Meanwhile:
A few hours earlier, After dropping Olissa off, Breaton headed home, but soon found himself battling unusual cravings. His body yearned for raw meat, blood, cheesecake, and beer, leaving him perplexed. Despite the growing intensity of these desires, he tried to ignore them and continued driving.
As the cravings intensified, Breaton's gaze wandered to a nearby butcher shop. The sight of raw meat on display triggered a primal response, and he felt an overwhelming urge to indulge. He pulled over and entered the shop, his senses on high alert.
The butcher, a gruff man with a thick beard, looked up as Breaton approached. "Can I help you?" he asked, eyeing Breaton warily.
Breaton's eyes fixed on a rack of raw steaks. "I'll take that one," he said, his voice low and husky.
The butcher nodded and wrapped the meat in paper. "That'll be $20," he said.
Breaton handed over the money, his hands shaking slightly. As he took the meat, he felt a surge of excitement. He quickly returned to his car, eager to satisfy his cravings.
With the raw meat in hand, Breaton's hunger seemed to reach a fever pitch. He devoured the steak in the car, the taste and texture sending waves of pleasure through him.
As he ate, Breaton felt a strange sensation coursing through his body. It was as if his senses were heightened, and his body was undergoing a transformation. He couldn't understand what was happening to him, but he knew he couldn't ignore the cravings any longer.
The question was, what was triggering these desires? And how could he control them? Breaton's mind was filled with questions, but for now, he could only focus on satisfying his hunger.
After devouring the raw meat, Breaton's cravings shifted to beer and cheesecake. He drove to a liquor store and purchased a six-pack of beer, the cold bottles feeling reassuring in his hands. Next, he stopped at a bakery and bought a slice of cheesecake, the creamy texture and sweet aroma tantalizing his senses.
As he arrived home, Breaton felt a sense of relief wash over him. He opened a beer and took a long swig, the bitter taste complementing the rich flavors of the meat and cheesecake. He sliced into the cheesecake, the knife gliding smoothly through the creamy filling.
Breaton took a bite, and the flavors exploded on his tongue. For a moment, his cravings were sated, and he felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction. But as he sat there, eating and drinking, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.
His body felt different, his senses heightened. He could smell the beer and cheesecake more intensely than usual, and the taste was almost overwhelming. Breaton's mind was foggy, but he knew he needed to figure out what was happening to him.
As he finished his snack, Breaton felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. He leaned back on the couch, his eyes heavy with sleep. The beer and cheesecake had satisfied his cravings, but he knew it was only temporary.
As Breaton was about to fall asleep, he was interrupted by a knocking at his door. Slightly frustrated, Breaton got up from the couch and made his way to the door. He opened it to find Merry Winco, his coworker, standing at his door with a sly smile on her face.
"Hey, Breaton, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, her voice friendly but with a hint of mischief.
Breaton rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness. "Merry, what brings you here?" he asked, his voice still groggy.
Merry's smile grew wider. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by to chat."
Breaton's eyes, which had taken on an otherworldly appearance with black irises and red pupils, looked at Merry with a mixture of confusion and unease. "That's cool, I guess, but now is not a good time. I'm feeling a little under the weather," he said.
Merry's expression changed to concern as she placed her hand on his forehead. "You're burning up! You have a fever," she said, her voice filled with worry.
Breaton took her hand away from his forehead, and his gaze fell upon the cut on her palm. At that moment, he started hearing voices in his head, telling him to drink her blood. The primal urge was intense, and Breaton felt his body tense up.
What the f*ck am I thinking? he thought to himself, horrified by the dark desires that seemed to be taking over his mind.
With a surge of self-control, Breaton looked at Merry and said, "Listen, Merry, it's time for you to go. I don't want....." but before he could finish what he was saying, Merry forced a kiss on his lips. At that moment, the voice in his head returned. "Breaton! You are one lucky SOB; this is the second woman that has thrown herself at you. Take my advice and give her a one-way ticket to pound town!" the voice said.
