Hunter's Moon by BlazeS

It felt so good to finally get out of the house. With a young baby at home who was strictly on breast milk, it can be somewhat limiting to your time and where you can travel to. I’m not one of those who can easily just whip out a boob in public to feed my kid, so I tend to stay home a lot around feeding and nap times. Tonight, though, I finally get some “me” time. I’m going to surprise my dance troupe and show up unannounced to practice with them. It will feel so good to move to the rhythm of the music, to sway as if each note has its own agenda with my body, and to just get out some of the frustrations of being a new parent by way of motion, sweat, and an elevated heart rate!As I’m walking from the large parking lot to the dance studio, I pause for only a moment to enjoy the wonderful fall evening. I have always loved seaside towns in New England. There is a crispness to the air, and usually you can smell the ocean on a quiet night or morning. On any normal day, however, I don’t usually like to walk in the downtown area in heels. Tonight was proof as to why. As I’m walking in the dark I saw two men come out of one of the old buildings. It wasn’t very late, only about 6:30 or so, so this wasn’t unusual to see other people, but since it was so quiet and most shops close early, around 5:00, I was a little surprised. When I jumped back a bit, my heel got caught in the cobblestone walkway that many of the older towns are known for, and there was a shooting pain in my ankle. I yelped and stumbled at the same time. It didn’t hurt too badly, but enough that I realized there would be no dancing tonight. I was very disappointed since I was looking forward to my night out for months.

The men I had seen heard my cry and immediately came to my side. The older one was probably one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. His hair was jet black, his skin pale without being ghostly, and his smile was perfect. He had a look of concern as he saw that my foot had twisted out of the shoe.
“You need to get some ice on that as quickly as possible to keep it from swelling,” he said as he crouched down to my level on the ground. He looked directly into my eyes and I was mesmerized. He had the most piercing green eyes I had ever seen. They were stunning and gorgeous. “Help her up,” he told his companion. “We have an office just inside this building. I can get you some help there for the ankle, and then we’ll help get you to your car.”

I was about to protest, but when I tried to stand on my own I found I couldn’t. Okay, then. Ice from the handsome stranger it is…

I took the hand of the younger gentleman, and again was stunned at just how beautiful he was. As he helped me stand I saw he also had dark hair, but more to the dark brown than black, light skin, and his eyes were also striking but violet rather than green. As they both helped me hobble into their office some small part of my mind suggested that I shouldn’t be going into a dark building with two strange men, but I really did need some help so I was hopeful that these two were Samaritans rather than thugs.

The “office” they took me into was very dark. It almost looked like a huge ballroom that had been converted. There was a desk and a set of chairs, but I couldn’t see too many other details in the light. One thing that did strike me was that there were huge windows from floor to ceiling on one side, and the full moon was illuminated beautifully through one of them creating interesting silhouettes and shadows in the window and reflecting in the room itself. It was both strange and beautiful at the same time.

“Let’s get this started.” I was surprised to hear the older gentleman’s voice come from across the room, to where I had presumed he was going towards a light switch.

His companion had knelt down and was helping me out of my shoe and was beginning to rub my ankle. I was surprised when in the dark he came back towards us, hands empty still no light and no ice pack. He looked at me intently. Again, I was captivated by those eyes. Somehow they seemed to be glittering in the moonlight.

“This may not exactly be what you expected,” he began just as his friend tied something to my ankle, “but we have our own way of doing things.” That’s when the room suddenly lit by itself. With nothing but candles in strategically placed holders. Soft, warm light filled the room and yet it was still dark. In my shock I didn’t notice the younger man had also tied something to my other ankle, also with no shoe on.

“What is this place?” I asked. “How did you get the candles lit like that?”

“I can do many things that most men can’t.” This was the only reply I got.

I wanted to leave at that point. I wasn’t in the mood for a magic show, but my legs were tied to the floor spread apart in a way that would make me fall over myself. “Let me out of here,” I demanded. My response was to have my arms pulled behind me firmly, keeping me in place against the chest of the violet-eyed man. Fear began to creep in.

