Apollion
Sun God of Passion
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- Jan 9, 2010
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Terry Brenfield stumbled from the dark bar, the moans of animalistic pleasure echoing behind him as the virus he had planted began to spread once again.
His cock was stinging. His muscles ached. He was dehydrated and suffering one bad motherfucker of a headache. These symptoms Terry was used to, ever since the day he returned from the accident. It was the "why" that was racking his brain. He had somehow become some kind of "sexual vampire", or something to that extent. No matter what he did, he would become consumed by a raging fucklust whenever he was near a woman. It was no longer fantastic as he once thought when it started. It was now more the equivalent of pure agony.
After what seemed like 10 blocks, he rounded a corner, only for Fate to slap him square in the crotch as a young woman, 18, blonde and possessing the body of a model was walking in his general direction. The smell of her perfume, the bounce of her breasts, the glint of interest in her eyes, was all the virus within Terry needed. He suddenly grabbed her and pinned her against the cold, concrete wall. "What the fuck?! Let me go!" She screamed, but Terry wasn't caring. Or, rather, his body didn't care.
Her clothes came apart rapidly, lying tattered on the footpath. Her screams were muffled by his hand, even as his abnormaly throbbing cock slammed into her pussy, taking away her virginity as easily as the wind blowing the leaves off a tree. Her eyes widened immensely, her pupils dilating, as Terry fucked her aggressively, hilting and filling her pussy with every wanting thrust. Eventually, she struggled less, screamed less and finally became consumed as his pre-cum infected her with the virus.
"Oh yes, fuck! Fuck me! FUCK ME! AAAAAH!" She pleaded, wrapping her legs around him, her hands clawing as her lust grew tenfold, hundredfold, thousandfold. Every morality was shattered and replaced with the need to get fucked. It wasn't long before Terry finally hit his limit, exploding inside her. The amount of cum he ejected was inhuman, overpowering the woman's womb and causing a massive puddle to be formed. The woman slid off Terry's limp cock, her tongue now lapping at the cum, her fingers digging into her pussy as she tried to feel more pleasure.
Terry just looked at her, his senses returned. "I'm so sorry..." he whispered, before continuing down the road, leaving the poor converted slut to her needs. He needed to get home, to contain himself, to discover the source of this phenomena. But, most importantly, he needed to contact the others, to warn them as soon as possible.
But he was already too late.
His cock was stinging. His muscles ached. He was dehydrated and suffering one bad motherfucker of a headache. These symptoms Terry was used to, ever since the day he returned from the accident. It was the "why" that was racking his brain. He had somehow become some kind of "sexual vampire", or something to that extent. No matter what he did, he would become consumed by a raging fucklust whenever he was near a woman. It was no longer fantastic as he once thought when it started. It was now more the equivalent of pure agony.
After what seemed like 10 blocks, he rounded a corner, only for Fate to slap him square in the crotch as a young woman, 18, blonde and possessing the body of a model was walking in his general direction. The smell of her perfume, the bounce of her breasts, the glint of interest in her eyes, was all the virus within Terry needed. He suddenly grabbed her and pinned her against the cold, concrete wall. "What the fuck?! Let me go!" She screamed, but Terry wasn't caring. Or, rather, his body didn't care.
Her clothes came apart rapidly, lying tattered on the footpath. Her screams were muffled by his hand, even as his abnormaly throbbing cock slammed into her pussy, taking away her virginity as easily as the wind blowing the leaves off a tree. Her eyes widened immensely, her pupils dilating, as Terry fucked her aggressively, hilting and filling her pussy with every wanting thrust. Eventually, she struggled less, screamed less and finally became consumed as his pre-cum infected her with the virus.
"Oh yes, fuck! Fuck me! FUCK ME! AAAAAH!" She pleaded, wrapping her legs around him, her hands clawing as her lust grew tenfold, hundredfold, thousandfold. Every morality was shattered and replaced with the need to get fucked. It wasn't long before Terry finally hit his limit, exploding inside her. The amount of cum he ejected was inhuman, overpowering the woman's womb and causing a massive puddle to be formed. The woman slid off Terry's limp cock, her tongue now lapping at the cum, her fingers digging into her pussy as she tried to feel more pleasure.
Terry just looked at her, his senses returned. "I'm so sorry..." he whispered, before continuing down the road, leaving the poor converted slut to her needs. He needed to get home, to contain himself, to discover the source of this phenomena. But, most importantly, he needed to contact the others, to warn them as soon as possible.
But he was already too late.
