A deeper vileness

A/N I didn't write it as graphic as I wanted but I will make up for it in later chapters honest.











“Is she dead?” Asked a concerned solider. The last thing he wanted was to be involved in a murder case.



Astoreth rolls his eyes.



“No.” He snaps irritated for a moment. He gets to his feet, eyes never leaving Kurai’s seemingly sleeping form. “Abaddon,” Astoreth calls to the mountain of a solider he had shared his scotch with earlier.



Abaddon wasn’t the brightest light out of the gang but he was the strongest. His six foot five lumbered over to where Astoreth stood waiting; a curious expression on his face.



“Yes?” He asks, unsure of what Astoreth wanted.



“Carry her.”



Abaddon did as his boss bid, reaching down picking up Kurai’s slack body as if she was nothing more then a rag doll to the monstrous man. Although Abaddon was large in size his eyes held a kindness in them usually reserved for injured animals. That same kindness could be seen at this very moment for the fragile body he held in his meaty arms.



Her skin is warm under his bare arms. He holds her tight almost cradling her to his bulky form. He inhales deeply the scent of her skin discovering the sweetness of lilac under the urine smell that clung to her lower body.



The others look on as Abaddon followed after their leader who headed with east strides in the direction of their parked Kawasaki cycles they had hidden in the alleyway just a scant fifty minutes earlier.



Astoreth mounts his bike tossing a glance over his shoulder to see how far off the giant was from him.



Abaddon was just a few feet from his bike when Astoreth spoke again.







“Put her on.” Astoreth commands.



“How?” Abaddon’s heavy brows knit in confusion. There was no way that someone would overlook Kurai’s body hanging off the side of the motorcycle.



Astoreth rolls his eyes. It was so simple.



“Drape her over me from the front.”



“Oh right.” Abaddon gave a small laugh at his mistake but he was still uneasy about the whole thing.



Astoreth scoots back a bit as Abaddon places Kurai’s body carefully against his own. The girl’s arms are placed on either side of his neck, her legs are forcefully wrapped around his slender middle, for extra security Abaddon has tied Kurai to Astoreth with a extension cord he had been carrying in his pocket since yesterday for some unreason.



“Dismissed.” Astoreth spat before revving up his bike and kicking off. They all stared after him as he tore off down the alley leaving the sickening smell of gas in his wake. Even when the girl’s face is shown on television not a single one would open his mouth about seeing her.



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Astoreth navigates his iron house through the packed main road of the city. Dodging and weaving through club goers and other night life seekers to the untrained eye the pair looked like a couple heading out for the night.



He kept his green eyes trained to the road trying hard to fight the riding in his jeans as her breasts rose and fell against him with every breath she took. Rather or not she was awake he couldn’t tell nor did he care.



The neon signs soon became a psychedelic blur as Astoreth whizzed by heading towards one of his favorite places: an abandon office building just off of an freeway exit.



He made the turn following the road that once lead to the building’s parking lot. He parks his bike in a area of shrubby leaning the bike heavily against the wall. He then drapes Kurai’s body over his shoulder giving her rear a playful pat before setting off into the building from the hole in the side.



The first floor had been used as a lobby area now served as an hang out for junkies, dealers, and other street riff raff. The building seemed empty tonight.



Good.



Astoreth slips inside using the crumbling part of the wall as an entry. His legs travel quickly over the debris of scattered fast food wrappers, drug perihelia, used condoms and other bodily waste. In the far corner of the floor lies an old dingy mattress still used for it’s intended purpose it was there that he dumps Kurai’s body.



Her body lands with a thud, her eyes pop open, a scream echoes though the hollows at the sight of his leering grin.



He sets to work, eager hands tearing shirt from her body exposing her budding breasts. Astoreth makes quick work of her bra, her slaps and screams minor irritations.



He knew how to quiet her.



His right hand made its way back towards her neck, finger tips just gracing the leather of the belt strap. Astoreth wraps his fingers around the leather and pulls…hard.



With one hand he pulls the belt taut and with the other he cruelly tears away stained cotton underwear.



Kurai’s screams became louder as the belt tightened around her neck. Her breathing becomes raspy with every labored.



