Author's Note: This is my first venture in the Non-Human category and more specifically, inter-species symbiotic romance. Constructive comments and suggestions are always welcomed. All characters are purely fictitious. Please enjoy the telling.et
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I hunger. That all-pervasive craving shapes my very being. And when I am consumed like this, I must seek...hunt...and take...because I must satisfy that undeniable need for the sustenance of my prey. Lurking on the fringe of the urban core, I seek the dregs of humanity -- those who are alone, sick, miserable, and most importantly will not be missed. Many lifeless bodies have I left in my wake to be classified as unattended or mysterious deaths. If the authorities only knew of how I drained the vibrant life force of my victims...greedily consuming...quickly...and without hesitation or reservation, they would be truly aghast. However, they do not know and so I continue.
I know not how I came to be. I just know is that I am old beyond all imagination, an amorphous being, dark and sinister to those pitiful souls whose despair and yearning have drawn me to them. To some, I am but a shadow, night spirit, nightmare, or incubus; while to others I am a shapeshifter or changing dark mass. But it matters not for those who have encountered me, did not have long to live.
That is until I encountered Mindy. I do not know how or why, but for the first time in my long existence, I am ensnared -- trapped in a unique symbiotic relationship by her subtle alluring essence and for the first time by an intriguing intimacy that is beyond my comprehension. She, in turn, found a mystifying security in me and has siphoned from me a caring and love that I did not know I was capable of. It is Mindy who called me to her, and it was she who called me by the name to which I now respond to -- "Slither."
In reflection, it was a faint yet persistent ache of emptiness and desire that attracted me to a simple counter clerk of a busy bakery in the light industrial area of the city. Her painfully solitary existence and silent longing emanated from her like a steady drop of blood dispersing in the vastlleness of an ocean. Like a shark, I sensed her from afar and entranced by such unspoken yearning and loneliness, was steadily pulled to its source.
Normally I would have waited the right moment to quickly pounced upon a paralyzed Mindy to feed ravenously and without remorse. But, for some inexplicable reason, I did not do that. Instead, I hesitated for the first time in my existence, truly intrigued by this strangely tantalizing human.
Resolving to better understand my mysterious prey, I blended in the dimly lit recesses of her small apartment and shadows of her workplace, studying Mindy while lurking on the periphery of her existence and awareness. Silky spiderweb-like filaments of my being flickered out and subtly latched upon Mindy without her awareness. Drawing from her aura, I came to savor her disappointment, her fleeting moments of joy, and the persistently sweet tang of her silent desire. But what I did not know at the time was that in tasting of Mindy and sating my needs, I was gradually succumbing to her simply compelling essence.
From my interactions with my human preys throughout the ages, I knew that Mindy was a young Asian adult and from her thoughts, of Japanese ancestry. Although she did not seek to draw attention to herself, she was comely in an understated way judging from the elevated pulse rates of her male customers. It became apparent that many were attracted to her pleasant and acquiescing nature like the way they were drawn to the aroma of baked butter rolls fresh from the oven.
Strange human concepts swirled in the thoughts of those males interested in Mindy. Most any saw her as petite, slender, and "attractive'' but not in a "beauty-queen" way; rather in wholesome "girl-next-door" whatever these observations meant. Mindy was commonly thought of as being extremely sweet but inexperienced or naïve in the intimate ways of human beings.
Yet, when her admirers sought to pursue a deeper and more intimate relationship, Mindy would always politely and tactfully decline each offer. It was as if she was waiting for someone special to enter her life. Nearly all accepted her gentle refusal with humor, humility, or a "c'est la vie" attitude as evidence by them buying their pastry and then going about their way. All but one who did not.
Cyril was thought of by those who met him as "poor white trash" since he came from the unwanted, menial, and uneducated ranks of lowest society. He was a skinny, unkempt young man who emitted a distastefully putrid aura that was tainted with an incredible bitterness his personally deep-rooted biases and belligerent nature. It didn't help that the many illegal drugs that permeated his system distorted his mind, wreaked havoc on his wiry body, and served to alienate him from the general community.
Fervently believing that he was God's gift to women, Cyril did not take kindly to a slant-eyed Jap bitch turning him down when he condescended to ask Mindy out. Belittling and downright crude, he demanded to know why, and when given a gentle excuse by Mindy, aggressively proceeded to tell Mindy what was wrong with her.
Because his continued verbal harassment became intimidating and hurtful, Mindy's aura flared with a searing jolt of adrenalin infused with a disturbing fright and the tremendous desire to flee whenever Cyril entered the bakery. Cyril polluted Mindy's gentle sweetness with a repulsive bitterness was simply disgusting, disturbing to my subtle feeding and increasing in my gnawing hunger and growing annoyance and agitation.
One evening, Cyril foolishly decided that enough was enough. Forcing his way into Mindy's studio, he delusionally thought he would slap around and then rape this cock-teasing Jap cunt until she willingly became his gook bitch. In his many masturbation fantasies, Cyril had visualized the sudden exposure of Mindy's ivory skin as he tore off her dress, bra, and panties. Her small perky tits would jut provocatively and beg to be sucked. The juicy tightness of her Asian twat would be indescribably tight when he fucked her good and hard. Cyril would then force Mindy suck and lick him once he came until he was rock-hard again. Then he would savor her screams as he leisurely butt-fucked her clenched virgin asshole.
