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Supernatural / Demons from the South	By : silkmink Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 4119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The events in this story are not from the actual program. They are my take on how the characters would react in certain circumstances. This series of chapters reflect the characters as they were in season 5 of the series (in terms of their experiences and how much they had learned).No harm or disrespect is intended to anyone affiliated with the show or their families.-------------

Supernatural / Demons from the South Ch. 1: Sam Winchester in a Battle of Wills:

Her beautiful body was a stark contrast to the dingy bathroom with its stained tile and moldy grout. Glossy rivulets of water spiraled around her sleek curves. She rinsed the conditioner from her jet black hair as it looped silken and wet through her fingers like eels. Conditioner didn't exist when last she was human. Her delicate slender hands swooped forward across her collar bones and followed the sheeting water cascading downward over her perfect alabaster breasts and down her stomach before slipping between her legs to her already tingling hairless pussy. She knew what was about to happen and half moaned half laughed to herself.
She had picked such a perfect vessel. She knew exactly the kind of woman Sam Winchester couldn't resist. She knew him better than he knew himself. She had watched him from the time he was an adolescent. It had been her assignment as designated by Azazel.
She had come to lust after Sam in a way she had never lusted after a human. But then he wasn't all human, was he? It was the rich demon blood coursing through his veins that brought out what was most desirable to her. Her fingers sunk into the slippery hot folds of her labia as she thought about the delights that waited beyond the rickety door.
Unable to stand the anticipation any longer, she licked the sweet juices from her fingers and she stepped gingerly from the stained tub onto the chipped tiles. Water pooled at her feet as she hastily dried off. She swung a long cloak across her shoulders and turned to face herself in the steamy cracked mirror. Two solidly black eyes peeked out from the strands of drying bangs that hung over her exquisitely sculpted face. She would not hide what she was from him. The whole point was to have him want her, knowing what she was.
She pushed the door open and stepped into the dank poorly lit warehouse. Outside the humid night rained heavily. A flash of lightning illuminated the cavernous room for an instant. Shipping containers were stacked to the rafters with feeble light beams from the occasional antique fixture streaming between them. Directly below one such light was a slowly wakening Sam. His 6'4" frame half hung, half stood with his wrists high above his head, tied with rope and secured by chains stretching to the impossibly high ceiling rafters. He shook his head trying to clear the fog.
What happened? Where am I? One minute he and Dean were in the Impala on their way to Florida to investigate a possible case and now this.
"Dean!?"
Distant thunder rumbled ominously. Somewhere in the darkness a steady dripping sound echoed softly. Sam struggled as he tested the strength of his restraints.
"Dean? Are you there!?” His desperate cry was guttural.
A movement caught his eye. As she emerged from the shadows, he gazed at her high cheek bones under pearly white skin; her soft wide pink pout; the way her breasts held the cloak in just the right place to allow glimpses of her hairless mound as she languidly moved towards him. But then his eyes snapped back up to her face and his heart skipped a beat as he noted that her almond shaped eyes were two shining ebony pools. His sharp intake of breath was in response to both fear and desire flowing together in a sudden pristine rush. He was helpless to fight but he couldn't imagine having to strike down this breathtaking creature even if he were free.
She stopped just a few inches in front of him and it was only when she extended her tongue to his smooth chest that he realized he was naked from the waist up. His eyes jerked downward in alarm seeing her mouth come so close to his pounding heart. Terror gripped his core but still, he felt a stirring coiled in his groin. Her cool hands held him steady as she ran her tongue upwards against his taut skin over the vivid ink of his tattoo to his sinewy neck and whispered hotly into his ear,
"He won't be getting you out of this one, Sammy."
Sam recoiled to hear that intimate name come from the smiling lips of this monster but simultaneously the base of his tongue ached as he felt the saliva pooling in his mouth. He could smell her blood.
"W-what?" he stammered. His wet eyes looked worriedly down at her. His brow furrowed in anxious inquiry.
She stepped back and reached one elegant finger to sweep his mahogany hair back from those delightfully dewy eyes; ignoring his question entirely.
"What do you want? ...who are you? ...where is Dean?” The questions bulleted at her.
Sam struggled to hide the rising fear which heightened with his desperation to take her in his arms... to sink his cock into her... to lick her... to taste her blood.
Her eyes shined wickedly in the semi darkness. Her hungry mouth curled up at the corners as she drank in the sight of him.
Sam was horrified to realize that his erection had become so hard that it strained against the zipper of his jeans and its length threatened to surface from his waist band. It's bigger than I had imagined, she thought deliciously.