What the hell is going on with my thoughts? Is that me thinking this? Breaton thought to himself as he broke from the kiss.
"Breaton, I'm sorry; I snuck back into your apartment last night and heard you and Olissa. I want you to take my first time as well. I know you have a girlfriend, but I don't care. I'm in love with you. So please take me." Merry said with tears as she took off her overcoat, exposing her sexy naked body.
"Well, damn, she's giving you no choice; take her to pound town," the voice in Breaton's head said as it started chanting, "do it, do it, do it, do it, do it."
Ignoring the voice in his head, Breaton looked at Merry, his eyes turning completely black
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Breaton asked, his voice low, almost a growl. He needed to hear her say it again, to make sure she wasn't just caught up in the moment.
Merry swallowed hard, her lips parting as she nodded. "I've never wanted anything more," she whispered, her voice shaking with need. "I love you, Breaton. Please... take me."
The words were like a match to gasoline. Breaton stepped forward, closing the distance between them in two strides. His hands found her waist, pulling her against him, her naked body pressing against the rough fabric of his shirt. He could feel her nipples hard against his chest, her breath hot against his neck as she tilted her head up to meet his lips.
Their first kiss was slow, deep, and exploratory, tongues tangling as Breaton's hands roamed over her body, squeezing her ass, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Merry moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched against him, her body already aching for more.
Breaton broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with lust. He could feel her heartbeat racing beneath his touch, her body trembling with need.
Merry gasped as he bent down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently before swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pushed him closer, her hips grinding against his thigh.
Breaton growled, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He needed to feel her—all of her. His hands slid down her body, fingers brushing over her smooth pussy lips before parting them, finding her clit already swollen and aching.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. He circled her clit with his thumb, making her whimper and her hips jerk against his touch.
Merry's breath hitched as he slipped two fingers inside her, stretching her gently, getting her ready for what was to come. She was so tight, so fucking perfect, and Breaton could already feel his control slipping.
He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips, tasting her arousal before kissing her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Merry moaned, her hands sliding down to his belt, fumbling with the buckle in her desperate need to feel him.
Breaton chuckled darkly, pushing her hands away. "Not yet," he growled, his voice rough with restraint. He wanted to savor this, to make her first time unforgettable. But damn, if she didn't test his control.
He scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her to the couch where he sat down, pulling her onto his lap. Merry straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her pussy hovering just above his throbbing cock. She was so wet, so ready, and the sight of her like this—naked, desperate, and all his—was almost too much.
Breaton's hands gripped her hips, guiding her down onto his cock. He didn't push inside yet, just let her feel the tip against her entrance, teasing her, making her whimper and grind against him in frustration.
"Please, Breaton," Merry begged, her voice breathy with need. "I need you. Now."
Breaton groaned, his control snapping. He pulled her down onto his cock in one smooth motion, burying himself inside her in one deep thrust. Merry cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she took every inch of him, her tight pussy stretching around his massive cock.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Breaton grunted, his hips jerking up involuntarily. He could feel her virginity tearing, her body resisting for just a second before giving way, her pussy swallowing him whole.
Merry moaned, her head falling back as tears pricked at her eyes. "It hurts," she whimpered, her voice trembling.
Breaton stilled, his cock buried deep inside her, giving her time to adjust. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, murmuring reassurances as he held her close. "I know, baby. It'll feel so much better in a second. Just relax."
Merry took a deep breath, her body slowly relaxing around him. The pain faded, replaced by a deep, aching need, and she started to move her hips experimentally, grinding against him.
Breaton groaned, his hands gripping her ass, helping her find a rhythm. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Ride me, Merry. Take what's yours."
Merry obeyed, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as she found her pace. Breaton's cock slid in and out of her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She moaned, her nails scraping down his back as she picked up speed, her tits bouncing with each movement.
"Fuck, yes," Breaton groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet.