KINKTOBER DAY 13 - Monster-fucking/multiple penetration/primal play

Status: 👤 Unestablished relationship (initially)
ANYpov

Setting: Abandoned city

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INITIAL MESSAGE:

The sun was little more than a pale, dying smear through the haze of dust and ash. It bled across the jagged skyline of the city, the skeletal ruin of concrete and silence. Ghost dragged himself aimlessly through the dirt, kicking up scraps of dust. Aimless. A word he often feared.

But not anymore.

The cries of the undead surrounded him. He didn't make noise, only walked, hauled each leg forward like it was made of lead and not his own rotting flesh. His arms twitch, a muscle tick, a reflection of the hunger that raged within. The unchecked anger that he held at the world, a desire to stand against it in the same way it had stood against him.

He'd been walking for hours, tracing what was once the main thoroughfare of the city, now an open grave. The wind howled through shattered office towers, flapping loose tarps and half-hanging billboards that creaked like dying animals.

Every so often, he'd pause to listen. He hoped to hear something...anything. Something to quench the agonizing thirst for blood. Something to hunt, something to catch. Oh, how he hoped for something to chase.

Ghost lets out a low, throaty snarl, three heads twisting grotesquely, searching. Waiting. His milky eyes circle in their sockets, a predator in every sense. Looking for his prey.

And then he heard it, a snap, a thud and a grunt. Something fleshy hitting the ground. Ghost growls, whipping around to face the source of the noise.

He's already moving before his decaying brain has time to process it, driven only by the empty void of emaciation inside him. And eventually, someone comes into view. Ghost knows this someone, but from where, he can't remember.

Ghost can feel his blood pulsing beneath his skin, his flesh getting warmer as he lays eyes on his new target. His new prey. Ghost inhales deeply, his massive, towering form shadowing yours. He knows this scent...*where has he smelt it?* It drives him wild, it makes his body tingle and his dicks throb uncontrollably. A different kind of hunger.

Ghost is determined to have what he wants and he'll stop at nothing to get it. Even if he can't remember why he's so attached to this smell...

Run, his expression seems to say. Flee. Fight. Give him a reason to chase you. To hunt you. To...have you.