A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 58

He shot the shit out of the first four, but the last one had ducked back around the doorframe out of sight. As the last of the empty casings flew out of Talon's rifle to ring and tinkle across the floor, the last demon stepped around the doorframe and looked past the heap of bodies right at Talon.

The demon tensed and snarled, and Talon pulled the trigger again, groaning when nothing happened because he was dry.

Talon's heart felt as though it would stop, but there was suddenly something else in the air between him and that last demon. He didn't get a good look, but whatever it was, it let out a godawful shriek as it launched itself to bowl the demon over. After that, it was all a blur of bodies out there in the mud.

While he was trying to figure out just what was going on, and feeling a rather strong need to piss his pants for the noise, he remembered that –

A)He was out of ammo for the M-16. He decided that if he got out of this, he'd carry one fuck of a lot more around with him from now on.

B)He really had no fucking clue what was going on now, and what was that thing that had blasted from out of nowhere over his shoulder?

And finally -

C)He still had his sidearm.

There were now five dead demons out there in the mud as she finished the last one and tore his throat right out with her teeth since her blood was up now and she made sure to swallow the bit of flesh and the half-mouthful of blood as well.

She stopped and got to her feet a little slowly; knowing that her chance was blown to Hell now because of these flying assholes. She looked down for just a second to compose her thoughts and then she looked back through the doorway.

What she saw was Talon, just in the act of getting past a bad case of the frightened fumbles to slap a magazine into a Glock pistol, reef back the carriage and let it slap forward to load the first round into the chamber. Then she was looking at him as he wobbled that pistol in the air between them and pointed it at her.

His eyes opened wide when she held up her hands.

They opened even wider and his mouth fell open when she asked him to please not shoot her.

After that, they just stood there looking at each other.

She saw the man she'd been watching over as he pleasured himself night after night, still dressed in those coveralls and looking a little pale and a lot nervous.

He was looking at, ... he didn't know what, but she was so very erotic-looking to him. Her skin was a warm sand tone with pale stripes running down her sides. She had ears but they were very small and they seemed to flick in different directions to listen to different sounds simultaneously – he guessed, and her hair was a very dark brown, and though it was long, he blinked when he noticed that her head was shaved similar to the way that he had his head shaved.

She'd been kneeling with one knee on the chest of the demon who had appeared to Talon after he'd stupidly shot through the magazine of his rifle in record time. There was a little blood on her lips and she raised her head a little proudly as she stood up.

Talon gasped. She wasn't wearing a thing and, ... and she had wings and oh my fucking god, she had an honest to goodness tail. The last thing that he noticed was that she was changing. He thought that he was wrong initially, but he was now a little certain that she was shifting before his eyes. Her skin tone was approaching his own and the stripes were already gone. Her ears had moved a little to a more conventional position and were now regular everyday people ears as far as he could tell.

Then it hit him. Ok, after her beauty hit him, he thought. She looked something like what she'd just wasted, but, ...

There were no horns.

Demons were supposed to have horns - all the ones that he'd ever seen had them.

His question took a little while to get out, since he was doing an owl impersonation in asking her who – who – who she was.

Though she was looking down the barrel of a 9mm pistol whenever he wobbled it at her nervously, she had to smile a little.

"A friend," she said, "Didn't you see what I just did? I would have thought that you'd have been watching."

He nodded and swallowed hard, "I saw it. You ate a little of that thing and I'm pretty, uh, I'm pretty sure that you drank a little of it's blood too."

She nodded, "I did, but not much. They're food, so, ..."

"Th- they're, ... food?"

She nodded, "Uh-huh. Food. I don't make a big deal out of eating them very often. They just don't taste very good to me anymore for some reason. But once in a while, I eat a little. Right then it was either that or spit and that's not very ladylike, is it?"

Talon was incredulous, "Yeah well, neither is gnawing off chunks of people and eating them."

She shrugged, "A matter of opinion, depending on the lady, I'd say. Female demons aren't nice in their eating habits. All I see for people here are you and me. These, ... " She looked at the carnage around her.

