Where was his confidence from earlier?

“I didn’t want to assume anything.”

“Assume, you dummy.”

Scoffing, I finished removing my clothes and then crossed the distance that separated us. When I was close enough, I grabbed his hand and placed it between my thighs.

“Just so no one is confused, this is my cunt and you’re here to fuck it. So let’s get to work.”

The way his hand cupped me drew a little moan from me. God, its been a while since I’d been touched.

His uncertainty shifted as if my moan was the signal he needed. “Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

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“Wait, wait. Plea-“

The plea morphed into a high pitched cry as Chris drove a six inch serrated knife into the hand bound to the table. Blood oozed out of the wound, painting the wood a dark red color as it spread.

Knives were easier to deal with than people. Honest in a way that humans could never be. You keep them sharp and they will do what they were made to do every time. No questions and no lies.

Chris examined the knives that remained. He could do so much with these, but he shouldn’t need to.

“You’ve got approximately five more tries.” He let his fingers trace each knife. “I don’t have all day to find out what I need to know.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know anything!”

Glancing up from his kit, Chris’ other hand shot forward to grab the man’s head and slam it on the table. He had a knife with a needle point aimed at the man’s eye before he could draw a proper breath.

“I don’t have the patience either. So,” he slammed the man’s head down again when he struggled. “How much harder are you going to make me work?”

The sudden fire in the man’s eyes made Chris excited. No, he didn’t have to use all his knives, but if the man wanted to play, who was Chris to deny anyone the opportunity to experience heaven.

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She wanted to laugh at herself as she leaned against the hood. The air seemed to dance as she gazed at the horizon, sweat rolling down her neck to dampen her cami.

In her haste, she’d botched this good. How utterly unlike her.

Sari contemplated her life. Her careful, well planned life. Her job she killed herself to get, her expensive penthouse apartment, her handsome boyfriend. Her father bragged to his golf buddies about her. Her mother was secretly planning some lavish wedding for her at the county club. Her siblings borrowed money when they were strapped. Everyone expected so much from her.

She was drowning. So she left.

On the hottest day of the year. The worst day to jump in her car and leave. No clothes, no plans, and; in the end, no gas.

Where was the nearest gas station? Ten miles back. Twenty miles back. The next state over…

Her mind was blank for the first time in a long time and it was therapeutic. Or maybe it was the heat affecting her brain. She should figure something out soon.

A tiny dot appeared in the distance and something came over her. Pushing away from her car, she walked to the road and stuck out her thumb.

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She didn’t lift her gaze from her empty plate, bringing her hands together and closing her eyes.

A loud thud and muffled cries reached her ears, sending a skittered of shivered down her spine. The cries trailed off to whimpers that made her squeeze her eyes tight.

“We give thanks to the lord for what he has provided.”

Another loud thud and the whimpers were cut off. What followed was the sound of meat being sliced and the scraping of cutlery.

“Times have become challenging, but the lord in his wisdom has once again provided for us.”

A chair dragged along the floor and she jumped, her heart pounding out of her chest.

“We give thanks for those who have sacrificed so we may fill our bellies, warm our homes, and keep a roof over our heads.”

There was a long pause as a sharp metallic scent permeated the air and threatened to turn her stomach. She knew better than to lift her head. Not yet.

“For all of these things we give thanks,”

“Amen.” She echoed with him.

Drawing in a steady breath and kept her eyes on her plate. Piping hot food was piled up in front of her. Mashed potatoes, Mac and cheese, green beans, stuffing, and home made rolls.

And large slices of meat that oozed blood all over the plate.

A finger covered in dried blood tapped her hand. “Move forward, you’re too far from the table.”

The chains about her ankles rattled as she scooted forward. She squeezed her fork desperate to avoid the dead eyes staring back at her from the platter on the table. Anything to hold back the scream that threatened to spill forth.

Forking some potatoes into her mouth, she swallowed them and the bile that seemed stuck in her throat.

She forced words from between her numb lips. “Thank you for the food.”

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Jesus. He was that guy, ogling a girl while she worked out. There was no helping it though. Not when she could bench press twice what he could.

She adjusted the strap of her gloves before doing some hammer curls with a ridiculously heavy weight. The way her biceps strained, the bunch of muscle and glistening skin, was too much.

He wanted to lick the sweat from her skin, press his nose to her musky sports leggings, trace the outline of each muscle, and die happily between the crushing force of her thighs. He had to shake himself out of those thoughts so he could finish his set. It was tough with how tight his shorts had become.

“Excuse me.”

He nearly dropped the weight he was holding. Subtly shuffling to keep his obvious erection hidden, he turned toward the soft smoky voice.

“Yea?” His voice cracked and he felt heat rush up his neck.

She paused, her dark eyes sliding over his body in what he hoped was appreciation. A small smirk appeared on her lips.

“Mind if I lift near you?”

An undignified sound left his mouth. “Um, yes. Plenty of space.”

Not in his shorts, but most definitely beside him. He may not be able to hide his dick print, but it meant he was close enough to watch her move, he’d embarrass himself every time.

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He thrust into her cunt hard enough that she squealed. A thick stream of milk shot from her nipples into the canister, stirring the frothy liquid already collected.

“What a good little HuCow.” His callused palm caressed her bare ass once before smacking it hard as he fucked into her again. “I know you got a bit more milk for me. Be good and I’ll give you some cream.”

She couldn’t believe the noise she made when he said that. Her mind fluctuated between pleasure and horror as her body continued to respond to his. She tried pulling against the stock holding her head and hands in place, but her struggles were halfhearted at best.

“Please.”

He spanked her hard in quick succession. She whimpered and wiggled back into his pistoning cock.

“What do HuCow girls say?” he squeezed her engorged breast until she squirted milk, her cunt spasming.

“Moo,” came her breathy reply.

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As her wet cunt slid down his cock over and over, her ass slapping hard on his thighs as she rode him, the thought circled around his brain.

Money or love

“I love you, baby.” A voice like honey slipped over him.

Her eyes glinted with everything except love. Like the diamonds she had to wear even when they fucked, he felt the way they cut deep into his skin with each move she made.

His hands dug into her hips as she clenched tight around him. If he couldn’t slip more rings on her fingers, would she whisper those words so sweet?

Staring that truth in the face didn’t stop him from coming hard. Because pleasure didn’t give a fuck about love or money when she gave it to him that good.

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