sui generis

The night was young, just shy of turning 8 o'clock.

Choerry was in a particularly hungry mood, not entirely sure why. She fed perfectly fine over the last few days, luring people into her grasp and taking all that precious life-essence for herself. Some of them were particularly pathetic, so happy to finally be getting laid.

At least she wrote something off the bucket list for them, before kicking that same bucket.

She didn't feel bad about it, why would she? Every predator has one of its own, even if they don't know about it. It's not her choice that she was like this, though it's unlikely if she could change that she actually would.

What was her choice was the type of prey, she liked the easy ones. You know the type, forced out of the house for the first time in months. Far too awkward to approach a woman so when one comes over and throws herself at them.

That's when the real fun begins.

In essence, you reflect that type. At least in her eyes, cramming yourself into the corner. Someone, probably a friend talking your ear off. You look so uncomfortable, so out of your zone.

And like you just want to go home.

Choerry turned on her charm, approaching slowly, putting emphasis on each step. Getting your attention in an instant, eyes immediately averting her gaze. Now you were attentively listening to what your friend was saying.

She was out early for a reason, these types disappear around midnight.

"So I was saying like you just got to talk to girls man, it's that easy." Your friend spoke, and kept speaking. This entire conversation feeling so one sided, every word you said was brushed away and swept under the rug. He wasn't going to let you go. Far too interested in seeming righteous than having a good time himself.

"Dude, there's a girl approaching us. How about you talk to her and I go home." You groaned, pointing at the pink-wearing girl, desperately trying to get out of here.

Your friend finally acknowledged there was someone approaching, turning to face her then turning back. "Dude she's fucking hot. Normally I'd work my magic, but I want to see you finally get some action so take it from here." He had a sense of smugness in his voice, like there was no possibility he'd get turned down.

That angered Choerry, who was in full reach of your conversation.

But oh well, when you disappear tomorrow the grief of it being potentially his fault will haunt him forever.

"Hey boys, you two alright?" Choerry invited herself over, turning the sweetness in her voice up to eleven. Sitting just too close, you moved across slightly to the ire of your friend.

"I'm fine, just about to head out I think." You said bluntly, taking a sip of your drink. Not much left, your friend smacked your back. Chuckling, trying to pivot this conversation in a way that prevents you from running.

"What? Nahh– we got the whole night dude. Who just comes out for one drink?" He does this every time. Normally you just sneak to the bathroom when he's with someone but this, this persistence is new.

Choerry smirked internally, keeping up the cutesy persona to a degree. You weren't biting, but your fuse was evidently short. Something she could manipulate to get you away, normally she just comes up and lures them. But this one requiring a bit of work makes the food taste so much fucking better.

"You do this every fucking time! Whisk me from my house to play babysitter and so you can fulfill your wingman fantasy, fuck off dude." You exploded, much quicker than usual.

"Because you need to live a little! A girl comes up to us and you are like 'oH I nEeD to LeaVe!' live a little you stuck up prick. Fucking hell." He spat back, Choerry was stunned. Normally she would have to try to pry apart but it seems like this dynamite was going to explode up into an easy chase.

"Are you two.. okay?" She asked softly, the contrast making it hard to stay that mad.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry for all this, though do you mind moving so I can leave. Talk to him, he's a real 'catch'." You snickered, Choerry let you out of the seat, prey far easier than she could have ever imagined.

You began to leave, but upon turning around you noticed the girl followed you, closely trailing behind. "That loser? No, I wanted to talk to you." She said while walking.

"Me?" You said with apprehension, people don't normally want to talk to you. But something about this girl seemed off, she looked far far too beautiful to be here. Near angelic, familiar.

You could swear you've seen her before, not that being at the bar was a crime. This situation just feels like an unexplainable deja vu.

Damn your stranger pleasing, you should just brush her off.

"Yeah you! I like talking to those who don't belong in the bar scene, it's far more interesting than the individuals that drag you here." Choerry explained, features soft with fondness.

If only you knew what she had planned for you.

"I'm flattered, but if conversation is what you want there's definitely better." You were trying to get rid of her, now outside in the brisk air. The pitch black sky full with stars, watching down on you individually.

"Don't put yourself down, thoughhh– if you prefer we can do something different." Her voice dripped with seduction, standing in front of you. Smirking.

Your heart-rate started to climb. You weren't expecting it to go this way, so quickly as well. "Erm..." Choerry had you where she wanted. On the back foot, not sure what to do. Panicking.

"Come on, you think I'm pretty right?" You nodded so quickly, far too quickly.. Falling straight into the spiders web, she smirked with double meaning. "So, how about you come over to mine? I'll show you how good I am on my knees."

Your breath hitched, taking a step back, arousal filling your veins. You know you shouldn't go, accept to this. Be responsible, otherwise your friend would be right and that's a fate worse than death.

But not taking this stranger up on this would be worse than extinction.

"Stop hesitating " She must have overheard your name, "I'll let you do whatever you want."

Something deep within you shuddered.

"Okay, lead the way..."

Choerry moved with a franticness that made your head spin, shoving you backwards into the bed. You'd assume things would start slow, maybe with some making out or something casual.

Nope. Choerry's hands were quick to undress you, shirt thrown off and cock in her grasp within the first second. "Mmh, that's a nice cock. Big and thick, smells so good..." Her words weren't just flattery to lull you further in. (The more praised someone is the less likely they are to realise the danger.) She meant them, not having a dick this good in a few decades.

And she was going to treat it as deserved.

She breathed in your scent hungrily, pressing her nose firmly against every inch while licking your balls. Her aggressiveness made your head spin, it all felt so sinful, so wrong, so right.

"You want me to suck it right? Put it in my mouth? I want it so bad, let me do it? please?" Her begging was fake, she was going to do it anyway. But it loosened you up like alcohol.

"Please, suck my cock." You gasped, Choerry's mouth immediately descended upon you. Bobbing her head up and down upon your tip, she was in awe at how good you tasted. Wanting more and more, slurping the taste like it was pure sugar.

You were in the skies, unable to regulate the explosive pleasure coursing through your body. Choerry's silky mouth nearly making you bust in her mouth in seconds, just barely holding on. "Fuck, that mouth.."

Your head was fallen back, looking towards the roof. Choerry had no gag reflex. Cramming you all inside her throat, constricting around your shaft tightly. Making it nice and slick in her saliva. "Ugh."

You looked down, she was servicing you so perfectly. Her tongue running all the way down to the base, wait. It was wrapped entirely around you, her eyes were glowing purple?

You snapped out of your revelry. "What the fuck?" Choerry looked up, pulling away. Stroking your cock up and down with her spit covered hand.

"Hm? What's up? Am I not good enough for you?"