Sitting peacefully on her bed, Lauren listens to the sounds coming from the baby’s room across the hall. She hears Tim whispering to their daughter, Celia, as he rocks her and waits for her post-feeding burp. They’ve recently switched from breast feeding to formula and Lauren’s body belongs to her again. This thought sends her mind in a new direction and she stands up suddenly, and walks quickly to the closet. She smiles as she opens the closet door and then in two quick motions she is naked, her sweatpants and ratty tee shirt discarded carelessly on the floor. Still smiling, she remembers something Tim said when they had first started dating. “Sweat pants are sexy…on the floor.” She laughs at the memory.
The eyes of The Devourer hover unseen, looking down from the corner of the ceiling in the baby’s room, watching Tim as he gingerly places Celia into her crib. The body of The Devourer is sitting patiently in a shadow downstairs, beside the front door of Tim and Lauren’s house. Though they are separate they move as one.
Tim’s gaze rests on his peacefully sleeping child. He is incredibly proud of his ability to put her to bed. With careful steps Tim walks silently over the carpet, out of the baby’s room and into the hallway. The hardwood floor is cool on his bare feet as he moves quickly towards the bedroom door and pushes it open. Unseen the eyes of The Devourer follow behind him. There is pleasant surprise at the sight of Lauren lounging seductively on the bed.
Lauren’s eyes meet Tim’s and then she glances down at herself. Tim’s eyes follow, taking in the sheer nightgown. The garment is molded delicately against her body. The gauzy, light blue fabric obstructs Tim’s view of her budding nipples, but her desire for him in this moment is obvious. Tim approaches Lauren as she moves on her knees across the bed to him and his hands reach out, yearning for the feel of her body against his. She eagerly takes his tongue into her mouth, slides her hand inside his waist band and cradles him gently feeling him as he swells towards her. With her other hand she loosens the drawstring at his waist. Tim’s pants fall forgotten to the floor.
The eyes of The Devourer watch from above. His hunger grows as the couple’s hands caress each other. He watches intently as Tim’s hand moves beneath the light fabric and cups Lauren’s breast. His thumb works in circles around her nipple, causing her to moan as it grows harder. Outside the body of The Devourer snaps the handle on the front door off and drops it carelessly to the ground and he enters the house. Once inside he silently takes his shoes off and places them on the family’s shoe rack.
Tim pulls Lauren’s nightgown from her body while downstairs The Devourer removes his shirt. He will not allow his clothes to be sullied by what is to come. Tim lowers himself to his knees and drags Lauren’s body forward. She falls onto her back, laughing and the bedspring rattles in preview. She smiles eagerly as Tim pulls her toward him until her legs are around his head. His tongue traces her soft outer flesh before plunging inside her and her grip in his hair lightens as the speed of his tongue increases. The Devourer hears Lauren moan as he carefully folds all his clothes and puts them on a chair by the kitchen table. The feverish bodies upstairs gently rock the house and their vibrations resonate through The Devourer’s body. He knows the layout of the house and moves slowly, soundlessly toward the stairs. His fingers glide across the walls as he watches Tim’s hands move up Lauren’s arching body, grasping her breasts.
He sees Lauren’s hands move to Tim’s shoulders, pulling at his shirt. Her ankles remain on his shoulders as he rises from between her legs and pulls his shirt off. The Devourer sees a look of pure adoration on Lauren’s face as she smiles up at her naked husband. Tim grabs her thighs and pulls her closer to him, her soft legs pressing against him. He grows harder, pressing against her quivering opening. Tim feels her growing wetter. The Devourer watches the growing sheen between Lauren’s legs from above the couple as her hand moves slowly, delicately taking his shaft and guiding him inside her with a passionate shudder of pleasure.
Through the darkness The Devourer climbs the stairs, pausing when he reaches the top. He waits for Lauren to close her eyes in pleasure before entering the hallway and when she does, The Devourer moves fluidly past Celia’s room. He pushes his nude body against the wall outside the open bedroom door. He sees Tim’s hands move down Lauren’s quivering body, raising her hips to allow for deeper penetration. The couple is lost in their own rhythm, completely absorbed in each other as Tim’s thrusts become more rapid. The increasing volume of their bodies coming together further mask The Devourer’s intrusion.
His eyes are fixed on the couple but The Devourer then sees his own body enter the bedroom. He watches his powerful shoulders flex as he stands behind Tim and waits. Lauren opens her eyes to her husband but quickly notices the intruding form behind him, the form with the hollow, empty eye sockets. She looks deep into the shadow, unable to comprehend what she is seeing and then, looking past the massive figure behind Tim she sees the two eyes hovering above the door. Her sensual purr turns into a shrill scream. Tim stops instantly. “Lauren?”
It happens in a moment that feels like forever to Lauren. The Devourer grabs Tim’s arms and holds them tightly, pressing his bare body against Tim’s. He feels the thin layer of sweat rub against him as he lowers in mouth to his neck and tears into it. Tim’s pumping blood splatters from his body, the dark liquid flows freely from the wound. Tim gasps feebly, trying to breathe as the blood gushes from his body with increasing speed. The Devourer sucks deeply. He savors the feel of himself, pressing against the weakening body. Lauren is trapped by the weight of both the intruder’s body and that of her dying husband. She feels Tim’s warm blood on her sensitive skin as it flows down her bare leg, pooling at her groin. She feels Tim still rocking inside her as The Devourer feeds. Her legs still rest upon Tim’s shoulder as they begin to slouch and when her feet touch the intruder’s cold, hard flesh her toes curl.
Tim looks to his wife as his life ends, an apology in his eyes before they close forever. A tear streaks down Lauren’s cheek and then her husband’s corpse is carelessly tossed aside, striking the wall with a horrendous thud. She scurries backward away from the intruder but she’s too slow, he is upon her. Tim’s warm blood covers her bare skin as the intruder’s body rubs against her naked body. She feels The Devourer’s strength but the new mother thinks only of Celia as he pierces her neck and begins to drain her.
The Devourer is in awe of himself as he watches his strong body rise from Lauren’s bloody corpse. He smiles, seeing the power in his chest that’s glistening with blood. He moves with purpose to Celia’s room, blood trailing down his flat stomach and dripping in his wake, absorbed by the soft carpet in the baby’s room. His eyes return to his sockets. He feels his skin stretch before snapping back into place and he looks down at the baby in anticipation. He reaches for her, savoring what is to come. His massive hand encompasses Celia’s entire, fragile body. Jarred from sleep, she cries for her dead parents and wails in fright as The Devourer brings her to his mouth. He tastes her tears first and this brings a smile to his parting lips before he indulges himself fully.
By M.R. Gott
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