Once Bitten (CLOSED)

Jill was attracted to Mackenzie like a moth to the flame. She was fascinated and in awe of this beautiful, sensual woman and was eager to do anything to please her. When Mac responded to her touch, she smiled devilishly and slipped under the table. Soon her tongue was planted firmly in Mackenzie's pussy, lapping away rhythmically. Marco had slipped one of Mackenzie's shoulder straps down and was aggressively sucking at her right breast while massaging the left breast with his free hand.

The addictive chemicals radiating from Mackenzie's body were already entered into Jill and Marco's own bodies, binding them to her. Mackenzie's pheromones had always been addictive, but since Mark's attempts to suppress Mac's changes with his drugs, Mackenzie's body had kicked into a hyper-addictive state.

The entire cafe was quickly becoming the scene of an enormous orgy. Couples were now openly undressing and touching one another. When one of the bartenders began fucking one of the waitresses on the counter, the rest of the patrons seemed to treat this like a green light that "anything goes"!

"There's a supply room over there," Marco whispered, pointing at an ajar door just off a nearby corridor. "Let's go there," he smirked.
 
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The changes were subtle, and the room slipped from playfully seductive to intensely sexual in a normal amount of time, it just seemed quick since everyone was getting it on. Tattoo's and nubile college flesh was being exposed, and Mackenzie was rather enjoying the view as Jill devoured her juicy cunt. Marco was pawing and devouring her breasts, perhaps a bit more aggressive than she would have liked, but it suited him.

She was surprised that he suggested a change of venue, she glanced at him one eyebrow raised, wondering both just how well he knew the supply room, and why he didn't want to be seen. She knew from a touch to his crotch that he was well endowed, and from his bold advances certainly didn't seem the shy type. Perhaps he had some reputation to uphold, though she doubted anyone in the room was paying attention to anything other than their own pleasure.

Well perhaps the cooks, as a far as she could tell, things were not burning, but the hot bartender, well they were naked and having all sorts of alcohol licked off their body. It was a fine body too, and she made a mental note to daily with them some other time.

"Is it big enough for three?" she asked, feeling Jill's tongue flicking her to the first of what would be many wet little orgasms.
 
"Of course," Marco laughed as he rose out of the booth. Jill sighed a soft complaint, but soon got out from under the table. Wiping her mouth, she looked at Mackenzie longingly.

The back room offered the threesome more room to fuck than the crowded booh. It was dimly lit and private, although the sounds and smells of the orgy out front were still present. The three kissed and soon Jill was again on her knees sucking and worshipping Mackenzie's dripping cunt. She moaned in pleasure as her tongue once again tasted Mackenzie's honey-filled pussy.

Marco got behind Mackenzie and rubbed her breasts while nuzzling at her neck. His throbbing cock rubbed against her ass and he slowly pressed Mac to lean forward. His swollen head brushed against the back of Mac's cunt and Jill's tongue playfully teased it.
 
She allowed them to think they were in control of this little encounter. Mackenzie slipped her dress up over her head and tossed it gracefully aside, there was little point in wearing it, and she didn't want it soiled by Marco's cock. He seemed the sloppy type who would pull out while cumming to spread his seed all over a woman's body. She inwardly chuckled at how this would be considered marking territory, yet she knew of no animal who could withdraw at that point.

"Jill's a talented little sucker isn't she?" Mack's voice was a low rumbling growl as she leaned forward, pressing back against him, her hot pussy lining up instinctively with Marco's thick caramel colored cock. "Have you been plowing her for long?" her tone was playfully casual. Of all the people fucking Mac was the only one truly in control of herself.

The rest just sought to scratch an insatiable itch as it were, the effects of her scent would keep the common room pleasurable entangled well throughout the dinner hour. Had she thought about it, it was amusing that someone had the foresight to turn the sign to closed and locked the door. Eventually even the kitchen staff would feel the itch, but manage to turn off burners and such before the all male cook staff started getting it on.
 
"We've only been going out a little while," Marco grunted into Mac's ear. "And maybe you and I should see each other privately another time."

