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Ravenous
By : Sessakag
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Prompt: Horror
Ravenous

“Hinataaaa,” Naruto pouted, leaning inside the open bathroom door, “you ready yet? I’m starving!”
Leaning over her side of their sink, staring into the mirror as she traced her lush lips with a wine-colored stick, his lovely wife stood beneath bright florescent doing what she did best, stealing his breath away.
Hinata Uzumaki was absolutely stunning.
Without a stitch of make-up, her luminous snowy skin and delicate pixie features put professional models to shame, but on days like these, when she deliberately highlighted the sensual formation of her sinful mouth, when she lined her milky eyes with charcoal, when she coated her eyelids any shade of the rainbow, his shy spouse became a unique variation of devastatingly beautiful.
It never got any easier for him, seeing her this way and he’d long since stopped fighting the effect.
He reveled in it now, linking his lips as his pulse kicked into overdrive, contemplating if he was really that hungry as sexual interest pooled in his groin.
“Almost done, Naruto-kun,” she assured him, the softness of her voice sweeping over his sensitive skin.
She hadn’t said it in a tone that was provocative or suggestive, she always spoke low and gentle, but to his horny mind, it was the same as a carnal invitation to ravage her before dinner. He was hungry to be sure, his stomach was rumbling like he had a beast trapped inside, but that was nothing compared to this new craving.
For her, he was starving.
Ravenous.
Not one for restraint, the blond haired male sidled up to his wife, pressing his engorged cock to her silk covered bottom, kissing along her neck and shoulders as he reached for the belt cinching her dressing robe closed.
“N-Naruto-kun w-we don’t have time!” she sputtered, stopping his hands, her fluster way, way over the top even for her.
He narrowed his eyes, leaning his whiskered face close to hers.
She looked everywhere but at him, holding her robe tightly closed, turning away from him despite being trapped inside his embrace.
Yep.
It was official.
“You’re hiding something.”
“N-n-no I-”
Nosy bastard that he was, and with her pathetic denial, Naruto set out to get answers.
Hinata burst into laughter as he tickled her sides and underarms, too busy squirming to stop him from unraveling her big secret.
A flash of bright orange caught his eye, stopping his tickle assault.
Face the shade of a ripened tomato, panting softly, she gazed back at him bashfully, once again holding her robe closed.
It was too late for that.
Far too late.
He’d seen something he liked.
Crowding her petite form, he lifted her bottom on the sink, ripping at the silky lavender robe standing between him and the voluptuously sinful body he couldn’t love enough.
“W-wait, N-Naruto-kun!”
He couldn’t wait, he was fucking burning up, there was a fire in his gut that only her wet pussy could extinguish.
It was exactly what he thought it was.
A sheer bustier cupping her massive breast, her hard, caramel nipples hazy but visible behind the lace. It was her lacy panties that had him reeling.
The crotch was missing.
Naked pink flesh, coated in lust winked at him.
Higher brain function screeched to a halt, his throbbing sex grew painful.
“This…” she blushed painfully, gazing off to the side, bumping her cute little fingers together just below the heavy weight of her breasts, “…was your dessert…”
This was why he could never have enough, this was why he was so goddamn addicted to this woman. If left up to him, he’d never leave the honeyed paradise that resided between her thick thighs.
He was on her in an instant, fusing their mouths, fumbling with the button of his pants. The moment they snapped open, the moment he could free the long, wide pipe of his desire, he shoved himself inside her dripping cunt to the hilt. Shaking all over as her flexing cunt struggled to take it all. He gave her no time to brace, no time to adjust to his sudden invasion before he started fucking.
Cosmetics, a toothbrush and the soap dispenser crashed heedlessly to the floor, casualties in the wake of his need to pound her into a babbling senseless mess.
Gods…
The noise she made, a cross between discomfort and rapture, so pitiful and arousing as it echoed off the bathroom walls.
He stared hard at her, lust hitting his bloodstream like a drug.
Her face was bathed in submission, and he reveled in her acceptance of his rough handling. Turned on by how perfectly content she was to be haphazardly plopped on the sink, knees crammed carelessly to her chest, legs spread and dangling lasciviously over his shoulders as though she were a star in a porno.
He loved it.
He loved it all.
Her willingness to bend into any shape or form he wanted her to, her joy in giving him everything he demanded and more, and he was a greedy, greedy bastard. Glutting himself day in and day out on her selfless generosity and desire to please him; acutely aware but not giving a shit that he was chaining himself tighter and tighter to her in the process.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growled into her moaning mouth, sliding his tongue inside her moist cavern to taste every hitched breath before grating, “every time you do shit like this,” he husked, pounding harder, quicker, filling the bathroom with the lewd squelch of their joined sexes, calloused hand wrapping around the vulnerable column of her throat, “even when you don’t do shit like this, you drive me. Fucking. Crazy,” he told her, punctuating his last words with ruthless shoves of his groin against hers.