She turned and shrugged again, "Food.

Should I have just let him come for you instead?"

Talon knew that he was a little screwed here. He thought over recent events in the last two minutes and included the conversation. What could he say? She'd obviously been there in his dwelling with him for at least three hours now. If she'd wanted to, she could have eaten him AND his dinner, but she hadn't.

"Am I on your dinner card at all, or am I safe to put this gun away?"

He smirked a little helplessly and did his best not to roll his eyes, "Uh, try to look at it from my point of view."

It bought him a look at her lovely throat as she raised her head and laughed.

There was something in the sound of her laughter that sounded sweet to him and it also raised the hair at the back of his neck a little.

It also caused his dick to swell a little as well and he marveled at that, glad that the material would hide the effect of her laughter – um, assuming that she didn't do that again.

He just knew that if she did that twice more the table in front of him was going to appear to be possessed or something.

She nodded finally, "Yes, you can put it away. I don't know why you can't see it, but I did all that for you. Why would I want to hurt you?"

Well, as far as he could tell, she had a point, so he made sure the safety was on and then he slid it into the cargo pocket of his flightsuit and stepped forward.

"Gimme a minute, ok? I'm a little slow to work stuff out sometimes. I want to get these bodies off my doorstep. There's a dumpster around the corner and I'll put them in there for now. In the morning, I 'll come by with the tractor and haul the dumpster away. Izzat alright?"

"Sure," she said, reaching for the wrist of the one that she'd killed last. She didn't say anything, but she wanted to see it when he came to the part where he'd have to lift them to toss them inside.

One after another, he dragged the four others off. She walked along, dragging the last one with her. When she got there, Talon was puffing from the exertion.

"Hey, do you think you could give me a hand to lift them so I can toss them in?"

She shook her head, though she was smiling. "Listen, I was going to save this little surprise for a lot later on, but I've got a kind of practical reason to show you something right now. Put that guy down and listen to me, ok?"

Talon nodded and dropped the arm that he'd been hanging onto, "Ok, what?"

She wasn't sure just where to begin, so she just began. "I'm not really sure of the best way to say this, so maybe you'd better hang on to the edge of the dumpster or something and I'll tell you what I know about you from watching you."

She held up her hand, seeing as he already had questions. "I've been watching you over the past few nights. I didn't mean to and I wasn't hunting you. I just stumbled across you and stayed to watch.

He looked uncomfortable now, "Uh, you were watching me, ..."

She nodded and held up her hand with her fingers curled and moved it up and down in a parody of male masturbation. She wasn't laughing or even smiling.

Talon looked down, "Oh fuck."

"Anyway I got to watch and I saw a lot more than that and you amazed me. I don't know anything about you, but I can figure out a few things. You never knew your parents, did you?"

He looked right at her face at that, "No. Go on."

"Think you can lift one of these bodies by yourself? I mean up high enough so that you could get it in there?"

He smirked for a moment, "Well if I could, I wouldn't have bothered asking you for a little help, would I?"

"I'll tell you what," she said, "If you can bear with me for a minute, I'll prove to you that you can lift them, toss them, even fling them without any trouble, You just have to trust me for about a minute and I promise that nothing bad will happen to you.

Deal?"

He thought about it, knowing that if he refused, she likely wouldn't help him and then he'd have to do all of them alone. What the fuck? He thought, why not?

"Ok."

"Come over here for just a second," she said.

He stepped over cautiously and she held up the corpse that she'd been dragging. He watched as she opened her mouth and then he wondered how she could close her mouth completely with teeth like those ones.

She bit into the other side of the thing's throat and tore out another chunk. He watched her lips run with a little blood for a second. He was surprised that there was no spurting mess until he realized that the demon was dead so there wouldn't be.

While he had these thoughts, she leaned over to him and, giving him no time to back away, she reached for his head and kissed him hard with her bloody lips, forcing her bloody tongue into his mouth and just as he began a gasp, she pushed the flesh in there too.