Marco's cock slipped into Mackenzie's pussy and he began aggressively sawing in and out of her. Jill's tongue snaked around his thrusting cock, eagerly servicing him and Mackenzie at the same time. She moaned loudly, sending vibrations through Mac's body.

Jill looked at Mackenzie longingly and in awe. Mackenzie was physical perfection and her juices were as sweet as sugar and honey in Jill's mouth. Her upper lip kept brushing against Mac's enormous clit and Jill could have sworn it was swelling and almost growing before her very eyes.

Marco let out a sudden cry, pulled his cock out and yelled "OH FUCK YEAH!" as he sprayed copious globs of cum all over Mackenzie's ass and cunt and Jill's face and breasts.

"Oh fuck yeah, bitches!" he bellowed. "Take my cum, sluts!"

To her credit, Jill barely noticed. She was too busy gorging herself on Mackenzie's cunt.
 
Marco was big, and dumb, but luckily Mackenzie's body could take big and dumb. She wasn't surprised when he pulled out and sprayed all over her backside. Evidentally Jill was a big cock slut, that didn't surprise her either. What did surprise her was how strong she felt, like she could have twisted Marco's neck off with ease, and such violence for him was in her thoughts.

'How dare he treat her like some fucking cunt...' and more raced through her mind.

Jill's tongue silenced some of those thoughts as she began cleaning Mackenzie's glorious body. At least Marco was probably down for a bit, as she glared down at Jill as if to place all the blame for this treatment on the petite blonde.

'You will pay for this' Mac's eyes spoke volumes, and she watched Jill tremble. She felt so fucking dominant right now, she wished she could ram her cock down Marco's throat, or better still fuck his ass for a change.

She could feel her clit swell, looking down seeing it was an angry dark color as if bruised, but Mac knew differently, and she twitched in pleasure, feeling the minor sparks of desire dance over her and end all too quickly.

When Marco turned her face to kiss him, she smacked him hard, her nails cutting into his face.
 
Marco snarled in pain and anger. "Fucking bitch!" He grabbed Mackenzie by the neck and pushed her forward to bend her over.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass now, you fucking slut!" Marco began rubbing his limp cock against Mackenzie's ass in a woeful attempt to get hard again. Despite his attempted show of force, something told Marco he wasn't really in control of the situation. This only made the control freak in him madder and made him more forceful and aggressive.

Jill, meantime, was scared first of the glare Mackenzie had given her and now of Marco's reaction. She dutifully continued sucking on Mackenzie's pussy and growing clit. She couldn't believe how it was seeming to swell and inflate in her mouth, just like... like...

Jill dismissed the thought from her head. She needed to serve and please Mackenzie. She wanted this more than anything in the whole world now. Maybe Marco would calm down and somebody would eventually get her off for all her hard work and sore knees.

"Mmmmm," she cooed lightly, hoping to sooth the tensions in the room.
 
Jill was out of her awareness at the moment as she twisted out of Marco's grasp. "You should not have done that." Her voice was a low growl, as she bent back his hand at the wrist, feeling the bones snap under her grasp. She pulled away from Jill's tongue, her clit bigger than her thumb, protruding angily from between her swollen labia.

She jerked his arm, her muscles stretching the skin tight giving her the appearance of a sexy wrestler. Mackenzie twisted him to face the wall, shoving him hard against the surface and bending him over. She was about to dislocate his shoulder when Jill cried out, her eyes glowed drastically in the dim light, her nails extended to talons.

She raked them along his shoulder, hearing him cry out as she sliced the flesh. She turned him around, forced him down on all fours, his arm still twisted roughly behind his back.

"Service her," her voice was a low dark growl. Seeing Jill tremble as she moved into into place, gracefully placing her foot up on a crate to grant him full access.

"Taste your nasty cum," she muttered, her free hand smacking his ass, not surprised when his protests turned into moans of pleasure. Of course a big tough guy like Marco really wanted to be dominated. Her clitcock swelled with her aggression and she rubbed it along the crack of Marco's ass.

She wavered between wanted to rape him, and wishing she was with Mark in a tender moment, gently exploring his ass. Eventually her aggresion and lack of lubrication, and Marco's pathetic whimpers of pleasure as he ate Jill overwhelmed her and she thrust her clitcock into him, hard and rough. She went slow and hard, making him feel every thrust, stopping only when he seemed close to cumming himself.

Mackenzie could see his cock had surged to life again, the tip oozing, and trembling with each thrust of her wolvine cock inside his virgin ass. She was pretty sure he hadn't had anything shoved up his ass before, and depending on Jill he may never experience this again.

"See Jill, how this big tough guy just wants to please you and get his ass filled?"
 
Mackenzie's actions caught Marco completely by surprise. Before he knew it, he was on all fours, eating out Jill's pussy. Mackenzie's words had a hypnotic quality to them and Marco felt compelled to obey her every command. Her incredible strength didn't hinder this either.

Jill was also caught off guard. While initially frightened by Mackenzie's actions, Marco's tongue soon had her rocking back and forth and moaning in pleasure. "Ohhh...ohhhh... ohhhh God, yesssss..."

The sensation of Mackenzie rubbing something long and hard against his ass caused Marco to completely tense up. What the fuck was she doing? What was she trying to prove? And what was that thing?

With a savage growl, Mackenzie penetrated Marco's ass, causing him to yelp in shock and pain. As she fucked him, Marco's groans of pain slowly changed to moans of pleasure. His mind was clouded and no longer his own. Her pleasure was now rubbing off on him and to his horror he began to enjoy her brutal treatment.

"See Jill, how this big tough guy just wants to please you and get his ass filled?"

Jill looked up at Mackenzie and gasped in shock. Mackenzie looked very different now. Her eyes glowed an eerie yellow, sharp canine teeth were visible in her mouth, whispy traces of light peachfuzz hair appeared visible on her cheeks, neck and arms and her fingers ended in sharp talon-like nails.

"What are you... ?" Jill breathed in shock.

In that instant, Jill came. The orgasm shook her entire body and she nearly collapsed on top of Marco.

"Ooooooohhhhh fuuuuuuuccccckkkk!" she groaned.
 
She had overdone it, and with a few more savage thrusts Mackenzie howled in pent up frustration as she exploded inside Marco's virgin ass. Grinning as he exploded all over the floor, her rage was unleashed, and while she was done with these two, she wanted more. She wanted to try and erase Mark from her body, mind, and soul.

Mackenzie slipped her dress back on leaving the lovebirds naked covered in cum on the floor. Marco had not been worth her time, but Jill she decided, Jill might be fun to tie up and fuck senseless again. She slipped to the restroom, giggling in delight as very straight laced prudish saving myself for marriage type was getting eaten out by a slender goth babe. She went unnoticed as she used the facilities and cleaned up.

Her reflection in the mirror was that of a stranger, her cheekbones prominent, her canines downright vampiric, her fingers slender bordering on boney ending in claws. She smiled as the prude was coming and the goth was fingerbanging her as she devoured her.

With a flash of insight she wondered what was going on in the men's bathroom and quietly stepped in. One very vanilla looking GQ type male, was on his knees sucking cocks. There were a few different guys stroking, in stages of hardness, and there was quite a bit of cum pooling under the sucker's chin.

Mackenzie watched for a few minutes before heading to the bar, people were looking at her now, partly because she was not engaged in a sexual act and their eyes invited her to join them and partly they seemed to sense she was the crux of the orgy. She went to the bar, seeing the hot bartender, still laying on the bar, aroused and well used.

Mackenzie growled, just loud enough for those nearest to back away as she laid claim to the flesh that was laid out on the bar. There were many distinct bite marks, and hickeys all over. Mackenzie wasn't sure whether to eat the bartender or fuck them. Letting the rest of the restaurant fade into the background as others became focused on their own pleasures once again.
 
Tom the bartender and manager was exhausted. He laid upon the bar, feeling completely drained, after having fucked a waitress and one of the female bartenders at the same time. He'd come in one and then been sucked off until he came again by the other. His mind was going in 30 directions at once and he wanted nothing more than to just lie there and rest for a bit.