Desperate fingers turned claws latched onto his spine, scoring the tanned skin of back, before caressing his stinging flesh, appreciating the play of his contracting muscles as he worked her body into a frenzy.
He pumped his hips wildly, heedlessly, knowing this was going to be a quick ride.
She cried out, pussy flexing, nails digging into the only solid things she could get her sweaty hands on. Pinches of pain stung his oblique and back, her shapely legs wrapping around his narrow hips as she rocked into him as much as her folded position allowed.
He deepened his strokes, slamming his pelvis into hers, fucking her hard and furiously, forcing her sloppy, soaping pussy to bear the brunt of his raging lust with every ruthless thrust of his hips.
She came alive with a sudden ear piercing shriek, wrapping her body around his, shaking and bucking into each thrust, nearly toppling the both of them as she rode his cock to paradise.
“Oh fuck!” he growled, her greedy cunt milking him hard enough to fill his vision with stars, “cum on my dick, that’s it baby.”
Whining like a wounded kitty as she gushed sticky wet fluid on his dick, Hinata screamed ecstasy to the heavens.
“Give me more,” he demanded, hiking her legs higher, anchoring a knee on the cold sink so he could drill her harder, smushing her tiny frame against the mirror, “give me all of it, every fuckin’ drop.”
Another wave of scorching fluid rained down his lower crown.
Her plump body stiffened all over, her lips parted in a voiceless scream.
Merciless contractions ripped the climax right from his scrotum. He groaned loudly, arching up to the balls of his feet, muscles turned steel as he shot his load inside her fluttering cunt. It was painfully blissful, rocking through his body with the force of an earthquake, spreading to every limb, touching every crook and cranny of his pleasure receptors.
He shuddered in the aftermath, holding their genitals smashed together, shaking with each lingering pulsations.
When he could breathe, he straightened, anticipation circling through his veins.
Hinata met his gaze, knowing what he wanted, and though she blushed extremely hard, she leaned back, tilting her pelvis up.
He pulled out slowly, savoring the delicious slide of her clutching walls begging him to stay.
He slipped out with a final pop.
He panted softly, nostrils flared with arousal as he stroked her tender thighs, silently voicing a command. She rolled her hips forward slowly, her little hole contracted twice, then white cream seeped out.
Stormy baby blue’s fused to the rivulet, lids growing heavy as he watched his semen slowly drip from her lovingly abused pussy.
His sticky jizz traced her taint, then outlined the crease her plump bottom created.
He swallowed, beating back the flare of hunger stoking inside his body as he stared at the filthy sight.
Unable to help himself, he leaned down, swirling her clit wetly, tasting her delicious honey and cute little spasms on his tongue.
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It was dark by the time they made it to the other side of town.
Once at their destination, they strolled down the street, Hinata tucked beneath his arm. She’d dress modestly, but beautifully in a soft pink, short sleeved dress that molded her curves and made her soft skin look even softer.
He’d thrown on one of his more fancier orange shirt and black pants.
It’d been a while since they went out for a bite to eat in this part of town, after all.
They hadn’t been traveling long when two men came into sight, one tall and of average build, the other a whole foot shorter but double the mass.
They stood on a corner, their conversation coming to a halt as the couple passed.
Hinata twined her arm with her husband’s, pressing her body more firmly to the warmth and safety his form offered, making herself small as they passed the shady looking men.
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“See that?” Jon asked, nudging him hard in the ribs, “girl’s got a real nice set of tits on her chest.”
Kai turned dark blue eyes to his buddy, giving the heavy set, onyx eyed man a wide grin before turning his gaze back to the plump bottom he’d been watching.
He’d seen alright.
Small, dark haired and bright eyes, filling out that little dress of hers like a wench at a tavern.
He liked them tiny and buxom.
Turning the collar of his coat high and giving the other man a nod, he started off down the desolate sidewalk, keeping his footfalls controlled and hushed, hands at his sides in an effort to forestall any extra noise as he followed the innocent pair.
This wasn’t their first rodeo.
They’d done this time and time again.
It was a bit of sport.
A morbid hunt they craved.
Best friends practically from the cradle, Kai and Jon began their reign of terror early in their youth as naught but two preteen runaway surviving on the street, they’d spent their days shoplifting and their nights ambushing unfortunate souls for anything they could get their hands on.
Their first kill had been accidental, too many blows to the head.
He licked his lips, fingering the hunting knife in his pocket.
Their second kill hadn’t…
…nor the countless ones that followed.
