They Walk Among Us Ch. 07

"Go ahead -- includes," Adam whispered and then pulled his boxers off.

"Oh the hell with it. Including using the foulest fucking language I know. I've always got to be polite and courteous around people, but right now I want..." Kristine uttered quickly as she reached up and pulled her nipple hard.

"You want what?" he asked as he stepped forward and stood at the side of the bed.

Kristine stared at the hard bobbing cock just a foot away and licked her lips as if she was starving. She was breath taking, as she moved her one hand faster against her pussy. Adam thought if she ever made it to Virginia Beach, she'd cause a lot of accidents on the road from people looking at her.

"No, I can't," she replied as she tossed her head back and moaned.

When Adam ran his hands along the inside of her legs she shivered. Another thought came to him, maybe the castle was haunted and she was fighting off some kind of possession.

"Why don't you just come out and say it so you can get it off your chest, which by the way is an incredible sight," he said as he pushed her legs back a little bit more.

"Oh God damn it! I want to be a fucking cock sucking, cum swallowing, ass fucked slut! I want it in everyone of my holes, and I want to be flooded with so much hot fucking cum that it runs down my God damn legs for days. I want you to grab my hair and face fuck me. I want to choke on your cock, until I fucking puke down my chest!" Kristine screamed.

Adam could tell she was ready to explode any moment as the words flowed out of her mouth. If he didn't help her get off soon, she was going to rip her nipple off, and he couldn't have that.

With speed that even surprised him, he quickly pressed his open mouth against her soaked pussy and shoved his tongue in as far as it would go. He then pulled her hand away and replaced it with his rougher one.

As his thumb found her clit, he quickly pressed down and pistoned his tongue in and out with quick strokes. He was literally fucking her with his tongue.

"OH MY FUCKING GODDDD!" Kristine screamed out.

The thrashing woman quickly got his head in a scissors lock and held him there against her. It really wasn't necessary, because Saint Peter himself couldn't pull him away. The pressure was increasing as her climax neared, if she didn't cum soon, Adam might really get injured. That'd be hard to explain to his teammate.

'Hey Boss, what happened to your head.'

'Nothing Kevin, I was just eating out Kristine and she clamped my head so hard my brains are leaking out now, I'll be fine. Do you have cotton balls to make the ringing stop?'

Kristine's screaming became more urgent, which brought him out of his thoughts. She must have been building this up for years as she egged him on with harsh language.

"Eat me, eat my fucking cunt. I'll do anything you want, but get me off in your mouth," she told him as she rocked her hips up.

Adam had to do something, and quick, so he removed his sore tongue to rest up and inserted two large fingers inside her. He would have moved his head up and sucked her clit but it was effectively held in place. After a few moments of finger fucking her gushing pussy he removed them, much to the displeasure of the panicking woman.

"No -- please Adam -- put them back in. Put them back in my cunt!" she screamed at him.

Adam shoved his tongue back in which seemed to suffice somewhat, she at least stop screaming at him. Thinking he was going to suffocate soon, he decided on another course of action.

With his fingers being thoroughly soaked, he placed one wet finger against her tiny rose bud and slid it past the second knuckle. This got her attention and she released his head as Kristine grabbed her thighs and pulled them back.

Adam took a deep breath as he was freed and then moved his mouth up to her clit. Even though his tongue was getting tired, he flicked it a few times and then pulled it into his mouth and applied suction.

"Hurry I'm -- getting -- I'm gonna..." she started to say but stopped to take a breath.

"Shove it all the way in! Hurry, all the way up my ass!" she told him as she started trembling.

Adam did exactly as he was told and pushed his finger in as far as it would go and then pulled it out. Then he placed another finger next to it and quickly fingered her very tight hole. She was trying to say something, but now everything that came out of her mouth was gibberish and he couldn't make it out.

"I -- now -- fuck -- that does -- almost -- gonna..." she spat out.

Adam looked up her body and saw she was tossing her head quickly from side to side. She looked like something out of the Exorcist movie. Suddenly she looked at him; her mouth was open as if to say something and her eyes were as big as golf balls. It appeared she wasn't breathing. Just then her hand shot out and grabbed a large pillow and pulled it over her mouth.