A sudden growl caught his attention. He lifted his head slightly to catch sight of Mackenzie standing at his side, lustfully eyeing his used body. Something about her stirred something inside him that he'd thought drained. His cock slowly began to rise and grow hard again. As he stared into her smoldering eyes, he felt his stamina beginning to return.

Without much further hesitation, Mackenzie climbed onto the bar and mounted him. His now stiff cock easily slipped into her and her cunt seemed to tighten around him. As she began to ride him, Tom groaned in pleasure and kneeded her abundant breasts.

Where this amazing woman had come from was something Tom would wonder later. Right now however, he was focused entirely upon their mutual pleasure. His cock twitched and he exploded, unleashing a virtual torent of cum into her. Tom moaned loudly as the orgasm seemed to go on and on for well over a minute and a half. He couldn't believe how much cum erupted from his formerly deflated manhood.

As Mackenzie leaned over him, her glowing eyes seemed to lure him in. He lifted his head again and kissed her passionately upon the lips. As their embrace separated, his eyes communicated how strongly he was taken with her.
 
He seemed spent, but upon touching him, his body was revived and her desire to fuck him overtook any desire to take her time. Riding him was, a sweet head rush of relief, as if he was somehow the only man in the place that was actually worthy of her attentions. She felt him erupt inside her, her own orgasm ebbing and flowing over and over again.

Mackenzie leaned over to kiss him, unaware that she was marking him, like she had marked every other sexual partner. She wanted him, but knew she was faced with the limitations of his body, in a rather interesting twist, like an animal carrying off a big kill to eat later, she pulled away and then swept him up in her arms. It didn't matter that he was naked and covered in cum, cunt juices, and had red marks all over his body as she gathered him up in her arms.

With a growl, she took him out the back door, not caring about the orgy she had left in her wake. She raced to the nearest hotel, and the attendant, seemed alarmed, but one sniff and they were quickly handing over a room key.

Mackenzie took her 'prey' to the room, laying him out on the bed. She ordered room service, a variety of meat dishes, fruit, and plenty of non alcoholic drinks. She charged it to the room, feeling a strange thrill since she hadn't paid for the room.

She had twenty minutes before the food would be ready. So she took a shower, rinsing off Marco, wanting to be clean the next time she enjoyed her prey. It took barely ten minutes, so she started filling the large jacuzzi tub. Her prey was resting, and she didn't bother dressing, answering the door naked.

The delivery person, had that same reaction, shock, then lust, and envy as she took the food and closed the door. She glanced back at her prey, as she opened a dish and cut off a piece of medium rare steak.
 
The last thing Tom remembered was Mackenzie's glowing eyes shortly after his explosive orgasm. When he came to again, he was surprised to find himself lying in a hotel bed. He lifted his head grogily, smelling the room service, and catching sight of Mackenzie eagerly devouring the meat.

"Wha? How... how did we get here?" he stammered.

Mackenzie smiled a predatory grin at him and wordlessly made her way to the bed. Tom eyed her stunning nude body up and down, his erection beginning to rise yet again.
 
She didn't say anything, for the moment the smell of his unwashed body was oddly appealing. She growled softly as she crawled over him, licking a few reddening hickeys and an odd bruise or two. Mackenzie lowered her smooth hot tight pussy onto him again, wanting to take all he could give as soon as he could give it. She would take her time later, she promised herself, even as she was unsure if she could.

She rode him like a bucking bull, hard, fast, erratic, her body pulsing in hot orgasmic flushes. Mackenzie's nipples were swollen looking as if she was breast feeding, the skin strangely dark in comparision to her much paler skin. Her eyes glowed, her nails razor sharp, her teeth giving her the look of a vampire.

She was completely unaware of how she looked or how the fear response was mingling with desire to drive her hormones crazy right now.
 
Mackenzie rode Tom and he stared with odd fascination at her glowing eyes, fangs and claws. He didn't protest or say a word. In his exhausted, yet sexually hyper-charged state, he felt strangely at home with this amazing woman.

