Humans have always been pathetic creatures. Willing to die over the slightest disagreements, but always so quick to cower and grovel when the going gets tough. There are none more pathetic than human men, however. Overwhelmed with pride, but easily consumed by their own lust and infidelity.
And yet, they've always been so much more fun to destroy.
I've been tearing apart men for centuries, now. The countries and the time periods may be different, but the humans are always the same. Too ungrateful to appreciate what they have, all too willing to jump ship at the first opportunity of greener pastures. So I just...give them what they want. For a price, that is.
I have an employer, so to speak. He observes humans, and when they're teetering on the edge of commitment, he sends me in as a...well, an extra push. I make my appearance suit their fantasies - most men this day and age go for the tight little blonde. Big tits, a firm ass. But no matter how I look, the story always ends the same. These men, they'll panic at first. Won't believe that their perfect woman could be interested in them. But their ego starts to take over - their feelings for their partner begin to fade as their lust intensifies. They become obsessed, desperate, willing to throw away everything for this imaginary girl. And then, once they leave their partner, they're killed. And after all that, it's just on to the next one! (heart)
For the last few weeks, I've been assigned to Los Angeles. You know all those men on the news, dying in their sleep? Yup, that's thanks to yours truly! My employer says we've only got one human left before we move on, and I'm anxious to move on. He's a regular at some dingy bar - apparently his girlfriend wants him to get serious, and he's too scared to commit. Same old, same old. I can't exactly knock his choice of girl, though - light brown skin, thick thighs, a spectacular ass. He may be a human, but at least he's got taste. He's sitting alone at a booth, drowning his woes in beers. "Excuse me...do you mind if I sit here?" I ask, all too coyly. Before he has time to respond, I'm beside him, shoulder-to-shoulder, brushing my knees against his. "What're you all by yourself for?" I question, twisting a lock of brown hair around a finger.
"I...I..." He stammers, but I'm hardly paying attention. He's tall, lanky...looks like he hasn't washed his hair in a few days. It's shaggy, but even more unkempt than I'd expect -he's probably been yanking at it from all the stress.
"Well come on, aren't you gonna buy me a drink?" I giggle, leaning forward and letting my tits jiggle in my low-cut top. His eyes are nearly burning a hole through me; no surprise there. He's still busy stammering, and I'm not patient enough to wait for him to form a sentence. "Come with me." I whisper, taking his hand in mine and leading him towards the back of the bar. He keeps looking around nervously, but he doesn't refuse. Of course, he doesn't know that he's the only one who can see me - but where's the fun in telling him that?
I tug him into the unisex bathroom, locking the door behind us. He puts his hands up and backs away, still stammering incoherently. "Look, I don't...um...well, I uh..." He hits the edge of the toilet seat and sits, staring up at me like a deer in headlights. It's kinda cute. For a human.
"What is it?" I pout, tugging down my top and exposing my lacy bra underneath, "You don't think I'm attractive?"
"N-no! God no! I mean yes, I mean..." I can't remember the last time I saw a human this nervous. "You're very b-b-b-b..." He stalls, and I step a little closer.
"B-b-b?" I ask, up close to him now, our knees touching again.
"Beautif-f-ful..." He exhales shakily. "But Iā"
I press my lips against his before he can finish. He tastes like beer, but I taste something sweeter. I can't quite put my finger on it. His hands lower, and I slip into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as we kiss. He's murmuring against my lips, twitching and squirming. I can tell he's got his eyes open, but I just kiss him deeper, tongue grazing across his lower lip. With each passing moment, his guard lowers more and more. The squirming stops, I feel his heart rate lower, and soon he's even returning my kiss.
I reach down and grab his hands, guiding them to my full chest, encouraging him to squeeze. He breaks our kiss just to stop and stare. "G-God," he hisses under his breath, mesmerized. He glances up to my face, cheeks growing red, and he's quick to break eye contact. Why is he so nervous? I grab his face and gently turn his eyes back towards me, smiling. "
"What is it?" I ask, lowering my hand once he looks into my eyes.
"I mean you're just so beautiful and I'm going through a lot and-" He starts, but I cut him off with a giggle.
"No, silly. I mean your name." We kiss again, this time his hand raises to caress my cheek, brushing my hair from my eyes. For a moment, we both forget where we are, or what lead us here. In that moment, all we cared about was tasting each other.
"Vincent," he breathes between kisses.