It started as a light tremble in her hips and the slowly moved down her legs. He could make out whimpering sounds from under the pillow as it grew stronger and stronger. Soon her whole body was convulsing, and then Adam heard something that would probably stay with him forever.

It was a good thing that the pillow was there, as the blood-curdling scream escaped her lips. It was so load and distinctive that, unrestrained, it would have brought the whole damn town to the front door to investigate.

As Kristine lay there quivering, Adam finally climbed up on the down feather mattress and joined her. When he was comfortable, he reached over and held her to him and began stroking her once soft hair that was now matted with sweat and tears.

"Try and clam down Kristine. Breath, breath, that's it calm down now," he whispered to her softly.

"That was -- how did -- oh my god I..." she managed to say.

"Take it easy Kristine. You look like you're going to have a heart attack, and that would be hard to explain to my superiors," Adam told her.

"I don't care -- I'll -- oh damn -- I'll die happy," she told him as strength slowly came back to her.

"You must have been storing that up for sometime now. That seemed like quite an orgasm you just had," Adam said and then kissed the top of her head.

"Oh God Adam, you have no idea how long I've waited to let that out. It's always so much stronger when you're not alone," she replied.

"Then I'm glad I could help you get it out of your system," he said with a little laugh.

"That's were you're wrong Adam. It's not out of my system -- yet," she said as she raised herself up and looked at him with gleaming eyes.

"Why do I have a funny feeling I'm about to find out what it's like to be raped by a woman."

"Please don't think badly of me -- please. Very few times in my life, has there been a chance of being able to act this way. Men always want to get attached, or they think I'm crazy and get scared off and then I'm left hanging," she told him in a sad voice.

"Hey calm down, I was only joking Kristine. You're an absolutely gorgeous woman, and a man would be a complete fool not to allow you to let loose every once in a while," he told her quickly.

"So you're not going to get scared off?" Kristine asked him.

"I'm a Navy Seal, I don't get scared off," he told her, and then kissed her deeply.

She returned the kiss and reached down to his hard cock. She jacked it a few times and then felt the pre-cum on the large head. She quickly put her palm in it and massaged around the tip. Adam couldn't help but moan deeply into her mouth.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. That gleaming look of possession had returned and he wondered if he'd live to see the morning.

"That was a nice kiss. I could taste my -- cunt juice -- on your lips," she said in a seductive voice.

"I hope you enjoyed your -- cunt juice -- as much as I did," he told her, letting her know it was ok to let go.

"What can I do for you Adam? Do you want to fuck my -- cunt? You wanna shove that big cock up my snatch and then use my body to jack yourself off with?" she said as she jacked his cock faster.

"All that sounds -- oh damn Kristine..." Adam muttered.

"I'll let you fuck my ass Adam. I'll let you fuck my ass while you pull my head back. Wanna dump a load of cock cream up my shit hole?" she asked him as she brought her hand up and licked it.

"Oh fucking Christ, that's good cum. I wanna suck you off! I want to wrap my lips around you thick cock and let you fuck my face," she said, as she returned her hand to his cock.

"You keep this up and I'll end up shooting that cum on your damn arm. Shit you're a hot woman," Adam told her as he fought to regain control.

"Tell me you're going to do it. Tell me you'll fuck my throat raw and then shoot that load of cum straight into my stomach. Say the words Adam -- please," Kristine pleaded with him.

Navy Seal or not, Adam Dawson was still a man. He'd be a fool to let a once in a lifetime chance go to waste. He did the only thing a man could do in this situation.

"Now that you mention it, yeah, I'm going to shove my cock in your slutty fucking mouth. Then I'm going to keep pushing your head down till you gag on it. I'm going to cum -- oh fuck Kristine -- so much that it'll be leaking out of your abused throat and all over my empty balls."

A small shiver ran through her body as he described the blowjob. Kristine quickly lowered her mouth down to his cock and in one swift move, buried her lips down to the base and held the tip of his cock in her throat.

Adam couldn't help but shudder at the tightness of it. She remained there for a few more seconds and then repeated the act. When she hit bottom again, she allowed her tongue to slid past her lips and tickle his full balls.

"Holy, fucking, Jesus Christ Kristine, that feels amazing!" Adam moaned out loud.