When Tom came yet again, he moaned loudly and pulled Mackenzie's sweaty, writhing body against his. He kissed and sucked at her neck, lightly biting before finally collapsing into blissful unconsciousness.

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Back in Dan's condo, Katherine was riding him to their third shared orgasm of the evening. Katherine threw back her head and let loose a wolf-like howl as her body swam with pleasure.

Dan would later ask what brought that on and Katherine could only explain that it had been something she'd felt suddenly from deep inside. It had been as if something had... inspired her.
 
Mackenzie let him rest for a while, before rinsing off again, feeling an odd need to be clean. She brought a bucket of water and a rag back to the bed. In a very tender sort of way she began cleansing his body. Her response to him wavered between possessive, protective, erotic, and tender. Her emotions were jumbled up and she laid down with him and rested his head upon her breasts before managing to fall asleep herself.

Her dreams were a mix of running with a pack of wolves, feeling a pure animalist joy of belonging, fucking Katherine and Dan in an intense menage a troi, and being in the pool with Mark, her legs wrapped around his hips, enjoying a sweet moment of human love.

She woke up horny and confused.
 
When morning came, Tom stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. He stared in the mirror, wondering what the hell had gotten into him the night before. The aggressive flirting had given way to carnal sex and finally ended in a hotel room with pure raw animalistic fucking. He still didn't know who this woman Mackenzie really was or why he felt so strongly attracted to her. He felt an incredible need to be with her, to be with her. He recalled her strange appearance, yet was more disturbed by the fact that this did not disturb him rather than her actual appearance.

When he finally emerged from the bathroom, he explained to Mackenzie that he needed to be at work, but wanted to see her again. In truth, he needed to see her again. He gave her his number and took down hers. Fortunately for him, when Mac had picked him up, she'd covered him with some of his clothes, which were lying nearby.

Tom dressed and made his way out of the hotel. He could tell she was ready to go again, but he felt so incredibly drained that despite her alluring charms he felt there was no way he could go yet again.
 
She listened to him, her mind muddled as to exactly where she had picked him up, and where her clothing was. She could remember seeing Jill, but the rest was kind of fuzzy. So she was kind of out it as he spoke, or she might have taken him again.

She took a shower out of habit, and was glad she didn't need to go to work right away. However when the maid came in, she was back to her usual horny self. She seduced the maid, then wrapped herself up in a sheet and left the hotel. Finding her car, was much easier after a few orgasms had cleared her mind.

The rest of the day felt off, and she glanced at a calender. She debated calling the man, Tom he said his name was. After work she took a shower, not that she needed to do any last minute grooming, but there was something reassuring about cleaning up and applying lotion to her skin. She stared at the contents of her fridge, and was debating what to eat when the phone rang.
 
Katherine's excitement was evident the moment she spoke. "Mackenzie, I'm alone. He left a day early. I was hoping to see you again. I know the full moon isn't until tomorrow and I don't know what you have planned, but maybe we could meet for a drink tonight and go from there..."

Katherine giggled with excitement, sensing herself growing moist at the prospect of another night with Mackenzie.

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Later that evening, Katherine sat alone at the end of a nearly empty bar. Mackenzie had suggested it and it was a small, quiet place on the edge of town, not far from the forest. Katherine still wondered why Mackenzie had been very keen on meeting tomorrow night, regardless of whether they met tonight or not. Either way, she didn't care however as she was feeling aroused and on edge. Every sound and smell seemed augmented to her. She could hear the bartender talking with the bus boy in the kitchen area and a fly that was buzzing about sounded like the roar of a jet engine. She ran her hands through her hair. As she glanced at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar, for a second she could have sworn that her eyes were glowing.
 
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Mackenzie smiled as they made plans for drinks. She suggested a quiet little bar, where they hopefully wouldn't get into too much trouble. She slipped on a ocean blue knit dress that fit her perfectly. She had opted for a bra, more to conceal her nipples than anything else. She picked up her keys and headed out the door. She considered driving, but it was nearby, and it had been a while since she had ran. Mackenzie knew that is would be unseemly to full out run in her dress and heels, so she got into her car and drove. It seemed to take forever as every red light seemed determined to stop her.

