Shattered Hope * Book 2, free, on going *

8. Ooo Baby v

Ricky

Year: 1984, 30th May, Wednesday, 1.34 am, Spring.

Lest I fall apart, I pushed my pain - that longing for M’venah - for our child, down as far as it would go.

“Bernice…” I tutted almost playfully. “I told you to be quiet.”

“Sorry, Sss-oory.” She blabbered, crying profusely. “D-don’t, don’t hurt me Mister, please, p-l-ease. I won’t tell no one, I swear it. I swear it.”

Of course, this simple minded human thought it simple. As if I would simply tease my prey and leave it breathing.

“How far along are you, Bernice?” My c**k was still inside her. As I asked I ran my finger over the line running from her bellybutton. The woman quivered or perhaps she shivered. Both really, fear and cold. There were little bumps all over her skin. Goosebumps?

Bernice brought her hands to her stomach, instinctually trying to protect her unborn child. Her blond hair, splayed over the pillow, was wet in places. Soaked by her tears. Tears were pouring from her eyes as she tried to articulate an answer through the sobbing breaths that shook her chest. The bulging breasts caught my attention, the fat veins visible under the skin.

“Do I need to repeat myself, Bernice?” The calm, playful voice replaced with a hard edge.

“36 weeks.” Her eyes squeezed closed in terror as if not looking at me would make me disappear.

“40 weeks, 9 months full term isn’t it?” I double checked, rubbing the skin gently.

“Y-yes.” Bernice swallowed a sob.

“Perfect…” A wicked, triumphant smile that exposed my fangs enhanced the flood of fear in Bernice’s doe eyes. Digging my fingers into the apex of the bump I ripped the flesh open. It was so much softer than the tyre. Instead of air, blood and amniotic fluid gushed past my fingers. It spilled over the skin in every direction; even between her legs onto my hard length. The heat of it was in my nose.

Wide eyed horror coated Bernice. An intoxicated sight. Being mindful of the fragile nature of human offspring my hands slid inside the gaping wound. The babe was easy to remove. I cut the umbilical cord with my teeth, savouring the cheeky taste and yanked out the placenta with the end I’d detach from the infant. I dropped it, wet and hot at the top of her thigh.

“Feed it.” I placed the wet, bloodied tiny human at the teat. Bernice didn’t move. Rolling my eyes I lifted her arm and positioned it over the baby so at least it wouldn’t fall. “Don’t fret, easily fixed.” I wouldn’t normally gift a pathetic human such grace but it wasn’t for her - it was for me. There was still time and I intended to use it.

With my own nail I slit my wrist. Glossy blood, in cloudy white, spurted out. It landed inside her abdominal cavity. The ragged hole, looking like a strange, alien pond, began to close. Blood and amniotic fluid, displaced by the torn flesh stitching itself together, continued to gush. The mattress was soaked.

“Come now, Bernice, where’s your motherly instinct?” I mocked using my bloody hands to manoeuvre her chunky n****e into the stunned baby's mouth. “There, the little thing is hungry…” I let it hold my finger in its minature hand as it suckled. Determined lips smushed against her tit as it took its fill. With my other hand I retrieved the steaming placenta. Taking big bites I devoured the spongy deliciousness before sucking on the cord.

“You’re the Devil.” Bernice gasped. “You’re the Devil, the Devil, the Dev-”

“Shhh, shhh. You’re making me mad.” I’d clamped a blood coated hand over her mouth. She’d been starting to raise her voice. I had no qualms if she wanted to scream and yell once I’d put the infant away. “I’m going to get a cloth to wrap the baby. Do. Not. Move.” Bernice stayed on the bed after I had removed my handsome self. From the corner of my eye, much to my amusement, I saw her run a hand over her healed belly.

When I returned from digging around the nursery for something suitable to swaddle the child it was asleep on Bernice’s chest. She was softly stroking its head, a look of wonder on her face as if I was long forgotten.

“No, no, don’t take my baby. Please, please.” She waved her arms in the air trying to take the babe back. “Don’t hurt him…” She whispered in defeat.

“Oh, I shan’t. Sweet little thing. I have a son.” As I wrapped the infant I explained. “But I’ve never held him. Sad, isn’t it? A father not getting to hold their baby?” The irony made me smirk. “My… I suppose you would call her my wife, M’venah is a whole world away and our Kihntah - I know you don’t know what that means, is here with me. They didn’t get to hold their son either. Uylesa is very sad.” I rocked the infant gently. “I think this podgy little bundle will bring some joy. He’s the perfect little gift.” If Uylesa liked him, I could even turn him. Keep it forever. Or at least until we got our real child back. “I’m going to put him to bed, and then we can finish what we started.”

Holding the sleeping boy to my chest I flash stepped to the nursery, placed him in the bassinet before flash stepping right back to bedroom. Bernice had rolled to her side a little, trying to get to her feet. Her fluids were plinking on the hardwood under the bed.

“Going somewhere?” Leaning against the doorway, I laughed. She didn’t have time to make a single sound before I pounced, pinning her to the sopping mattress. Her fruitless struggling served to bring a fever to my body. The frenzy that had been bubbling inside was unleashed.

An arm snapped under my hand. Her scream filled my mouth as I stretched mine over hers. Her screamed breath on my tongue was full of tasty notes. I could detect the adrenaline and cortisol - products of her fear. Her blood would be rich with it but first…

I forced myself between her legs again, entirely unbothered if I harmed her. A fervour, one of hunger, took over. A sharp thrust put my hard c**k deep inside her softness. My hips moved to their own rhythm, slamming into her body hard enough to break bone. The pelvis cracked. She screamed into my mouth with vigour.

When the scream was finished I moved up right, shifting my angle of entry and increasing my pace. Her eyes rolled back, mouth in a wide, soundless scream. Probably close to passing out. Pathetic human. I took a swollen breast in one hand. The sight of the engorged slab of flesh was wildly erotic, especially when I squeezed and milk squirted from her bulky teats.

The mattress squelched. A thick wet noise that made me moan. Every thrust was pulling me closer to release. The sweet scent of the amniotic fluid perfumed the air, full of hormones and the blood from slicing through flesh and muscle. Loins becoming tight, the need to c*m imminent, I scooped up Bernice. Without ceasing to ram my c**k into the heat of her cunt I extended my fangs to their full length and drew her head to one side.

An artery throbbed just under the surface. Bernice’s shoulder broke, her spine snapped and her heart thundered as I crushed her to my body and fed. The heat of her neck against my lips, around my fangs, was as pleasurable as the hot wetness between her legs that I was still pounding. Her blood flowed freely, sweet and delicious. The mix of hormones in it was heady. Still drinking, I grabbed a breast and began to squeeze.

Hot milk was sprayed against my chest making me spray my own milk inside her along with a seed. My whole body tensed with the expulsive nature of s****l release. The breast in my grasp was crushed, skin splitting and fatty, milk riddled flesh oozing over my fingers and down my arm. My hips slammed up completely shattering her pelvis, making the hip joints non existent.

Bernice’s heart was devoid of blood as I let her corpse fall onto the wet bed but her heart kept twitching, trying to beat. Feeling euphoric I looked down at my body, splattered with bits of Bernice and then at the white fluid dripping from her ruined s*x. I mildly regretted not having her alive and mobile at this moment. Watching them claw at their privates, trying to remove my spunk was always entertaining but I couldn’t complain. This brutal exertion of my prowess had been resplendent.

I took a moment to position the body, ready for her dear husband to discover before checking in on the babe and taking a shower. Dante would be here soon and I wanted to go home feeling clean and fresh.