Kristine bobbed her head up and down on the now slimy cock as she massaged his loaded nut sack. She realized there was something missing and reached back to grab Adam's hand. As she placed it on the back of her head, she moved his fingers into her hair and made them into a fist.

Adam knew what she was doing, and although he would never hurt a woman, he pushed her head down and held her there. He pulled her up by the hair and did it again, then felt her whimper around the leaking cock. This made him nervous and he pulled her all the way this time.

"Oh, oh fuck -- do it again," she pleaded as drool ran out of her mouth.

"Do what again?" Adam asked in dismay.

"Force me down, make me do it -- hurry Adam.

Adam placed both hand on her head and grabbed her hair roughly, then placed her mouth over his cock. When he did that she reached between her legs and began rubbing her hairless pussy franticly.

"You like to suck cock, then take it you -- slut," he growled at her.

Kristine let out a low moan as she hovered over his cock. She couldn't moan for long, as the invading cock was forced into her delicate mouth and then into her throat.

"Holy shit, I can't believe this," Adam said to himself.

Adam fucked her mouth like it was a female pussy. The power of control rushed through him like a tidal wave, and he had to consciously remind himself that this was sex and not a forced action.

"Kristine, I have to stop, I'm going to..." he said as he pulled her up to take a breath.

"Don't you dare stop God damn it! This is the best I've had in years and you better see it through -- you fucking pussy," she told him as she stared at his cock.

Adam took the insult to heart and grabbed her hair tighter. When he looked down he saw he hand flying across he pussy, she was turned on by this. He only had one thought, 'why in the fuck wasn't this woman with someone? Men would kill people for a woman like this.'

"Fuck you slut, you talk too much," he yelled at her as he forced her head down.

"You want used? Try this slut," he told her as he forced his hips up and her head down.

Adam felt another inch slip into her throat as she began gagging. He couldn't help it as the moaning vibrations caressed his cock and he shot the first strand of cum directly into her stomach. He quickly grabbed the other pillow on the bed and held it over his face and began a long, hard, and very loud scream.

After shooting strand after strand of hot, thick cum into her belly, he felt Kristine tap on his leg. Adam released her hair and she was able to pull away from his cock. When Kristine took a couple of deep breaths, she wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand and then began to lick the juice off of it.

"I have to be honest with you Adam," she told him as she licked.

"That was the most enjoyable blowjob I've ever given in my life," she told him.

"Holy shit Crystal that was amazing."

"Wow, you are wiped out. It's Kristine Adam," she said with a giggle.

"Fuck! Why do I keep doing that?" he muttered.

"I'm not Cilka so I couldn't make a diagnosis, but if you ask the curator of Predjama castle I'd say it was the lack of blood flow to the head. The bigger head that is," she said with a little bit of pride.

Kristine jacked his spent cock as she roamed his body with her eyes.

"I have a question for you Mr. Dawson," she whispered.

"Oh shit, this is gonna suck," he mumbled.

"What do you want to do for round two? We're far from done and that's only one hole you've used," she said and then took his spent cock back into her mouth.

Crook's Creek Pub.

Kevin Dvorska sat in the corner table of the dimly lit pub. From the looks of it they haven't changed the décor in a very long time. He waited a little bit to see if there were any servers working the tables, but when none came, he stood up.

Suddenly from around the corner the same young girl from the diner appeared with a tray. As she scanned the room for any new orders, her eyes locked with Kevin's and he smiled at her. When she got closer, Kevin could tell she was blushing and she had a huge smile on her face.

"Hello," she said as she averted her eyes from his.

"Hi there again beautiful," Kevin replied with a little charm.

Kevin quickly realized he shouldn't have done that, as she turned three shades of red. She must have a huge crush on him to be that shy about being called beautiful.

"Um -- would you like something to drink Sir?" she asked, but still didn't look into his eyes.

"My name's Kevin and a cold beer would be fine," he told her.

"Very well, I'll be right back -- Kevin," the young woman giggled and walked to the bar.

'Yep, she's got it real bad that one does' Kevin thought.

As Kevin began scanning the room for any signs of danger he noticed that the patrons here pretty much kept to themselves. There were mingled conversations about the weather and this year's crop. The conversation that did interest him was one between an elderly man of about sixty and a younger woman in her mid thirties.

"I told you not to move down there Eva. I knew there would be trouble with those Serbs," he told her.