It was that first taste of extinguishing life that had set them on their current path, that first taste of the power and thrill of playing God that set them searching at twilight for new victims in the sleepy neighborhoods like this one. Skulking around the nearly abandoned part of the city that had quickly gone to shit following an unexpected market crash couple years back.
A hopeless, near desolate relic of the past turned into his own personal hunting grounds.
He stared hard at the couple, wanting to rush but knowing that was the quickest way to fuck this up. It was hard, watching them move and breathe and exist and not be able to bring it all to a violent end.
He was hungry, ravenous for their pain and suffering.
Craving the euphoric sensation of tearing flesh, hacking bone and slicing organs.
Anticipation kicking a drumbeat in his veins, Kai quickened his step, Jon following his lead for a few blocks before pulling even further ahead of Kai.
Jon hit hardest, after all. It was best to lead with the most power.
Kai gripped his blade, waiting for the moment.
The tall blond male slowed, throwing his arm more securely around the petite woman, laughing heartily over something certainly insignificant, sealing both his and his lady’s fate.
The man was big.
His mass more muscle than fat like Jon, and in a two-v-one, Kai knew he could do them some damage, maybe even get the better of them, however, they didn’t plan on giving him a chance to fight.
“Ahem, ‘sxcuse me sir,” Jon called out.
Jon struck as the man stopped and turned, swinging a meaty fist, knocking the blonde off his feet, sending him crashing to the hard, unforgiving pavement.
The woman screamed.
Kai followed him down, pulled his serrated five inch steel from his pocket and started stabbing.
Panting wildly, grinning like a demon, Kai plunged the blade into the thrashing body below, catching a stray right to the jaw, a knee to the gut but pressed on, numb to the pain, high on the rush. Hot crimson droplets painted his face, soaked his shirt and stained his gloves.
The wailing woman screeched, rushing towards him only for Jon to yank her back by the hair, her bloodcurdling cries muffled by his hand.
“You’re not going anywhere bitch!” Jon growled, “shut the fuck up! Kai let’s go!”
Far from done, but knowing from previous close calls how dangerous staying too long could be, Kai ran his bloody knife across the male’s throat, parting flesh, severing tendons and coaxing a fountain of red to spew.
He stood, unable to resist a glance at his handy work.
The whisker cheeked man slapped both hands over his gutted throat, carmine fluid bubbling over his lips, blood pouring over his tanned fingers.
It was a work of art.
“Quit strugglin cunt!”
A harsh slap and a pained cry reached his ears, snapping him from his trance.
Kai turned, grinning nastily, wiping his blade on his pant leg as he reached for the woman. He grabbed her kicking legs, lifted her off her feet, amused as she lost a stiletto in the struggle. They carried her a few blocks away, hoofing it down a darkened alley and behind a empty building. He let her feet go, and Jon took over as she started fighting again.
Kai settled in to watch.
Jon got first dibs on the female since Kai got to do the killing.
He was fine with that.
His body was still happily thrumming with adrenaline and depraved satisfaction.
Jon slammed the violet haired woman against the wall, then shoved himself against her, tugging up her dress with one hand, fumbling with the latch of his pants with the other.
She fought him like a wild cat, pummeling his head and shoulders with her petite first, screaming bloody murder to the apathetic neighbors ignoring her please for help. Frustrated with her antics, Jon reared back and drove his fist into her chin, cutting off her wail mid screech.
“Stay still!” he barked as her dark cranium bounced off the brick wall.
She fell limp and quiet, head falling heavily to the man’s shoulder.
“Ya fuckin killed her, ya prick!” Kai yelled, “would it have killed ya to wait until we were finished with the bitch first?!”
“Fuckin cunt wouldn’t stay still,” Jon muttered, working the clasp on his pants, “and she ain’t dead, can feel her breathin’.”
He shoved his pants down, panting harshly, he reached for her shapely pale thigh, then stiffened, a deep groan leaving his throat.
Well well.
Kai laughed, leering at his partner, “that good, eh? Hurry the fuck up, I wanna piece of her too!”
A wet gurgle was his answer.
“The fuck ya say?”
Jon shifted slightly, weaving like a drunk before righting himself, then stumbled into the brick wall, pressing the female heavily into it.
Strange sounds filled the alley…
Emanating from the pair…
Sounded like something wet, like wet suction almost like fucking but neither of them were moving.
The hair on his nape stood on end, his instincts …some animalistic sense was whispering, telling him something was wrong.
He swallowed against his suddenly dry throat, staring at the pair even as he took a step back.
“O-Oi…” he moistened his lips, “J-Jon…?”
More sounds…
Like ripping…
“Jon!”
Something moist and heavy hit the pavement below.
Kai swallowed again, reaching reflexively for his hunting knife, unease blooming, uncomfortable pinpricks skating across his skin as he squinted.
