Chapter 6

Then I moved down, taking my time, slowly caressing her stomach with the soapy rag. Sophie closed her big green eyes and leaned her back onto my shoulder. I worked the rag over her hips and each of her thighs. It moved in a circular motion, slowly moving closer and closer to that thick patch of red hair. Finally, I started to graze her clit. Sophie gasped as I rubbed it repeatedly. I hit the spot again and again, gently rubbing the outer lips of her pussy between each touch. My fingers started working their way inside her hot womanhood. Involuntarily, she started to buck her hips, forcing my fingers and the wash rag deeper inside. Sophie began gasping for breath as I finger fucked her. I entered her harder and faster, and suddenly her knees started to buckle. The room was filled with the sound of her ecstasy as she climaxed.

She turned and kissed me when it was over, and immediately dropped to her knees. I was already extremely excited from rubbing against her ass. Sophie kissed my swollen head gently as she soaped her palm. She wrapped her tiny hand around my erection and started pumping it roughly while she flicked at my penis opening with her tongue. I ejaculated almost immediately, spraying my juice into her mouth. Sophie stood up and we continued to kiss softly while we cleaned up for real.

Moments later I laid naked on the bed as Sophie got dressed. Already, I could feel my cock stiffening again as I watched her glide about the room. She stood in front of the large dresser, rummaging in the drawers. She seemed satisfied when she pulled out a lacy black thong and matching bra. She slipped them on along with a black garter belt and hose. The dark material was in sharp contrast to her pale flesh and fiery red hair. I was very aroused. As she stood in front of the closet choosing a dress I stepped up behind her. I ran one hand down her thigh and cupped a breast with the other. I pressed my erection into the small of her back.

"Let's make love, my dear," I whispered.

She reached back and took my cock in her hand. "I would love to," she answered. "But let's do it after. It's so much better after the kill." She gave my dick a little squeeze and then released it.

I stepped back, a little disappointed, but eager to oblige. "Okay, my love," I said. "I'll be downstairs. Watching you dress is agony, and I'll be forced to ravage your body if I stay here."

I left the room and descended the stairs. Moonlight shone through the large windows and illuminated my hard, nude body as I entered the main room. I paced about as I waited for Sophie. My erection was still standing out before me like a divining rod as I entered the kitchen. Everything seemed to be undisturbed. The refrigerator and cabinets were barren, and the oven was sterile. Then I noticed something wrong. The cellar door was slightly ajar. Sophie entered the kitchen just as I cast the door open. She looked stunning in a short green velvet dress, but I hardly noticed. I stared down the cellar stairs. At the bottom of the staircase was a small room with gray stone walls. On the back wall, there was a door that was normally well concealed.

That door stood open now.

My erection quickly fell limp and my heart pounded in my chest as I took off down the stairs and through the open passageway. I could hear Sophie's heels clicking behind me on the stairs as I descended to my resting place. I found the small room dark, as always, but my night vision was excellent. What I saw made me cry out in horror.

"Darien!" Sophie called from behind me. "What is...?" She stopped in the middle of her questions when she entered the room. She tried to speak, but her words only came out as a whimper. I stood there naked at the room's entrance as I gazed at what had once been my most prized possession. I felt a single tear running down my cheek. I was filled with a mixture of rage and despair. Behind me, Sophie was grasping the wall to keep from falling. Her whimper had been replaced with shocked silence.

What had once been my mighty sarcophagus was now only a pile of rubble. The wood was shattered, as if by an axe. The mattress had been torn about, and all the red satin material was now in shreds. It looked as if it had been pulverized by an entire army of men. I started trembling as I stood staring, and finally, I released a loud, guttural growl. The growl of an angry animal that had been prodded a few too many times. I stepped up to what had once been a great piece of art. Laying among the remnants of my birthplace was a small shred of paper. On it was a simple note.

"Next time you'll be in it, devil. - J.T."

Suddenly I was overtaken with rage. I snarled in disbelief and tossed the note aside. Sophie went to pick it up as I stormed up the stairs. I only stopped long enough to grab some clothes before heading out into the night to vent my frustrations. I stormed down the streets towards the bad part of town. Within minutes I found a young prostitute, coaxed her into a dark alley and fucked her. It was rough and quick and in a matter of seconds, I exploded inside her. Then I fed on the divine red nectar that pumped through her veins. Both the sex and the kill were lackluster, but it helped to calm my mind so I could think rationally. I took all the cash she had on her and walked away. I spent the next few hours wandering around aimlessly and thinking. By the time I went home, a plan was starting to take shape.