He looked down at his groin; the worry of his desire being so obvious was visible in his sharp features. She knew what he feared she had seen and she chuckled softly as she stepped closer, hiking her cloak over her shoulders to expose her body to him fully before pressing herself against the thick bulge in his jeans. Her soft full breasts pressed hotly onto his stomach. Sam felt the hard nubs of her nipples embedded against his feverish flesh as she nuzzled and kissed his chiseled chest. Cold sweat trickled down his spine. Her hand crept between her legs and she slipped her finger into the lusciousness that was her drenched pussy.
"Dean's nearby but he won't help you now," she purred up at his worried face. She looked at him defiantly as she worked her fingers in and out of herself. Slick wet sounds were barely audible over the pounding rush of blood in his ears.
Sam tried to compose himself. What did she mean? "Won't"... Not "can't" but "won't"?
The thought evaporated as she slid her slippery finger into his mouth. The tart sweetness melted on his tongue. He turned his mouth away but couldn't help running his tongue across his lips to get one more taste. He looked at her angrily. He had to focus on getting free and out of there. He worried that Dean was in danger.
Sudden hostility exploded inside of him as he tried to imagine what fate could have befallen his own brother that he wouldn't help him. He wasn't going to let her distract him from trying to figure out how to get the fuck out of this.
"Let me go!" He shouted in a flash of anger.
She ignored his demand. She couldn't wait another second of not feeling his hardness against her now dripping pussy.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up, swiftly coiling her long legs around his waist. Her nimble lightness surprised him.
"Stop! This is wrong. I can't..." his words trailed off as she lifted herself positioning a jutting nipple on his surprised lips. He looked at her with fear in his mind. He didn't know how long he could maintain control of himself. He let her brush her nipple along his mouth when he could easily have turned his head away, but his face only registered hatred.
Unsatisfied with his lackluster response, she shifted down and pressed her naked pussy against his rigid cock, locked tightly in place by his constricting jeans. Her deep black eyes now aligned with his horrified hazel ones. She tried to kiss him but, this time, he turned his face away; breathing raggedly through his nose; his lips pressed tightly together. The warm wetness of her spread across the denim, her body pressing the coarse fabric harder into his tender flesh with every heavenly undulation of her hips.
His sight grew dim. A blur of stars swam into his vision as the blood rushed out of his head. Sam's head tilted back as he released a soft groan as though in pain. As he looked back to her through his straining muscled arms stretched above him; he searched her face with anguished imploration.
"Please..." he whispered, “Don’t do this... I... w-want..."
He hadn't meant to say want. The raw emotions swirled through his mind. He knew what her blood could do to him and it was too close for comfort.
"I can't..." he corrected himself.
"Oh but you can and you will," she breathed into his mouth.
Her words although threatening, curled comfortingly into his mind for some reason. Her lips closed over his mouth. Her tongue snaked through his reluctant dry lips and he found himself responding in kind. His tongue desperately probed her mouth the way he wanted to explore her pussy.
Involuntarily his hips thrust upwards pressing harder between her legs. She broke the kiss and let herself glide down his muscular body back to the floor. She moved like a cat pressing herself against him all the way down, his bound wrists feeling the strain of both their weight. She stepped away slightly as Sam looked at her longingly biting his lip, the fight seeping out of him. She placed her fingers on the button of his jeans. She paused as though waiting for permission. Sam dropped his head in submission; closing his eyes releasing a single tear to stream down his face. He couldn't resist, but a million thoughts raged in his head. He knew that no part of this was right. He knew Dean would be disappointed.
Before he realized what she was doing, she had his jeans undone and she started easing them down slowly, freeing his jutting erection. Sam's face flushed as her eyes gleamed at his huge cock's exquisitely arched perfection.
She stopped long enough while stripping his jeans to the floor, to lap the bead of pre-come on the velvety head. Sam looked up at the ceiling. He couldn't watch but he groaned softly as his dick pulsed with his heartbeat. It was too enticing for her to resist. Her lips parted enough to let in the tip and she dragged her tongue over the sharp saltiness collected in the tiny bit of fluid. Instinctively he tried to thrust himself further into her mouth but she pulled back maintaining her mouth far enough back to send his mind reeling.
"Oh my God!" he gasped throwing his head back in rampant desire as the ropes dug into his wrists.
She withdrew and giggled softly. "He won't help you either," she said as she straightened up. Sam fought his restraints. He wanted to grab her and force himself down her throat, when she released him from her mouth.
"Wait. What? You can't stop now!" he demanded looking down at her, his eyes blazing with desperate fury
She stepped back to admire his full naked beauty. His well-muscled body rippled as Sam struggled; his cock, shining with her saliva, strained towards her. The hot liquid between her legs oozed as though her body knew she would have to be very wet to take all of him into her.