Talon needed to cough and he did. But he also needed to breathe and her hand clamped over his mouth so fast that he didn't see the movement. With nothing else to do but either swallow or inhale the torn piece of flesh, Talon swallowed with the lining of his mouth and throat tingling and feeling a little as though they were on fire, thinking that if he even survived this, he wanted to kill her. He pulled back his head, but she kept her hand over his face.

The glitter that she saw in his eyes almost made her wet. She'd been right and here was the proof!

"Breathe!" she said, "Forget the fucking meat. Just breathe through your nose for a second. It won't hurt you.

You NEED this!"

He inhaled and he smelled the coppery taste of the blood and he felt as though he could hear fire alarms in his head.

When he'd been small, he'd gotten a severe shock from a ground power unit and the priests had revived him with some injections. This was similar to that, but holy fuck, ...

He felt as though he'd just been given a massive injection of adrenaline and gotten a chestful of epinephrine.

Hearing his deep inhalations, she let go of his face. Talon couldn't remember ever being this angry at anyone over anything in his life.

"What the FUCK did you do that fo-"

She was kissing him again.

There was no hope this time. None at all. His pecker was gonna tear itself a brand new hole in his flightsuit any second now. As her bloody tongue teased his into a grand chase and dance, he felt his heart slamming in his chest like a jackhammer and he couldn't help the way that his breathing had become deep and forceful. The blast of it against her cheek took her the rest of the way to 'wet', and he had no conscious control over the way that his vocal chords just dragged along a little with each air movement in or out.

She pulled away and looked at him, his eyes glazed over and his facial features moving a little, as though they sought another shape somehow.

"I'm Sonja. What's your name?" she groaned to him in her lust.

What came out of him was over an octave lower and it showed the way that he was struggling to maintain a little control and wondering why at the same time.

"Talon." It came out low, short and heavy-sounding.

"So?" she grinned at him lasciviously, "Toss these bags of shit into the dumpster. You sure don't need my help, tiger."

He looked at her for a second and then, not really believing her, he reached down and picked up one of the bodies. His first toss was a little too forceful and it clanged off the lid before it fell inside.

She smirked, "Play basketball in school, didja?"

He grabbed another one's arm and with a long swing around him before he lofted it, the result was the same.

He didn't mean to, but he tore one arm clean off the third one and settled down a little to get it right, and so on with the next.

When it came time to throw the last one in, she smiled her bloody little smile as she held it up. Talon couldn't help himself and he tore out a large part of a bicep with own suddenly sharp teeth, chewing a little and swallowing before he threw it in and closed the lid. His bloody grin to her was well into feral and seeing it took her right from wet to sopping and leaking a little.

"You don't know any different yet, but I can say that they taste a whole lot better while they're alive and struggling."

The next thing that he knew, she grabbed his suit zipper and ripped it in a downward motion so that the suit was open to below his navel. She slid her arm around his waist from the inside and pulled him against her for a long moment while they groaned together from the feeling of their bodies touching while she held him tightly and he gave in to the way that she kissed him more hungrily that anything that he'd imagined possible in his life.

Then she grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the gate house, "C'mon Talon. I really need you to fuck me right now."

He wanted to stop her and ask what exactly was going on here.

He wanted to stop her and give her hell for lying to him about nothing bad happening to him. Then he realized that aside from the shock of it, nothing bad had happened and he liked the taste of demonflesh.

He wanted to stop her. He, ...

No he didn't .

He wanted to fuck her brains out with his own following hers as they exited out of her ears.

Talon had only the experience of his time with Lonnie to draw on, but he didn't need any of it, since Sonja wasn't Lonnie.

Sonja wasn't more than half-human and right then, what there was of that in her didn't count for shit. Whatever the other side was had taken over and they literally fucked that bed apart in the first twenty minutes. The frame came apart and Talon was suddenly fucking uphill and laughing while Sonja screamed and laughed until, he felt himself sliding down and he grabbed her, taking her along so that when he hit bottom, he hit the end of her.