He watches as the lights go out, a smile planted on his lips.



He presses a hand to her chest. He can still hear her heart beating.



Good.



He spreads her open with his hands before sinking down between her thighs. He finds that she is trimmed which oddly disappoints him. No matter. He licks the pad of his middle finger before applying it to that place under the clitoral hood. He presses her button with his right hand, the fingers on his left part her caramel lips allowing him entry. Astoreth presses his fingers inside of her his smile growing wider as he discovers what he had already suspected.



“Mine.” He breathes, his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation. He brings his hand towards her mound inhaling her scent- a combination of flowers musk and dried urine- before brining his tongue into her folds preparing her for what was to come.



Kurai’s body shudders under his touch but she reminds unconscious.



Astoreth’s greedy appendage licks, slurps and suckles hard on her fleshy folds until he had his fill of her liquor. He raises his head, his eyes staring up at her sleeping face.



“I wish…” He murmurs but stops the thought.



No.



She wouldn’t have on her own.



Delicate angels like her didn’t go for devils like him.



But she was soiled now wasn’t she?



Soon to be his and his only.



He straightens himself out, takes hold of Kurai’s leg placing it over his shoulder, holding himself steady he forces the tip of his swollen sex inside. The first taste of heat sends his organ over the edge. He explodes, his cheeks flush in embarrassment this has never happened to him before. Her blood coats his head driving him to go further.



He thrusts back in her body suckling him with every stab of his length. Astoreth toys with himself by pulling his cock in and out of the girl groaning and sighing in ecstasy at the lost moments of contact with his ‘lover’.



He rode hard into the night stopping only to retighten the belt strap he didn’t want to risk her waking up.



Hours passed before he found himself sated.



Breathing hard, Astoreth sits away from the girl his mind working a mile a minute.



“She might tell.” He whispers out loud.



He stuffs himself back into his jeans as he stood to his feet.



He stares down at Kurai who in returns stares up at him with silent pleading.



“Would you tell anyone that we made love?” He asked.



With eyes wide and leaking tears she shakes her head no.



“I wish I could believe that.” Astoreth’s is wistful. “But girls lie.” He drops down on his knees, his green eyes locked onto her blue ones. “I…Love…You…” He mouths before going to strangle her for the final time.



Kurai twists and swarms to get away but its no use. Her body was drained from exhaustion and their ’lovemaking’.



He tightens until her eyes close and her heart beat grows slower.



As a final insult to injury, Astoreth lights and places inside of her vagina a cigarette.

“I burn away the physical evidence.” He whispers as he leaves her body to be eaten by the rats that inhabit the area.

‘’’’



That smell…



Setsuna Mudo had been sleeping in the elevator of the building. A few times he had stirred do to an odd noise but there was always unexplained sounds that could be heard in a building like this. But that smell was all too familiar.



Like smoke.



No, smoke didn’t smell like that.



Setsuna’s golden eyes flustered open and immediately started stinging from the thick smoke that hang above his head.



“Smoke?” He coughs leaning heavily against the metal door. It was cool to the touch alerting him that the fire wasn’t near him.



Still half sleeping Setsuna staggers out of the elevator. His eyes widened at the sight of the smoldering form lying on the old beat up mattress he had slept on once or twice. He runs towards it.



Flesh.



It was the smell of burning flesh.



“Hey!” He shouts hoping that the person was still conscious.



He slips his jean jacket from his shoulders as he ran. Once he reaches his destination he begins to beat the lower part of Kurai’s body.



“Holy shit!” He explains taking in the form before him. The fire had started from her vagina and had began trickling down her thighs.



Who would be so cruel?



“Hey?” Setsuna drops down on his haunches taking in every inch of the broken body in front of him.



The remains of an school shirt he knew clung desperately to cover her expose skin, her soft mounts sagged against her chest, her skirt is bunched up around her waist leaving her sex open for observation. There is no visible damage really to be seen. Setsuna knew that if there was any scarring it would be enteral.





He places his jacket over her torso to cover her.



Wait.



Her chest.



They move.



She's...still...breathing?















































































































































































A/n



Sorry about the gaint gap. I dunno why it happened.