“You will leave when we’re ready to allow it. You won’t be missed. You’ll be home by morning.”

My left arm was pulled to the side by the man behind me while the one speaking to me tied it to a rope that was dangling from the ceiling. As I struggled, the same was done with the right. I was now spread-eagled in a standing position and unable to free myself. That was when I saw the knife.

“Oh no, please for the love of God don’t hurt me…” I moaned, sobbing and pleading.

Again, the green eyes glittered. “Don’t worry, it’s not for your skin.” With that, my clothes were cut off piece by piece until I stood there naked before them in the moonlight. I was mortified, scared, and desperate for a way out.

“Pay attention.” I looked at them before me. “Now, I’m sure you know what we have in mind. What you don’t know is how. We’re a little different from most men you’ve been with.” As he spoke their clothes simply vanished. I didn’t know if I had been drugged or what was going on, but this was just getting creepy. I tried to pull myself free to no avail. “Don’t struggle. You’ll need your strength.”

I stopped and watched. I had to admit, even though I was being held hostage these men were incredibly well-built. The older one was slightly taller and more chiseled, but the younger one was perfectly toned. To my shock the younger one started stroking the older man’s cock. He groaned in delight. “Let’s let her see it now.”

The younger man stepped away, and I saw that the cock was indeed growing, it was big and thick. About nine inches long. But it was moving oddly, like a snake would move as if it were possessed with a mind of its own. I was terrified and fascinated all at the same time. It twisted and turned, got thicker as it reached out.

The younger man licked his lips in anticipation. I saw his cock was growing as well at the sight. He was also well endowed, about eight inches long and thick with many veins bulging along the entire length of it. On the underside, there were what looked like suction cups near the head.

“Who or what are you?” I almost whispered the question, afraid to hear the answer but desperate to know. They both chuckled. “Truth? We’re demons. It’s our time of year to hunt and fornicate at our will.” With that they came to where I was tied. A cold shot of fear went through my body. My breasts were heavy from not having fed the baby in a while, and a drop of milk came to the tip of one nipple.

The taller of the two stood behind me and put his hands on my waist and leaned into my neck, whispering in my ear. “You will not feel fear, but you will feel our heat.” His warm hands slid up to my breasts, cupping them. “You are heavy. Time for a release.” I could feel his snake-like cock twisting along my ass crack and around my cunt. It was unreal.

The second stood in front of me and crouched down to my breasts. He grabbed one and latched on, sucking hard and making me cry out. I could feel my milk pumping out into his greedy mouth. He groaned with pleasure and continued to milk me. He stroked my breast as he sucked, flicked my nipple with his tongue, and worshiped my breasts. His cock was growing even harder as he sucked on me, while his partner was gently nipping my neck and exploring me with his cock. I could feel myself getting wet despite my fear.

As the first tit was drained, the cock in front of me found my clit with one of its suction cups and latched on, gently suckling at it and making me arch my back and rise on my toes a bit. It made access to my other breast ready for the same treatment. I was getting drained, I was getting eaten out, and I was getting this from beings that didn’t belong in my version of reality. I was starting to not be sure what was real.

I was finding that I was aroused by being between these two men, one sucking my tits like never before, and the second holding me in place while offering them to his friend, and his own cock was doing its strange dance around my ass and pussy. As it grazed the entrance to my pussy again it felt my dampness and he chuckled. He knew they had me.

His cock found the entrance to my ass and began to press. I whimpered in protest, but I was held tightly in place. I felt his cock get through the opening, then retreat just a bit, then push forward a little more, then retreat again only to push in again. It was like a snake working its way into a hole. I could feel it writhing within me, getting thicker, feeling it squirming around, not just a normal in and out motion like a human man but like it was its own entity but attached to this demon who commanded it. The pain was overpowered by the cock that was actually sucking on my clit and the mouth greedily drinking my milk. I was in a fog of ecstasy.