Lure someone out.

I reached up and opened the cage of the lantern, smiling when it didn't squeak; someone kept this well-oiled.

I snuffed the flame with my fingers, feeling no heat on my ashen skin. Part of the yard fell into semi-darkness and I quickly hid along the side of the building. I reached into my pants, unlacing my hosen and releasing my impressive member. It hadn't always been so thick, or so long, but apparently a horse-sized dick came part-and-parcel with horns and ashen skin.

I quickly brought myself to full erection with the thought of what I would do if one of the women came out to check on the lights. I rubbed vigorously, imagining the look of surprise on her face as I shoved my massive dick down her throat. I imagined wide eyes of fear as I pumped shot after shot of tar-like semen into her stomach. I imagined the rapturous look on my sister's face when I found her, that brief moment of want before she came out of the **** trance, and quickly felt myself build to the point of bursting.

I heard movement in the house, and muttered speech.

Oddly, as the door squeaked open, I felt my hunger fade and my focus sharpen. Instincts, ones I didn't know I had, took over and I felt my beating heart slow to a crawl. Each thrum of my heart echoed in my head, and I inched towards the corner of the building. I heard footsteps, two sets, come forward and I listened to the voices that accompanied them.

I smoothly took the corner, both taking in the scene and not focusing on anything in particular. Both of the people who'd come out were men, one older and one younger, and they were like enough in appearance that they couldn't be anything other than father and son.

It wasn't what I'd hoped, it was actually the worse case scenario. I wasn't a fighter, I wasn't strong or fast; I was a bean-counter. But, somehow, that seemed far less important than it had a moment before.

The knife came roaring out of it's sheath, grasped like an ice-pick, and I rammed it into the bigger man's chest. I wasn't strong, but I was strong enough. I let go of the knife and stepped towards the surprised son. My hand curled into a claw and I jabbed it at his throat. My black talons tore through skin and cartilage, piercing his windpipe, and I tore out his throat. I wasn't fast, but I was fast enough.

A hunter didn't need to be strong or fast, he only needed to be punctual.

I walked towards the door, hearing motion inside. Behind me the son gurgled and the father moaned, it was loud enough to alarm the women inside and send them running out. I reached down and gave my cock another rub, the euphoria of motion and victory nearly enough to send me spraying.

An older woman, probably in her late thirties, came bustling out of the house. Her eyes were wild and her face concerned, an expression which quickly switched to surprise as she nearly ran into me. She wasn't particularly tall or beautiful, plain and pleasant looking, but she had a generous rack and hips to match. She was a bit on the plump side, but I wasn't particularly picky.

Her mouth opened, to speak or perhaps in some exclamation of surprise, and I grabbed her by the back of the head. In a single smooth motion I brought her mouth down to my cock and **** it half in. That was enough to make me cum, stimulated as I was, and I shot a couple strands down her struggling throat.

She stumbled back, retching, and I watched with interest. It seemed like she was actively fighting against the power of it. But then she looked up and caught sight of her dying husband; her dead son, and she let out a tiny sound. The sight had stolen her will and allowed the tar-like semen to do it's job.

I felt a massive wave of hunger rise and suffuse me, making my previous pangs seem weak and juvenile things. I grabbed my stomach and moved towards the mother, my cock becoming painfully hard. As I passed the door-frame I caught sight of the young daughter, a nubile creature of eighteen with luscious brown locks and chocolate brown eyes. She had a similar frame to her mother, but she carried the plumpness far better.

I licked my lips, looking between the two.