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They say he liked it rough.

Genivive wanted desperatly to put it to the test.

It wasn't that she was a slut. It was simply that when rumors jumped around like a jackrabbit on crack as quickly as the ones concerning Mitch Johnsen did, then it was the duty...no.

The right, of an experienced woman like herself to get to the heart of the matter and find out the truth. That's what journalists were good for right?

It wasn't until she turned around and saw him leaning naked against his front door on the evening of their third date that she was in any way nervous about this particular bout of research.

He was a handsome man to be sure, the rumors hadn't been lying about that. Well built and tall, nice little naughty trail leading down to a suprisingly clean shaven package.

It was a shock to see that naked skin, Gen was used to guys who didn't bother with that type of thing and just figured if a guy shaved he was either a serial killer or a porn star.

From what she'd heard, mister clean here had the potential to be either one.

The Incubus killer had been a menace to the city for the last year or two. The police recognized signs of a serial killer and all but it was his method of killing the women that made the police and the media dub him the Incubus.

Their bodies possesed massive bruising inside of the vagina ( word that made Gen giggle) the ass as well as the mouth and hands in some cases. The bruising and scaring was so intensie that it was belived that these women were'nt killed quickly but held for a number of weeks.

While e bruising was horrific, none of the coroners could figure out if rape had actually occured. With all of the women, all attravtive and varying in ages, dying of what appeared to have been extensive sex, the media had flipped and Incubus was born.

Gen didn't believe in Fairytales but....

God. A man who could fuck you to death.

Yeah, she'd be willing to test this 'theory' with the leading suspect in the case. Maybe she'd get a bit more insight.

The thought had Gen's inner walls clenching tight as excitment rocked through her. Her tongue darted out to lap at her full bottom lip. The taste of pepsi from her new chapstick made her tastbuds tingle, and grinning she took a step closer to the man who blocked her exit rather than following her much wiser instict of moving further away.

His eyes darkened as he watched her take another step and he moved to match her. She liked the roll of his hips as he moved, liked the slow confident play of muscle as it danced beneath tanned skin.

She wanted to bite him.

They didn't exchange any words, no need to. He'd known what she wanted from him since the beginning. Gen wasn't exactly what you'd call subtle.

Something bothered her though as she made her way over to him, unbuttoning her shirt as she moved. Something about the look in his eyes was just off.

She almost made herself care, almost made herself stop, but then callused fingers flicked across the tip of her nipple before running in a lazy trail over her neck and throat and to her chin. He angled her head up so that their eyes met. He lowered his head even as his fingers slid through her hair, the palm of his hand warm against the side of her neck. That's when the pain came.

Sharp and unexpected, his fingers turned cruel in her hair and jerked her head back so that her neck was stretched to a painful angle. She felt the sharp slice of teeth on skin and she gasped, jerking in his grip.

With a muffled growl he held her immoble and stepped in close so that he had to bend his head to keep his mouth centered against the panicked pulse in her throat. She could feel the heavy solid weight of his cock pressed against the juncture of her thighs, sliding against the front of her so that she could feel the heat of the head through panites and skirt both.

It felt good, so good in fact that her back arched and her hips moved on their own, grinding against him. searching, searching....there. The bolt of fierce excitment tinged fear that shot from her pussy and and up through her body was almost painful.

She was suddelny hot, needy almost and she made a mewling sound in the back of her throat as his free hand reached around her to cup her ass. The air was cool in the house, it was a relief against the heat of her skin as she felt the material of her dress rise up to bunch around her waist. She felt his fingers then too. Strong plunt fingertips reaching past the material of her panties.

A brief touch on each rounded globe of her ass and then...yes. Yes there.

Slipping along the seam to the outer lips of her pussy. Hm, yes she liked that. When his fingers plunged deep her heart skipped and she spread her legs for him, arched into his hand and growled even as his teeth sunk past flesh and the metalic scent of blood filled her nose.

It felt good, it all felt so very good. Her hands were greedy as she searched for the length of him. Wrapping her fingers around him and stroking up and down, back and forth. Running a shaking thumb over the head of his cock to finally, gratefully be rewarded by the slick feel of pre-cum coating her skin.

The feel of him, the smell of him entranced her, drugged her. Clouded her head to the point where it came as a dull suprise when she found herself pressed from breasts to bare stomach against the smooth surface of one of the foyer walls.

What had happened to her clothes? When had.. what-

oh.

oh he was touching her again, spreading the cheeks of her ass wide so that the blunt head of his cock could push at the entrance of her body without restriction.

He was hard, so very hard. She'd never felt someone so hard in her life. It hurt a little when he tested her, pushing in gentle thrusts so that the head of him slid back and forth inside of her. Only the head, nothing else, but it rubbed on an oh so sweet spot.

She cried out for him, begged for it, pleaded and pushed back against him. Ground against him, grunting in pain as she forced him deeper and deeper.

Her body felt hot, too tight actually. She felt alien in her own skin. Lost. Confused.

"Where-?"

"Hush now my dear." His voice was a whispered command against the shell of her ear that had every muscle but the good ones loosening. She purred and pressed her face tight against the wall for support, her palms on either side of her head.

"Yes." She murmured. So happy, so wet, so pleased. "Yes."

When he shoved himself inside of her fully her body registered the pain but her mind refused to. As a reult the sound that was forced past her lips was more of an animal sound than not and the force of his entrance had her eyes rolling in the back of her head. She could feel her body lifting, toes stretching up as he used his grip on her neck to hold her up straight against the wall so that he could pound into her as hard and as fast as he needed to.

She couldn't breathe at one point, she actually felt as if maybe she should point this out to him but then he reached around her and slid his fingers between her legs, taking her clit between two fingers and rolling it around in tight little circles that had her hips jerking violntly to meet each of his thrusts, if only to make sure he kept doing that delightful thing. When he tugged on her clit before sliping one finger inside of her cunt as he fucked her, her entire body tightenened in reaction. He bent his finger at the knuckle and angled his hips so that she felt him deep inside of her as he rubbed over that sweet spot with dick and fingertip. The motion had her squealing and bucking against the wall and her legs damn near gave way completely.

It was only when she felt the glide of his teeth across her neck once more that she actually noticed the cooling slide of blood dripping from her neck to slide over her shoulder and down over her breasts. She watched with some facination as blood smeared across the once white wall from where it had gathered on one nipple each time she was shoved forward.

Her thighs were beginning to shake, her stomach to tighten and the liquid heat between her legs was growing steadily hotter. Her head though, her head was screaming. Screaming over and over and over again.

"SOMETHING IS OFF! OFF! OFF! MAKE HIM STOP!"

She didn't feel pain per se...but she felt pressure. She felt the pushing in her head, along her spine, inside of her. So invasive it made her sick. It made her fight against the almost drugging feel of pleasure and she regretted it as soon as she did so. His teeth sunk deeper and he grabbed her hair, jerking her head back for a better angle, a deeper angle.

Her pulse was frantic, her breath fast, not from pleasure now but cold helpless fear. She couldn't stop her insides from responding to him as he continued his relelntless pace though, couldn't stop her hips from bucking in panic each time his rythmn changed.

Then it came. The point where she finally realized that the panic, the helplessness, the fear, had a basis.

When she felt the almost seductive trickle of life as it left her, drifitng from her skin like smoke as she finally reached orgasm, to soak into him she could have slapped herself.

She'd come here for a story and she'd gotten one. She only hoped she'd be alive long enough to enjoy the look on her editors face when she turned this baby in.