It told him a couple of truths.

You don't need to have a twenty-seven inch monster to hurt a woman. You just need to get to where you can hit her cervix somehow and theoretically, anything more than about three and three quarter inches could do it, depending on the couple, the angle, and how much padding they carried. It was a surprise to him and he didn't like it. He liked what it must have felt like to her a lot less.

Somewhere in this madness, he realized that Talon was still Talon and not a completely crazed thing. He apologized and she said that she was alright then and to bang her harder, but to be a little careful.

You can't expect a broken bed to stay at a stupid angle if you keep fucking like bunnies in it. The rest of the supports gave out and they were on an even playing field again. Sonja wrapped her legs around Talon and cheered. Then she pushed him over and began to really get her hips and her back into riding him and he thought he'd die because she was surely going to fuck that thing right clean off of him.

But she didn't so he didn't.

He didn't even break something on either of them, though she thought that he was going to chew off at least one nipple, but he didn't do that either. He fucked her everywhere that either of them could think of including between her tits and that had been her idea.

When she found that he was slowing a little, she noted that she was as well – which was a good thing, because she really didn't want to go and get them a little more demonflesh out of the dumpster.

Shifting gears, she began to lick him all over and she paid a lot of attention to him under his scrotum and even further back there. In time, she had him helpless as she fingered him and then she slowed with it and began to talk to him very quietly.

This was all that she'd wanted to do tonight, but the arrival of the demons had changed everything.

For the better, she thought, but even so, she knew that what she had to tell him was going to come as a shock despite the things that they'd done together earlier.

She kissed him softly and began to whisper to him.

"Do you want to know everything yet, Talon?"

He nodded, listening, and she moved backward to lie on her back, coaxing him along so that he was on top of her while she ran her fingers between his cheeks again gently.

"Do you know how these demons get here?"

He shook his head and she kissed him for a minute. "It looks like there are a lot of different kinds of them, but there are really only two kinds of demons. The rest are different species of one kind. There is another kind of them, but I've only ever seen one and I learned a lot from him. We both knew that I could have killed him, but I let him walk for teaching me a little of this.

But all of the rest, the big ones, small ones, smooth ones and hairy ones, they're all called Red demons by that one kind. I don't know why, but I know that they come from many worlds and not one of them wants to be here. Most of them are out of their minds when they get here because they can't figure out what happened to them.

Anyway, somewhere, ... I dunno, on some world somewhere, there is at least one species of Red demon and on that world, there is an apex predator and that type of Red demon is in that predator's food chain.

Red demons get pulled here from all sorts of worlds and we don't know why and neither do they. All that we know is that our mother was pulled here, all alone in with a bunch of crazed demons.

But once all of the swirling stopped, she was the only one in the bunch who was alive, since she'd killed the rest just out of the noise that they made.

She tried to fit in here, and not liking demons for a few obvious reasons, she chose a human man for a mate. Before she was killed, she bore three young by that man. He didn't know what she was because she changed herself to look human.

When he found out, he killed her because he said that he had to. We didn't know it right away, but the oldest of us figured out the strain of things on top of a drinking habit kind of twisted his view a little and Mamma took us away, but he found us.

He killed her and we killed him. For what he did to our mother, we tore him apart real slow, the three of us kids," she said, "and we've been alone ever since, but that was years ago now. Cor was almost grown anyway and I was in my middle teens. Little Katje was the baby and we just did whatever we had to so that we could go on."

She nuzzled her face against his cheek for a moment, "Are you still awake? Do you want me to go on?"

He raised his head and nodded, whispering yes to her, though she could feel that he was hardening again and so she moved her legs a little, knowing that he wanted her again, but only for something slow and gentle, which was just what she wanted then too. Once they'd started, very slowly, she continued.

"So we're still alive and together, though we moved away to this part of the world. Cor and I tried to find mates but humans just aren't any good for us. They're not strong enough, and that's not their fault. There have been times when we've had human friends.