The anger melted away. "Please let me go." Sam begged. "...I have to touch you."
It was time.
Swiftly she pulled a small silvery dagger out of the folds of her cloak. It's blade flashed dangerously. Sam's eyes widened with apprehension. Watching him intently, she drew it across her neck revealing a small, slowly widening scarlet line just a couple inches in length. She dropped the knife to the floor. The blood gathered and spilled darkly onto her ivory throat.
Something in his mind snapped sharply. His pupils grew, turning his hazel eyes almost fully black. The urge was animal now. He jerked violently against the chains trying to get loose, causing the iron beam on the ceiling restraining him to creak. Sam licked his lips, his eyes never straying from the cut in her long white neck. He leaned forward; his arms pulled painfully back by the rattling chain. He ignored the burning on his wrists as they twisted in the unforgiving rope.
Again, she dipped a finger into her pussy but this time before putting it in his mouth, she took her finger and collected a dab of blood from the rivulet dripping down her neck. The look on Sam's face was one of determined hunger as she reached the crimson tipped finger to his lips. He opened his mouth as though receiving communion and then sucked on her finger voraciously. She grinned, loving the control she possessed over him. She slipped her fingers away easily despite his intense sucking.
"P... Please! You can't do this! I... I need it!!" he growled. The desperation and longing was etched painfully across his face.
She stretched her hand out towards his restraints and in one quick sweeping gesture she caused the ropes to fall away. In an instant Sam was upon her. He lifted her easily into his arms and his mouth clamped to the wound on her neck. He sucked deeply at the sweet coppery tasting liquid while bringing her down over his hips as he stood. Her arms and legs clasped around him.
She moaned as the head of his dick smeared forcefully against her clit before sinking into the hot slick folds of her pussy. Her blood gushed into his mouth as his cock filled her viciously. He felt the wetness spread across his face as he nuzzled the wound while simultaneously he felt the wetness of her snatch dripping down his erection and onto his balls like warm oil.
He brutally rammed into her and his blazing mouth pulled at her throat. She felt the passion rolling up inside of her like a gathering storm. The demon threw her head back and screamed in pleasure as the orgasm racked her body; Sam's mouth stayed locked on her neck. When her body relaxed he withdrew his mouth from her wound, now that his thirst was sated, and concentrated on the more pressing task.
His eyes burned threateningly directly into hers as he cradled her around her back and, holding all her weight in one arm; with his cock still buried in her to the hilt, he brought her down to the cold concrete floor. She lay on the floor unable to hide the immense pleasure she felt at his fierce passion. He positioned his hands on either side of her head and held himself over her, slowly drawing his full length out of her so that only the head of his dick remained snugly inside. His lips twisted into a snarl. Ok, bitch... you want this? Now take it!
His movements were deliberate and measured as he slammed savagely into her with every ounce of his strength. She, in turn, lifted her hips to meet every stroke; soft pained cries spilling from her open lips as he filled her entirely. Sam's sweat drenched hair clung to his forehead. His eyes, closed in almost angelic blissful concentration, were a stark contrast to the jagged smear of blood that marred his beautiful mouth and panting lips as he repeatedly jerked himself into her fiercely.
The blood made him strong but she was still stronger. With a flick of her wrist she flung him backwards off of her without warning. Sam caught himself on the cold rough floor on his ass; his arms braced behind him to keep himself from being thrown onto his back. He glared at her in shock and anger at being ripped, so unexpectedly, from the warm soaking embrace of her pussy in mid stroke. Her evil smile and glinting eyes met his stare unflinchingly. Their interaction was more of a battle than a romantic exchange.
She crawled menacingly towards him and pushed him roughly onto his back. She lowered her head to his groin before he even knew what was happening.
It was her turn to get her fix.
Her mouth found his quivering cock and her lips slid smoothly over the slick skin, still honeyed from her own juices. Her thumb and forefinger curled around the base of his dick; the hair there was soaked with her as well; and she tugged with firm but gentle pressure while she worked her mouth and tongue; lathering up and down on his pulsing wide cock.
Sam's hands tangled into her hair as he pulled her head towards him. His mouth was set in a grim line as he closed his eyes and lifted his chin. He concentrated on the head of his dick firmly nudging the back of her throat. Even as he pulled her mouth onto his erection, he tried to stave off the growing tide building inside of him. His head tilted back further; his eyes scrunched tightly closed and he groaned heavily.
She felt the swell pulse through the base of his cock when, despite his efforts to last longer, his back arched painfully and his thick come spurted in hot jets into her mouth as he sent a loud groan echoing through the warehouse.

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