We made our way through the facility at midnight. One room after another, only pausing to feed off of those nuns who were too old to breed. None escaped, such was the swiftness of our assault.
The doors to the storeroom were unlocked. Slicing open cans, we dumped food near the impregnated women. The refrigerator contained some meat. We ventured into the forest, seeking more carnis.
Deer ran from us, fleeing long before they could have seen or even heard us. Perhaps they had learned of our presence, become attuned to the frequency of our senses. We began to grow desperate. But then we sensed something.
Little waves and pops of fear and excitement were clustered on the shore of a small lake. We moved in, finding a dozen teenagers of both sexes. They giggled and looked away as they slowly removed their clothes. Each stole glances and each made a dash for the water when their underwear finally joined the haphazard pile of their garments.
Many of them fearfully scanned the shoreline and the woods beyond it for voyeurs. They also checked to make sure that a prankster wasn’t running off with their clothes. They were all aroused, glad that the water hid the evidence of this fact. Their faces betrayed them. Our thousand eyes took in all these blessings.
Two of them quietly moved away from the others. The pair softly paddled up under a low hanging tree. There in the dark water, with the swaths of fire that rage across the country sky blasting through the branches, they fucked.
The storm of passion reached its apex. The little death, the quick and wondrous glimpse at higher places. Then we dropped from the tree. A loud splash and two gasps of surprise was the only clue that the other swimmers received. They called out to the dead lovers, laughing and teasing.
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We moved beneath the surface. They continued to float there, oblivious, all focus fixed on each other. Jealousy and fear and lust raged in our sight beyond sight, like they were paper lanterns floating on the dark water.
Picking them off without the attacks being noticed was a challenge. But their eyes always moved on to someone else, some other thrill. One by one we yanked them beneath the gentle waves. We ran a claw across their throats, quick and efficient.
Just one left. She looked around nervously. With a shy giggle she asked if anyone was there. Surely they were just messing with her. Then she realized that there was blood in the water. She held a hand up to her face, eyes widening as the red ran down her fingers.
The trip back to the shore was painfully slow. In her panic she thrashed around, spraying water. When she finally reached the shore, she ignored her state of undress. The thing that dominated her mind only a few moments ago no longer mattered in the slightest. She sprinted past her clothes, running blindly into the lightless woods.
Her skin was tight, the cold water and fridged air fought against the warmth. Strands of dark hair clung to her slender shoulders and firm breasts. Her nipples were erect.
The calm voice let out a battle cry, one which was carefully crafted to frighten prey. All reason left her. Gibberish escaped her lips as she tore through the trees and brush. Her bare skin was ripped open, yet she was unaware of this.
The victim became disorientated, started heading in random directions. It was easy to get around her, easy to take her by surprise.
We beheaded her. Holding the head in one hand, we turned it around so that in her finally moments she was forced to watch as her body was gutted like a game animal. Knowing that we would need strength for what was to come, we devoured her, each greedy bite pure bliss.
It took five trips to bring all of the food back to the reformatory. By then, the spawn were starting to be born.