"I know Poppa. How many times do you want me to say I'm sorry and I was wrong?" Eva told her father.

"One thing is for sure Eva, the war will slowly progress north and Slovenia will be engulfed in another war. More than likely, the women and children will be raped before they are killed," he said and then took another drink of his beer.

"That's why we need to start another one of those underground railroads, like they had during the big war in '43," she told him.

Kevin was interrupted from the conversation as his little admirer sat his beer down on the table. He could tell the little girl, a young woman really, was extremely shy as she fidgeted next to him. When he pulled out more money than he needed, he handed it to her but held on to one end.

"Sorry beautiful, you only get a tip if you tell me what your name is," Kevin said with a bright smile.

She blushed and thought about it for a moment while biting her lower lip. Kevin thought she looked so cute and she'd make some guy very happy in about ten years.

"It's -- it's Alina," she basically breathed out instead of speaking, and then ran away with the generous tip.

Having teased the young girl enough, he turned his attention back to Eva and her father. It seemed they had no use for the Serbs, and maybe they knew of something happing around here that would lead to Pete.

Kevin Dvorska was a young werewolf by any standard of measure, so his senses were not as developed as say someone who was older and more experienced. One thing was for sure, when the man wearing black pants and jacket appeared at the door, Kevin knew who he was. Maybe the correct thing to say was -- what -- he was.

When Viljem Kordic locked eyes with Kevin, he spoke in a voice even lower than a whisper. He knew even at that tone, Kevin would hear every word.

"Please don't get up Mr. Dvorska. If we both change here in front of all these people, you know I will not permit them to live to tell about it," Viljem said.

Kevin made no reply as he put his hands on the table and sat still. His anger was swelling inside him as the werewolf who murdered his friends approached and sat down. Kevin tried to control it with every part of his being, but found it difficult.

"Finally, after all these years, I get to meet Kevin Dvorska. You truly have no idea how long I've waited for this Kevin. You don't mind if I call you Kevin, do you?" Viljem asked.

"Fuck you," Kevin said quietly.

"I think you are mistaken young man. Fuck you -- is the name of your friend that you are looking for," Kordic said with a laugh.

"Is Pete still alive?" he said and then quickly knew he fucked up.

"So it is Pete! Thank you for that small bit of information -- Kevin. The only thing he would say when I asked him his name was -- fuck you."

"No he got it right -- Viljem. What do you want with him?" Kevin said as he fought to control his anger.

"You misunderstand Kevin, it has nothing to do with -- Pete -- it has everything to do with you," Kordic told him.

Kevin was about to say something when Alina walked up. She took one look at Viljem Kordic and quickly moved closer to Kevin.

"Hello my dear. My, such a lovely young woman as our server, I feel honored. I'd like what my friend here is having, a cold beer please," Viljem said with a smile.

Alina looked at Kevin for the first time tonight, but this look was not of admiration -- it was fear.

"It's ok Alina, get the man a beer, he won't be staying long," he told her, but never took his eyes of the experienced werewolf.

"Thank you Kevin, that was very kind of you," he said as Alina ran off.

"So what do you want with me Kordic? I've done nothing to you -- yet," Kevin asked.

"That's another thing I like about you Americans, direct and to the point. You do not -- how you say it -- beat around the bush," he replied with a laugh.

"Fuck you and your humor. What do you want?"

"I wish it was something more warrior like, but simply put -- revenge," he said just as Alina was setting down his beer.

"Thank you sweetheart, I must say you're breath taking," he told her as he put some money on the table.

Alina quickly picked it up and then looked at Kevin. He gave her a wave of his hand, indicating she should leave them alone. As she darted off again, Kordic sniffed the air deeply and then looked at Kevin.

"She finds you very attractive Kevin. I'm sure with a little coaxing you could have her tonight. Can't you smell it on her, or are your senses not as developed as mine for a werewolf," he said and then took a drink of his beer.

"Fine you know what I am, good for you," he said and then leaned across the table.

"But if you harm one hair on her head, I'll change right here and rip your fucking heart out and feed it to you just before you die," he told him as he momentarily lost control of his anger.

Kordic sat his beer down on the table and stared at the young Seal. His plan was working perfectly. He knew the younger werewolf lacked the ability to control his anger and that would be his undoing.