Prologue
Instincts. As human beings, we all have urges that must be satisfied, or else we risk our sanity. Regardless of our statuses as apex predators, supreme beings atop the world’s food chain, we’re sophisticated animals all the same. So, it’s okay to relax, to let loose every now, to release. Relieving ourselves of all the pent-up stress brewing inside our beings is practical, even if society has programmed us to think otherwise. Immoral, disgusting, illegal; these are all words we’ve heard to deter us from behaving in a way deemed evil. But show me the saint, and I’ll show you the sins he keeps hidden away. Bring me an angel, and I’ll prove they’re just another demon. There’s nothing and no one pure in this world. So why do we fool ourselves to believe otherwise? Either you’re prey or predator, nothing else. Now decide whether you’ll be the one releasing your sexual urges or be fucked until you wish you were dead.
Chapter 1: Selection
“Stop! Cut it out!” Charlotte shrieks as she dodges yet another lunge towards her waist. She dances across the floor, trying her best to escape but to no avail. Frantically she breathes, trying her best to button up her shirt that by now is missing more than just a few buttons. Of course, this leaves her lower body exposed, causing the assailant to aim at her luscious legs. Fortunately, she dodges once again, giving her enough time to make a break for it.
“I’m serious! Quit it!” Charlotte begs while putting together the remaining buttons on her shirt. Quickly, she bends down and tries to pick up her jeans, the last piece of clothing she needs. However, in doing so, the blonde beauty flashes her attacker a captivating sight of ripe cheeks barely covered.
Charlotte’s puffy slit peeks at the assailant through the basic black panties. A few wet marks along the slit, with a few short trails trickling down her thighs. This view is more than enough to rejuvenate the downed attacker, motivating them to regain his balance and push onward. And just like that, he’s on the prowl again, hunting the distracted damsel.
“Augh!” Charlotte grunts loudly. Her assailant manages to secure a fist of her long blonde hair, capturing the majestic mare by her curly golden mane. Without warning, he tackles her to the ground, pinning his prey down and preparing to feast.
“Hah! Gotcha, babe!” Andrew exclaims, victorious. He leans in slowly and plants a few kisses on his prize’s lips, enjoying the taste of a woman he hopes to make his bride.
“B-Babe! No. Don’t. I gotta, ha-haugh, I gotta go.” Charlotte mutters reluctantly.
For the happy couple, it’s another beautiful morning inside their apartment room. The pair’s neighbors had to get used to the usual cat and mouse antics. Of course, some grew tired of just hearing about the charades even after a few months. On the opposite side of the wall lies one of these frustrated tenants, tired of always hearing the festivities but never receiving an invitation. Alas, he enjoys the voyeurism, all the same, closely listening in to Andrew subdue a reluctant Charlotte once again. A hand slides down into his pants in preparation for bursting his third nut for the morning. Unfortunately, he finds himself being blue-balled this time around.
“Aht Aht. I mean it, Andrew, off!” Charlotte exclaims before her boyfriend’s lips can travel below her neck. She knew how persuasive his mouth could be, remembering all the ways it has made her day in the past. Alas, she can’t be late, not today. “Shoo!” she scolds, pressing a palm in his face and digging his nails into her scalp. Most men would retaliate from the prickly pain. But not Andrew. He is too swoon to ever put his needs above his lover’s.
“Grrr!” Andrew groans before releasing his capture. “Ugh. Fine,” he snaps, irritated. With his horniness soured, he retreats to the bed and starts getting dressed. However, the scowl on his expression quickly wipes away when he feels the soft embrace of his girlfriend.
“Awww. There, there, baby,” Charlotte teases, wrapping her hands around his waist. She presses her body against his, pushing her curves into his back while cooing Andrew softly. “I’ll make up for it tonight, alright? If I get this new job, we can celebrate at that fancy restaurant you’ve wanted to visit for our anniversary.” While she speaks, Charlotte’s hands meet right above her boyfriend’s crotch. She was no slut, but knew how to subdue men with her charms. It’s a skill he learned from her mother, a trauma she kept hidden in the back of her mind.
“...Yeah?” Andrew asks, his pants tightening but not due to his belt. Instead, it’s the bulging of his crotch which causes the fastening of his pants. And just like that, he’s in a trance.
“Mhm. Of course,” Charlotte hums as her fingers dance along Andrew’s waistband, teasing her boyfriend even more. “I know it’s going to be hard,” she comments, emphasizing the word while blatantly brushing her hand across his bulge. It’s only a quick feel before it retreats back to his waistline. “But you’ve gotta just wait a little longer. That’s all I’m asking, okay, baby?” Charlotte asks rhetorically before releasing her hold on Andrew’s body while still gloating in her grasp on his mind. She chuckles softly before gathering the remainder of her clothes, preparing to exist.
Andrew gulps, shocked. Of course, he isn’t the only one with a bulge in his pants.
On the other side of these thin walls, the strange tenant continues to listen. He had already been blue-balled before and isn’t going to let it happen again. Thus, as Charlotte seduced her boyfriend, he caressed his cock. Quick short strokes around his frenulum get him close to the edge. Alas, just like before, Charlotte’s tease ends abruptly on her timing rather than the stranger’s. Thus, he’s left with nothing but his imagination to bring him closer to orgasm. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get the chance to do that either.
“Bye darling, I’m off to work,” Charlotte announces as she opens the door and heads out after bestowing a kiss on her lover’s lips. Her heels clack against the wooden floor as she motions through the hall. Unbeknownst to her, she passes by the stranger’s door, who is comically trying to catch up to his prey.
“Shit shit shit,” The stranger curses to himself, knowing that his target’s getting away. Alas, a hard cock impedes him from getting correctly dressed. Eventually, he manages to stuff his cock into his pants. However, by that time, he’s already trailing far behind his prey. ”Dammit!” he exclaims, arriving downstairs and meeting her car already gone from the parking lot. Nonetheless, he gets into his car and tries his best to piece together where Charlotte could’ve headed already.
First, the stranger heads to the local college just a few minutes away, thinking Charlotte’s got an early class there. He’d studied her schedule down to the minute but accepted that sometimes irregularities occur. Unfortunately, just as the stranger expects, her car isn’t there. Secondly, he heads towards her job, thinking she might have gone in early. Alas, he turns out to be wrong once again. Frustrated, he quickly reversed out of the parking lot and headed onto the highway again, thinking.