Donna Broadfield Zsadist Feeding Black Dagger Brotherhood Fan Fiction 
 
 
   
 Zsadist Feeding and sexual encounter 
After   a night of shit, not a fucking single fucking lesser on the streets I head to screamers. 
My past was literally bouncing around my head, vivid images of my bitch mistress face gloating above me, the rancid memory of her arousal as she took me in front of her motley crew causing my heart to palpitate and spin solid with tension. 
The bouncers at the club step aside as I enter not meeting my eye as I walk into the club. 
Looking over the ocean of bodies swaying to the music makes my core temperature drop few degrees. Hundreds of half naked males and females dancing , grinding so close as if it was a mass orgy, in fact I wouldn’t be surprised if it were, open sex in this place is well known . 
  Fuck! Everything leads back to sex, that natural act between two people or more depending on who the fuck you were.  
“it” throbbed against my leathers, the need to feed  burning  through me,  my eye sight blurring , the crowds going out of focus fuzzing up and  zooming in and out as my body tries to fight the hunger. Losing my balance through dizziness I grab on to the bar, shaking my head taking a few deep breaths hating the feeling of being weak. 
Using the what little strength I have I walk to the V.I.P lounge the  red velvet rope lifted by staff as I walk across the threshold. 
A young female dressed in next to nothing, her skirt barely covering her delicate waist, asking me if I would want a drink. She’s nervous the smell the fear off her along with the scent of sex from her last punter hits me like a hot breeze. 
“NO!” I snapped at her, she was not what I was after , with her long blonde hair and her small bosom  to close to the image of that bitch mistress, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control the rage within , nothing able to stop me snapping that delicate neck of hers if I took her that way. 
“it.” Was hurting now, maybe I should have cut the fucking thing off instead of trying to sooth the bastard thing. 
Just then a middle aged man accidently bumped into me, his hand brushing across my erection. I froze flash backs going through my mind like a video stuck in fast forward mode. Hundreds of unnamed males face’s leering over me; they parted lips as they rode and used my body. 
A growl erupted from my chest, hands fisted. The young blonde waitress drops the tray of glasses, the glass ricocheting off the marbled dance floor her scream of terror locked in her throat. 
The man who bumped into me his face paled out his eyes wide with terror, “sh shit I am so sorry man, fuck! Seriously sorry!” he pleaded as he backed off, hands raised high in the air. 
My body shaking, the temperature dropping, I see his vein pulsing in his neck as his heart races with fear, wanting to sink my fangs into his throat tearing the fucker wide open, to feel the warmth of his blood as it sprays against me I take a step forward. Someone grabs my arm restraining me, I snap my head around to take a bite at the unlucky brave bastard when I meet two amber eyes. 
Phury. 
“Don’t do it brother mine.” His voice rips through my anger, his sad sorry eyes melt the ice cage around my heart a little, not wanting to hurt him but not knowing how not to I shrug him off and walk away. Phury’s sigh of defeat and frustration rips my already torn soul. 
Heading to the exit, giving up on the idea of feeding both my hunger and for “it” I spot a female across the room. 
Short dark brown hair cut short into her neck, tight black leather bustier and matching micro skirt, long knee length boots with chains and studs and a tattoo of an eagle at the base of her spine. “Fucking perfect.” 
 The exact opposite of the bitch mistress, no long elegant gown, no silk satin heels. 
The female sensed my stare and turns slowly to face me, right on cue she winces and cringes at my face, doesn’t bother me, in fact that’s how I prefer it, I will never want and female to want me that way EVER. 
Holding my hand out I gesture to her with my finger to join me, sensing Phury’s eyes on me I refuse to meet his stare I won’t be able to handle the shame. 
She stands and adjusts her outfit putting on the charade that she’s not scared shitless and walks over to be all professional and sexual. 
“You looking for some fun tonight daddy?” she asks , her breasts raising and descending as she hides the fear, she looks me up and down grinning to herself knowing that she is in for a good payment . 
“Outside, Now!” I growl and demand of her, with a shrug she leads the way. Closing my eyes for a second hating how sex and feeding sometimes goes hand in hand I swallow hard and follow her out. 
At the back of the club the alleyway isn’t lit to well, fucking bonus, on the downside the humid heat intensifies the stench of the rotting rubbish and the stale sex that has gone on here. The air so thick it leaves a nasty taste in your mouth. 
“So, it’s gonna costcha daddy, depending on what you want, $50 for a blowy, $200 for the full whack and $50 if you just want a kiss.” She said as she turns to face me. 
Swallowing hard as “it” throbs at the sound of what’s on offer I pass her the $200, she smiles and bury’s it deep within her cleavage. 
She takes a step forward reaching out to me, instantly my anger is triggered again. Spinning her around so fast and slamming her into the tall metal bins she lets out a scream. 
“You do not touch, you do not speak!” I growl inches from her ear. She swallows hard, heart racing I can feel the pulse under my hands from her arms I still restraining. The rancid scent of her fear overrides the scent of her arousal. Perfect. 
Lifting her leather skirt up and pushing her soaking wet thong aside I release “it” and it bounces of my stomach as it stands tall. Pulling my leather trench coat out the way, my weapons bouncing against my thighs I pull her hips out towards me , “it” finds its goal and I thrust into her hard, her hot wet walls stretch as I fill her deep. 
Clearing her mind making her calmer I bite deep into her neck as I pound into her, trying to drink fast and deep not wanting to fuck her while I feed but “it” demands it. 
The calmer she becomes the more aroused she gets, her moans and sighs of pleasure putting me off from my feeding. 
Now it’s me that’s terrified, it’s my heart that’s racing and it’s my scent of fear I can smell. 
Her blood doesn’t even subside the hunger pains, thinner than the blood of my own species contaminated with H and diseased with Hep C. I release her neck sealing it shut. 
I freeze as she climaxes, her inner walls clamping down and milking “it”. 
“OH MY GOD!” she screams, her voice heavy with arousal. 
And that’s when I see nothing but my past, that’s when I feel the bitch mistress on me. 
Ripping free from her body I stumble back a few paces, shaking and dizzy growling deep. 
She turns to face me, her hand over her core, frowning at me she says “you didn’t finish daddy? But you paid for the full whack?” her voice raspy from the orgasm. She steps closer; I wave my hand in front of her clearing her mind of me and sending her on her way. 
Using the heel of my hand I manage to put it back into my leathers with the least amount of contact. 
Hearing the door of the club shut I fall to my knees behind the huge metal bin and vomit violently, the stench of the females climax on me causes my stomach to discard the little food I had on to the litter covered floor beneath me. 
After a few moments and dry heaves I wipe my mouth on the sleeve of my jacket and look up to the fade wondering if the scribe virgin will ever answer my pleas and let me rest upon the fade. 
Closing my eyes loathing myself even more I dematerlize over to Darius’s home. 
 
 
 Text: Names and Characters belong to the author J.R.Ward. This flash fanfiction is exactly that Fan fiction All rights reserved. Publication Date: August 3rd 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-annodb