He stared uncomprehending at the shadowed…pink thing.
Something…ropy was dangling in the space between his Jon’s legs…
…and it wasn’t his prick.
Copper hit his nose a beat before a crimson tide splattered the floor at his partner’s feet.
He stood stunned, recognizing the carmine fountain, knowing better than anyone what that thick fluid was…
Blood…
“W-what the fuck?” he muttered, taking another, now fearful, step back.
The two twined bodies jerked, a horrendous tearing sounded, and then a red spray of mist painted the brick wall behind the duo.
His best mate collapsed, falling backwards, the woman riding his body down.
Kai stumbled and fell, shaking uncontrollably, his eyes wide and disbelieving. The violet haired woman paused in ravenous consumption.
She raised her head slowly, revealing a mouth smeared in crimson and a face that could only be real in his nightmares.
Inhuman…
Monstrous…
She watched him with an animalistic stillness to her small form as she reached inside Jon’s chest cavity, drawing back an arm covered in blood up to her elbow and a sluggishly beating organ connected to fat veins and arteries overflowing in her little hand. His stomach heaved as she brought it to her mouth and sank her teeth inside, stilling the disturbing pulsation of the organ, staring him in the eyes, her own so inhuman, so frightening…
He crawled backwards, lungs heaving.
Something solid hit his back.
He stopped.
Goosebumps pebbled his flesh, every hair on his body stood straight up.
His heart pounded painful, frantically.
Kai felt his presence a beat before hot breath puffed across his skin.
“You cut my fuckin throat, asshole,” a rumbling voice growled in his ear.
It was a horrible sound, an inhuman vocalization that filled him with a terror that could only be conjured by the darkest pit of Hell’s inhabitants.
He whipped around, coming face to face with the man he’d left for dead on the sidewalk.
A monster stood over him.
Those strange whiskers from earlier were charcoal dark and jagged, illuminated orbs the color and intensity of Hellfire. His hard jaw was bulky, his lips stretched unnaturally far, their corners nearly touching the lobes of his pointed, elf shaped ears. His blond hair was wild and smeared in blood, his bright orange shirt torn and garnished in crimson streaks and his throat…
…his throat still torn, cleaved right down to the gory meat inside.
The fox faced abomination crouched in front of him, bringing them nose to nose, all sharp fangs as he growled, “that fuckin hurt.”
A puff of smoke billowed passed his lips, dark and carrying the scent of fire.
Pale as a ghost, fighting the urge to faint dead away, Kai shook his head, shouting hoarsely, “No…n-no! Y-yer’re dead! I fuckin killed ya!”
The beast’s smile started slow, ominous, terrifying…
…and as it stretched past his earlobes, as his jaw unhinged and spread unnaturally wide, showcasing a cavern of serrated fangs, Kai knew he was going to die…
…horribly.
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Naruto sighed contentedly, patting his distended belly.
That certainly wasn’t the best meal he’d ever had, not by a long shot, that asshole had been full of corruption.
It wasn’t disgusting or anything, he just preferred his meatbags to be seeped in hatred.
Hatred tasted better than miso ramen, and he loved his ramen to a sickening degree.
He couldn’t complain though.
He glanced over at his wife ravenously gnawing chunks form the main’s bloody entrails.
Hinata was really enjoying her meal tonight, it’d been a while since she’d had someone so rotten to the core.
He wandered over and sat on his bottom beside her and the body.
“You really laid the ‘damsel in distress’ act on thick this time, baby,” he noted jokingly, “had to hold myself back from coming down here and rescuing my Princess, dattebayo.”
She blushed, fumbling bashfully with a fleshy chunk of what looked like a liver, “I’m sorry I worried you…it’s just…” her rose tinted cheeks bloomed crimson, sharp teeth glinting as she spoke, “their corruption is…really tasty,” she licked blood stained lips, a predatory gleam lighting her milky depths, the fiend that lived inside her surging to the forefront, “and if I give them more time to feed their depravity, their delicious corruption grows and ripens and-” she stopped abruptly, depraved hunger swept away with a single blink, shyness returning, “I-I could smell their corruption for miles…and I…I guess I got a bit…greedy.”
She ducked her head as though the admission was shameful, hunching her slim shoulders.
He laughed heartily, gazing lovingly at her plump, bloody mouth, lined inside with two rows of sharp teeth, the hypnotic, glowing lavender that swallowed her pupil and sclera highlighted that frighteningly intense pinprick of light that glowed even in pitch darkness. His soft baby blues traced the pale, black veined blushing cheeks tapering down into her elongated jaw and cooed silently over her itty bitty clawed fingers curling down nearly to her elbows.
She was too fucking adorable, his pretty little monster.
“You’re so cute, Hinata,” he grinned.
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Sessakag~
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