She parked the car and did her best to keep from shoving people out of her way as she headed for the door. She knew Katherine was already there, she could smell her. She felt desire and relief mingling in her blood as she caught Katherine's eye and moved to sit with her.
 
Katherine smiled as Mackenzie joined her. Without a thought, she leaned over and kissed Mackenzie passionately upon the lips, savoring the taste of her lip gloss.

"Mmmm, I missed you," she whispered huskily.

Her loins were on fire. For several seconds, a vision of laying Mackenzie down upon the pool table and proceeding to kiss, lick, suck and devour every inch of her perfect body swirled in Katherine's mind. Instead, she opted for a round of drinks and playfully ran her hands up and down Mackenzie's thighs.

"Whatever should we do tonight, lover?" she giggled in Mackenzie's ear.
 
The instant they kissed the atmosphere of the room changed. It wasn't obvious as many of the patrons were on dates and already in a romantic mood, but for those that had been wishing they were somewhere else or with someone else, suddenly their desire for the person with them increased exponentially.

There was something special about the combination of Mackenzie and Katherine, as their bond strengthened every other bond in the room. Those few singles and the staff felt an odd sense of longing and cell phones were opened, calls made, apologies made, and a few patrons left.

"Whatever we want," Mackenzie turned her head to whisper back into Katherine's ear, unaware of how her voice carried and that subliminally everyone was feeling the need for sex she felt. She leaned in and casually kissed the pale pinpoint scars upon Katherine's neck, unsure of just how things would unfold tomorrow night.
 
The kiss upon Katherine's neck flipped a switch in her body and her sex drive went from engaged to turbo charged. She leaned into Mackenzie, returning the kisses to her neck, her hands exploring Mac's body. One hand slowly stroked the other side of Mackenzie's neck while the other slipped up Mac's skirt, rubbing against her moistening slit.

"I want you so bad, Mackenzie," she whispered loudly. "I don't care who knows and sees us here."

Katherine glanced around and noticed fewer patrons were in the bar now and the ones that were present were quickly becoming distracted with their own increasingly sexual activities.

Smiling slyly, Katherine slid off the stool and slowly dropped to her knees before Mackenzie. Both hands were sliding up Mac's skirt now.

"I want to taste you... right here, right now."

Katherine kissed the insides of Mackenzie's thighs, slowly working her way up, her tongue snaking about while her thumbs began to softly probe and prod at Mackenzie's pussy lips and clit.
 
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Katherine, was every inch a sex kitten, and Mac was the big bad wolf, and if she wanted to eat her, well who was Mac to tell her no. Mac moved her leg, granting Katherine more space, seeing that the few others were obviously entangled with each other, such that only a few envious wait staff even took notice of the two wanton women blatantly going at each other.

"Eat me," her voice was a cross between a command and a low growl. It was a glorious moment as Katherine touched her, there was fire in her touch, Mackenzie already ran a few degrees hot, but this was as if her entire body was a torch burning bright and hot.
 
Katherine soon dove in with reckless abandon. She buried her face in Mackenzie's cunt, eagerly lapping and sucking on her lips and clit. Katherine moaned softly, sending vibrations into Mackenzie's body.

Around them, the bar staff and patrons were now all going at it in full force. Drinks were no longer being served as the bartender was eagerly drilling one of the waitresses against the side of the bar. Two men were eagerly sharing the one's girlfriend, while a pair of couples at a corner booth were swaping partners every other minute.

Katherine was almost completely oblivious to all of this. She was completely focused on pleasuring Mackenzie as she greedily devoured her pussy. One hand continued working Mac's slit while the other was now vigorously rubbing her own pussy through her drenched panties.

Katherine looked up at Mackenzie, starring rapt into her glowing eyes. Unbeknownst to Katherine, her own eyes began to glow back in acknowledgement of Mackenzie's. He devotion and dedication to Mackenzie was absolute and complete.
 
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